Route 66

[SexyChele]

Ronnie stepped from the car looking like something that resembled a half-drowned rat. She clutched the towel around her shoulders and glared at Shea.

"Dammit, Shea! Couldn't you read my lips? Those two buffoons were idiots! We not only could have kept our money, we could have easily gotten all the loot they had!"

"Ah, babe, I'm sorry, I was misreading the signals."

Ronnie looked down at herself, and then ran her fingers through her hair. She started to storm off, when her feet started to slide around in her shoes. Stopping and leaning on some brawny guy, she quickly whipped them off, and started off barefoot, shoes in hand.

"Ronnie! Where ya goin'?"

"I don't know! The Thunderbird Lounge I suppose, since I need a job now!"

Shea rushed inside the Virgin, and roared over to Ronnie.

"Ah, c'mon, babe! Yeah the seats are still wet, but then so are you!"

Ronnie glared at him. "You are not helping the current situation, Shea!"

"Yeah, well, I still have the key to the hotel, and from the looks of you, you're going to have to clean up before you go to 'work'."

Ronnie stopped and looked down the road and then back at Shea. Shrugging her shoulders, she opened the door, and sat down. Shea roared away in the direction of the hotel.

"I'm warning you, Shea - just one night and that's it!"

"Yup, you got it, babe. I promise!"

Ronnie stared out of the corner of her eye before she concentrated on the road. Soon they arrived back at the hotel, where Ronnie did the best she could to clean up in preparation of stripping for a crowd of men she did not know.

 

[ariosto]

Ronnie was running through a quick routine in front of the bathroom mirror when Shea came back to the room with a pizza and a few cold bottles of PBR.

"Lookin' good babe!"

"Ya think?"
She hit a few more bumps and grinds and her panties flew over her shoulder and landed in his face.

"Ohhhhh...yeah!"

Before she knew it, his arms were wrapped around her, cupping her breasts while his thumbs massaged her nipples...his breath was hot against her ear and she liked the feel of his hard tight body, leaning into her back.

She watched his fingers in the mirror doing those things to her tits that she loved and an idea struck her.

"Shea what if at the last of my act you jumped on stage and we
finished up as a duo?"

His cock was scorching it's way through his denims as he rubbed it up and down her ass....she pushed back and wiggled.
"What do you think?"

He grinned around her neck,
"I think we should practice..."

 

[ariosto]

OOC...We've been on the road one year today!...Pretty damn cool huh?

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: *Kisses* hon! It's been a hell of a ride so far! Here's to the next "leg" of the journey!


IC:

Ronnie had somehow managed to get the goo from the carwash off of her body as Shea went to get something to eat. She had resolved that she was not going to speak to him - even if that meant the rest of the trip!

She was brushing out her dark hair when Shea returned with pizza and drinks, acting as though nothing was wrong. As best as she could to ignore him, when Shea wanted attention, no amount of Ronnie's resolve could stand up to him.

As he put his arms around her and ground his cock into her, she thought she could resist. But, her body started to betray her - her nipples becoming hard under his touch, her ass wiggling into his. His lips against her throat always caused her to catch her breath, and she turned in his arms. Snaking her arms up and around his neck, she brought her lips to his and was rewarded by feeling his arms close tightly about her. She pulled away slightly, giving Shea a smile.

"We don't have much time, babe. Gotta be at the joint in 45 minutes."

"Since when has time ever stopped us?" Shea placed his arms under Ronnie and lifted against him.

He carried her to the bed and then dropped her, watching her form bounce a couple of times.

"Shea! Dammnit!" Ronnie was already trying to find the edge of the bed, when Shea quickly jumped on top, securing her to the mattress.

He spread her out under him, delighting in the feel of her body against his. Ronnie struggled weakly, finally giving in with a smile, then a laugh.

"Now, that's more like my Ronnie!" Shea kissed her eagerly, and Ronnie's hand began to explore his body, though she already had it memorized. Reaching for his t-shirt, she pulled it up, and they separated as Ronnie pulled it over his head.

Grabbing the bottom of her blouse, Shea didn't concern himself with buttons, but rather ripped the front open, laughing at the buttons scattering through the room. Before Ronnie knew what was happening, Shea's face was buried between her breasts, his lips kisses, tongue licking.

Ronnie wrapped her legs around Shea, feeling the roughness of his jeans against the softness of her thighs. Already her body wanted him...

 

[ariosto]

Shea sat up and shimmied out of his jeans while she watched him. His cock was already firm and growing firmer as he threw himself between her legs and began kissing her pussy and rubbing her clit....
"Damn Shea...we gotta hurry baby...but....don't ...stop."
He looked up grinning, his face glistening wet with her arousal.

"Just enough to get you ready Sweetheart, then I'm gonna put IT to ya!"

The 'IT' was hard enough to cut diamonds now and he ran the swollen tip up and down her slit, slowly pressing forward.

"Open wide baby...Daddy's coming home!"
He grabbed her wrists in his hands and spread them out as his thick hot cock slid into her velvet passage...

"Jesus Shea, go easy...I'm....ohhhhh...goddddddddddd! YES!"

Witha grin he rammed himself home.
"Ahhhhh....Baby I was made to fit you...just right."

Ronnie twisted and pushed on the throbbing log he'd buried in her body and thought....
*Damned right Shea...a perfect fit.*

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie quickly forgot about time as her wrists were stretched out and Shea was buried deep inside of her. Her body began to respond, and soon she wrapped her legs around him, pressing him into her. Shea was pumping furiously, and Ronnie murmured into his ear, encouraging him, telling him how much she wanted to feel his cum inside of her as she was dancing this evening.

Ronnie ground herself against Shea, and the thought of Shea's cum glistening on her pussy as men watched her dance, thinking that wetness was her own sent her quickly over the top. Ronnie shivered and shook, her body in the throes of her orgasm, as her pussy clamped down on Shea's cock.

She heard him grunt, then dive deeply inside of her, and she knew he was spraying the walls of her pussy with his sweet cream. His breathiing was hard, his body trembling, as Ronnie smoothed her hands over his back, feeling his heart pounding next to hers.

"Shea? Hon? We gotta go and get this over with!"

 

[ariosto]

The clientele of the Thunderbird was about what Shea had expected. Jean clad cowboys and indians, a few tables of celebrating conventioners and the off dututy strippers caging drinks between gigs.
The Amateur contest began with an overweight trailer court queen whose most noteworthy physical attribute the size of her pendulous breasts which did seem to please a lot of the clientele judging by their reactions...but she was no threat to Ronnie.
Shea crossed off her name on the paper napkin.
Next came a reasonably attractive dancer who was so drunk she passed out while unsnapping her bra...cross out number2.
Number three was an indian chick with a face like Cochise, Number four froze up in mid grind and was booed off the stage.
Ronnie was up next and she was last.
Shea settled back and took a long pull on his beer. They had the prize in the bag.

"Hey!...Those gals suck...lemme show you boys how a real woman can strip."

Her voice was a bit slurred from alcohol but there was no denying the body of the girl who had just jumped on stage was a solid number ten.
She'd come in with a handful of college kids and she looked just like Natalie Wood.

"That is if walkons are welcome!"

"ABSOLUTELY!"
Came the Chief's voice from a dark corner.
"Let's see what you got."

She had pleanty.
Shea would have been worrying a lot if his pecker weren,t so hardand if Natalie hadn't been making eyes at him.
He caught her bra on his upturned face...

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie was busy while Shea was checking out the competition. She immediately spotted a regular dancer who had the innocent look of a girl just starting out. Going over to her, Ronnie complemented her and praised her, until she won her over. Whispering in her ear, the girl smiled and took Ronnie's hand.

15 minutes later, Ronnie emerged from the dancer's dressing room, dressed for the part. The black g-string rubbed against her body and was covered by the short, rip-away skirt. The halter top was also made to come off easily, and the stiletto heels have Ronnie a good 5" more to her height.

When she walked out, she just barely caught the last act before her own. Just as she was about to go up to the stage, "Natalie Wood" decided to give it a go. Damn! Rank amatuers!

Ronnie searched the crowd for Shea, and finally recognized his face under the bra. The crooked smile on his face caused Ronnie's eyes to narrow and her temper to flare. Had she been in a more foul mood, Ronnie would have torn "Miss Natalie" from the stage. But, instead she took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down. Eventually, the music ended, but "Natalie" wasn't leaving. Stark naked, flaunted her pussy, the girl just didn't know when to give up! Ronnie looked about the room, seriously considering turning a few tricks to get the money she needed to leave town and head back to LA.

Finally, one of the kids from the table she was sitting at, dragged "Natalie" from the stage, kicking and screaming. Damn! Some girls just didn't know when to quit!

Ronnie walked up onto the stage and took her position in the classic movie star pose. She waited, a slight smile on her lips, until, one by one, the crowd noticed she was there. She looked at the guy operating the sound - actually a record hooked up to a mic - and gave him a nod.

As the music poured forth, Ronnie strutted out to the middle of the stage, never letting the men forget she was a class act - and one they would never see again! As her hips swayed to the music, she toyed with the straps of the halter, giving first one peek, then another. She turned, wiggling her ass, before she whipped off the the halter and spun around, shimmying her shoulders as her breasts jiggled tantalizingly before the audience. As she threw the halter into the audience, a cheer went up.

Next, Ronnie's hands went to her shorts, toying with the waistband, pulling up on the legs. She wiggled. She bumped. She ground. She let every man in the room know what it might be light to sink his cock into her, and she smiled and laughed at them.

In one fluid movement, she ripped away the shorts, throwing them to one side. Ronnie strutted and swayed her way around the stage, snapping the sides of her g-string and pretending to pull them off. She glanced back at the old chief and knew he would be pissed at her next move. Well, fuck the asshole! What she was going to make on tips would be more than what he was going to pay her!

Strutting her way over to Shea, she squatted in front of him. Taking "Natalie's" bra, she flung it one side, then leaned forward, kissing him with abandon. As his arms wrapped around her, Ronnie pulled him up, and soon he was scrambling for position on the stage.

Ronnie walked around Shea, her fingers caressing him, her eyes on the crowd. She moved up against Shea, rubbing her body against him, as her hand moved to squeeze the bulge in his jeans.

"Take me, Shea. Right here, right now. Right in front of all these people!"

She smiled as she lifted off his t-shirt, then moved to start undoing his jeans.

 

[ariosto]

Now Shea was not a shy boy at all but having sex on stage under a spotlight was causing him some anxiety and had Ronnie's fingers not begun to tap attention on his cock he might have made a run for it...
But they did. As his Jeans slipped around his ankles her hand slipped into his shorts and began to squeeze him in just the rightway...

"Gee," He said turning to the unseen audience...
"I've never done this before."

"Come on Stud...Let's see what ya got!"
It was 'Natalie' whose pretty face he could barely make out seated at a front table and being groped by her turned on companions.

The room erupted in catcalls and laughter...
"He ain't got the balls!"
"Bet his cock's the size of a 'smokey link'!"
"CHICKEN!"

Damn he wasn't going to wimp out now!

"Okay Sugar, let's fuck for the people."
He whispered.

Ronnie pulled his shorts slowly down his legs and began to lick his cock that was springing up like an aroused cobra.
He slipped his fingers into her hair and guided her lips to the
swollen head of his erection...

"Come on baby let's show 'em what REAL 'deepthroating' is!"
He tossed a wink in 'Natalies' direction and thrust his hips forward driving his cockbetween Veronica's thirsty crimson lips.

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie was down on her knees, feasting on Shea's stiffening cock, as she looked up and noticed his look was straying over towards "Natalie". Moving her hands to Shea's ass, she took just a bit of skin between her fingers and pinched hard, while at the same time digging her teeth into the turgid cock between her lips.

Shea's yelp could be heard through the club, and Ronnie released his cock and smiled coyly up at him.

"Too much for ya, stud?"

Shea glared at Ronnie, and she felt his hand tighten on the back of her head. She ran her hands up Shea's legs slowly, tickling his skin with her fingers as her lips moved back to his balls. Looking up once more, she smiled with her eyes.

"Don't forget about our audience, Shea. They want to see a good show. Think you can do that?"

Ronnie laughed as her fingers grabbed the stiff cock before her, stroking him, running her fingers along its contours. She pressed her breasts together, and wrapped them around his cock. Squatting in front of him, Ronnie bounced up and down, letting the audience see Shea's cock sliding between her breasts.

As the yells grew louder, Ronnie glanced up at Shea, and saw from the look on his face that he was close.

"Oh no, loverboy - this crowd has to see something GOOD!"

Ronnie stood up abruptly, and quickly slide her g-string from her body. She twirled it over her head as she strutted around the stage, looking at first one potential and then another. Finally, she swung it over to one of the men groping "Natalie", who caught it with relish. Laughing, Ronnie walked back to Shea, kissing him deeply, her hands running along his body.

Then slowly, she sank to her knees, and turned around. She set her back straight, her ass raised slightly. Glancing over her shoulder at Shea, she smiled.

 

[ariosto]

Shea had several options at this point and ran them all rapidly through his head. With the crowd screaming...DO SOMETHING!,
he quickly decided and went to the floor, lay flat on his back and slid between her legs.
She looked down, startled to see his eyes looking back up at her beyond the gentle rise of her mons.
His tongue was already flicking the nub of her clit and with the crowds shouted aproval, she began to slowly slide her pussy back and forth across Shea's mouth.

Damn Shea, sometimes, she thought he'd rather eat than fuck her, In fact she KNEW he'd sometimes rather eat than fuck her!
His mouth was busy...sucking her clit, licking the open lips of her cunt and swirling, dancing up inside.
Ronnie dropped a hand between her legs and began to rub herself.

The crowd was WILD!...on the edge of their seats...standing on their seats!
Shea saw Natalie's face only a few feet away, urging him on and making lewd gestures with her fingers.
They were surounded! Things could get out of hand fast!
Someone stuck a long necked beer bottle in his hand...how could he resist.
As she lathered his face with her moist pussy, Shea began teasing the bottle into her ass.

She went rigid at its cold hard touch and then relaxed...
"Shea you bastard"...she whispered.
But she was smiling.

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie spread her legs wide, allowing the audience a better view of both her pussy and Shea feeding on it. She rubbed her pussy back and forth, in time to the music - which could barely be heard over the screams of the crowd!

She felt the cold tip of a bottle on her ass, and tightened. Looking down, she couldn't help but smile. She loosened herself, and pushed against the bottle, willing her ass to take it. Shea caught on quickly, and held the bottle, pressing it firmly into her. As the bottle slowly entered her ass, Ronnie leaned forward slightly, allowing the audience an excellent view of her ass taking the long-necked bottle. From the corner of her eye, Ronnie noticed a couple of men throw loose bills onto the stage and she smiled.

Once the bottle was firmly wedged into her ass, Shea began to fuck her as his tongue once more explored her pussy. Sitting back slightly, bouncing and moving against Shea, Ronnie was surprised at how turned on she was by the crowd watching her. They were screaming for her, demanding that she cum for them. They wanted to see her in the throes of pleasure, and she didn't mean to disappoint them.

Riding Shea's face harder, keeping her hands on her knees, her legs spread wide, Ronnie felt her clit begin to tingle. As Shea kept up his licking and sucking, Ronnie felt her orgasm build, until she could no longer hold it back.

Arching her back, and tossing her head back, her cries of pleasure were heard above the shouts and screams of the club. As she writhed and squirmed, Ronnie almost collapsed, her heart beating rapidly. And she watched as the stage filled with money.

 

[ariosto]

Shae was working the bottle in and out of Ronnie's ass and knew the crowd was going crazy! He could hear coins hitting the table top, fists pounding it...wild whoops and hollers and then...oh blessed God!...he felt a hand wrap around his cock and begin to jack him off. As Veronica's swipes across his open mouth and outstretched tongue came faster and faster and the atmosphere in the Thunderbird cranked up to boiling...he knew it wouldn't be long.
Ronnie pushed hard down onto his mouth and he felt her swollen petals wide and wet against his lips...she was shuddering uncontrolably...he was afraid the bottle might break!

The hand pumping his cock knew what it was doing and a fleeting vision of some hairy trucker whacking him off shot thru his mind...
But what the Fuck!
Verionica went rigid and cried out, releasing a sheet of hot creamy fluid into Shea's mouth, just as Shea shot his wad straight up into the cigarette smoke swirling above the table.

Ron was collapsed amidst the piles of money and the applause as Shea searched the room for his mystery benefactor.

Natalie winked back.

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie lay there gasping and trying to recover her breath. Slowly, the noise of the crowd pierced through the post-orgasmic haze, and she looked up. Men and women both were clapping, smiling, laughing. She saw the Chief making his way towards the stage, and Ronnie staggered to her feet as though in a dream. Looking about, she suddenly became aware of herself and flashed the crowd a brilliant smile. Waving and strutting back and forth, she allowed her body to be seen from several different angles and was please when even more money landed on the stage.

Ronnie looked over at Shea, who seemed dead to the world. A faint smile played over his lips, and she looked at his slowly shrinking cock. She wondered briefly if he had managed to jack himself off, when suddenly she saw the Chief struggling to climb onto the stage. Quickly, Ronnie went around the stage, picking up the bills and coins, smiling her thanks before grabbing her clothes and somehow managing to cover herself. She felt the Chief grab her wrist and pull her towards the center of the stage. Motioning to the crowd to quiet down, the Chief smiled at Ronnie and then at the crowd.

"There can be little doubt, with that final performance, that this here little lady has won the contest. Yes?"

Thunderous applause met his words, and Ronnie managed her best "Academy Award Winner" smile. Then reaching quickly towards the Chief, she grabbed the money and waved to the crowd.

Ronnie turned and noticed Shea was attempting to dress, and actually managed to get his jeans on and buttoned. Walking past him, she ran her hand over his arm.

"I'll meet you in the parking lot, and we'll dump this burg!"

Shea smiled at her, and she noticed his eyes were slightly glazed over. She rushed behind stage and quickly drew on her dress and stashed the money. She was about to go back out into the club when she heard the front doors crash open.

"Nobody move, this is a RAID! It's been reported there has been illicit activity in here tonight!"

Ronnie froze, hoping Shea had managed to get out, and now wondering how she would get out. Suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder, and she jumped. When she turned, she saw a rather frowsy redhead - obvious been in this business far too long - smiling kindly at her.

"It's okay, sugar. I know a way you can get out of here without the cops seeing ya. Follow me!"

 

[ariosto]

Shea scooped up the few coins and bills still littering the stage with one hand while the other franticaly zipped up his jeans. He looked around for Ronnie but she was nowhere to be seen.
Natalie was though...right in his face.

"Hey Handsome...these cops are bad news...better come with us."
Behind the diminuitive sex kitten stood two huge frat boys who looked like Nordic wrestlers.

"Well maybe not...maybe I better..."
Behind them came four eight foot cops with bad attitudes.
"...come with you."

He found himself hustled out into the alley between Lars and Erik or whatever their names were as Natalie led the way. Her tight ass that carrot that led them to safety.

"Here we are."
She popped open the door to a bottle green MG roadster and nodded her two blonde Wundermenn into the wood paneled station wagon just behind.
They went reluctantly but a quick squeeze to their nuts seemed to mollify them.
"Don't worry boys...we'll all have a good time now...won't we handsome?"
Her smile was like a cat with a canary in it's mouth.

"Oh yeah...sure.... Just the four of us."
Shea was adding up the possibilities and feeling a tad uncomfortable.

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie followed Glinda - some sort of take from the Good Witch of the North in the Wizard of Oz, but Ronnie couldn't make the connection - out to the parking lot.

"Them cops, they'll be too busy in the club with them rednecks to be paying much mind to what goes on out here. You just take care, sugar. And if you ever need a job, I'm sure you got one here!"

Ronnie smiled her thanks, but she doubted she would every be back to this part of the woods any time in her lifetime.

She spied the "Virgin" sitting there, and at least gave credit to Shea for parking in the rear of the building! She hoped in and reached under the seat. Yes! One of his old habits - stashing the car keys under the seat. She fired up the "Virgin", then sat waiting for a few moments. No sign of Shea. Damn! She hoped he didn't get his ass arrested!

She backed out of the parking space, and decided to avoid the main parking lot. She looked around and discovered an alley. Not knowing where it lead, she decided it had to lead to more safety than where she was presently!

She whipped around the corner, then came to a screaching stop at the cumbersome stationwagon blocking the way. She muttered a curse under her breath, and was about to back out of the alley, when she looked up and directly into Shea's eyes. She also saw that "Natalie" was looking at her rather smugly as well. Ronnie felt her heart begin to pound. Damn that Shea! His pecker never did allow him to think clearly!

Setting the brake, Ronnie quickly hoped up onto the seat and held onto the windshield for support.

"Shea? Shea what is up? You leave with that two bit whore, and this is the last you will see of me or this car! You sunofabitch!"

 

[ariosto]

She seemed upset.
She seemed even more upset when one of the 'Bobsy Twins' thrust his hand down her blouse and squeezed her tits.
For some reason that pissed her off a lot and she gave him a roundhouse right that unfortunately connected with the door post rather than flesh...

"OWWWWWW!!!"

She danced away holding her throbbing hand and Natalie gunned the engine. The car took off in a cloud of smoke and burning rubber.
She barely heard Shea scream as the car whipped around a corner...

"HELPPPPPPPPP....I"M BEING KIDNAPPPPPPPPED!"

*Kidnapped!* Ronnie caressed the bruised flesh.
*Kidnapped my ass...I'm going home.*

She threw herself into the idling Caddy with the full intention of heading back to Santa Monica...she could make it in 24 hours of hard driving....see the ocean again...smell the sea air...
But....
What if....

"SHIT!"
Mad at herself for being an idiot, she shifted into drive and set out to follow the nearly vanished red dots that were the tailights of Shea's 'abductors'.

"Kidnapped...your a real card Shea."
Natalie's right hand had fiddled his cock fronm his jeans and was
squeezing and stroking it to an aching erection as they left the lights of Gallup far behind.

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie slammed her foot down on the gas and heard the roar of the "Virgin's" V-8 engine as it tore off into the darkness. She tried to focus on the tiny tailights ahead, every once in a while shaking her hand where she had slammed it into the side of the car.

With the wind whipping through her hair, she suddenly realized: she had the car, she had more money than she thought possible. Hell, she could go back to LA and start out in style. Who would be the wiser? Besides, Ronnie had gotten a little glimpse of Shea's "kidnapper" - the same little cutie from the club. Ronnie wondered just how long she'd keep Shea around once she figured out he was broke. A good lay, sure, but that only carries you so far.

She sighed as she pulled her hair from her eyes. She knew she wouldn't give up on Shea - at least not until she had him within earshot to chew his ass out!

Ronnie gasped as she realized she had lost the tailights. There was only darkness on the road in front of her! She slowed the car, certain there was no off-ramps that she had passed, or even turn outs for some one to hide. Then, suddenly, the faded lights of an abandoned motel loomed into sight. The light to the highway was turned off, but there was a light in the office.

Ronnie crept off the highway and turned into the motel parking lot. She noticed the dark sedan that had been at the club parked at the end of the long row of rooms. She turned off the engine, and walked into the office. Sitting behind the counter was a young, good-looking man, with kind brown eyes.

"Hi, I was wondering if you know who the owner of the sedan is parked out front." Ronnie stated matter of factly.

"Sorry, but I can't do that. Privacy and all - I'm sure you understand."

She looked at the young man. He was cute, but there was something just a bit odd about him. She noticed he seemed to be munching on some sort of candy.

"Yes. Yes, I'm afraid I do."

"But if you want a room, we do have vacancies. Well, we always have vacancies - don't even turn the light on anymore. Hardly seems worth the electric bill."

She smiled at him and agreed to a room. It seemed the only way to get rid of this country bumpkin. As she signed her name to the registry, she noticed him glancing at her name.

"Ronnie? That's short for Veronica, isn't?"

"Yes, it sure is." Ronnie glanced at the young man and put on her brightest smile. "And what is your name?"

"Me? Oh, I'm Norman. Norman Bates. I'll put you in #1, it's right next door. Just in case you need anything."

"That'll be fine, but I'm sure I'll be alright."

He walked her to the room, and after showing her around, left. Ronnie sat down on the bed, and began to wonder at her possibilities. She felt as though she needed a shower, but first things first. How to determine if Shea was in that last room - and how to get in there?

 

[ariosto]

Had Ronnie been in any room but number one, then getting to Shea would have been easy.
In fact several of the boys would have been more than eager to have another girl around. As it was poor Natalie was having to keep 5 men happy. Shea and her two companions plus the two Sigma Alpha Omega frat brothers who were waiting in the room when they arrived.
It was a bungalow actualy, a detatched bungalow that Norman rented to any rowdy looking group.

Shea wished Ronnie was here with her new fangled polaroid camera to take pictures...cause he'd never seen anything quite like this.
Natalie was kneeling far forward on the bed with his cock (Shea's cock) deep in her mouth.
Tom and Dick were standing to either side with their straining erections in each of her pumping hands.
Harry lay beneath her, with her breasts above his mouth and his cock planted in her pussy while John was trying hard to penetrate her tight little ass with his thick rod.
Freeze frame...click.
Damn! great tableaux, he thought as they all gyrated into motion
with some of the symmetry being lost in the passions of the moment....

Norman switched from the wild orgy scene in the bungelow to the calmer screen showing Veronica slipping out of her clothes and heading towards the shower.
He'd spent his last dime for the surveillance camera's but they were worth every penny he thought, wiping the semen off his
cock with an old tshirt.

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie slowly undressed, and walked naked to the shower. Perhaps a good rinsing would clear her head. Although the place was clean, it had that sort of abandoned feel to it. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water. She jumped and let out a yell as the cold water crashed against her body – damn!

Quickly, she tried to turn the hot water on to full, the knob falling off in her hand. She tried to get it back on, but to no avail. It was broken, and the cold water was beginning to chill Ronnie’s skin. She turned off the shower, and threw back the shower curtain, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself.

Walking back into the room, she stopped up short and gave a loud scream!

“Norman! What are you doing here?” She cried out, almost laughing. “I was just going to get dressed and come get you. The hot water seems to not be working.”

“Women like you break everything, don’t they? I’ve been warned about women like you.”

Ronnie peered closely at the tall man quizically. Something seemed not to be right. But what?

“Norman, what do you mean? Women like me?”

He stepped closer, and suddenly Ronnie knew what was wrong – it was in his eyes. They were glazed over, out of focus. Fear seeped into Ronnie, and then her blood ran cold as she noticed the knife at his side. Moving quickly, she picked up the telephone and threw it at him with all her strength. It glanced off his shoulder, but it was enough to cause him to lose his balance, and Ronnie took full advantage of the situation. Rushing past him, she ran out of the door and to the car. That’s when she realized she didn’t have the keys. She turned to look back at the room, and noticed Norman getting to his feet, coming to the door.

Ronnie glanced at the last bungalow and made a mad dash across the parking lot. She reached the door, barely clutching the towel to her body as she pounded on the wood, screaming to be let in.

 

[ariosto]

"What the fuck is that!"
Natalie managed to get out, around a mouth full of Shea's cock.
Unfortunately for Veronica though, the shock and adrenaline rush of her assault on the door had caused both Harry and John to climax violently at the same time, instantly filling Nat's pussy and ass with searing hot fratboy cum...she writhed and bucked under the volcanic onslaught causing both Tom and Dick to follow suit and a veritable rain of semen geysered into the room...what else could Shea do?

He let go and blasted his own thick cum into The little nympho's pretty face, filling her mouth and plastering her eyes shut with it!
In a second they were all wallowing in their slippery secretions and congratulating each other on an amazing..no an almost unheard of sextuple mutual orgasm!...all thoughts of the screams at the door now forgotten.

And where was Ronnie while this sexual smorgasborg was going on?

"Norman...you stay away from me...you hear!"
She was backed up against the sidewall of the bungelow, her towel lying at her feet and Bates knife at her throat.

He was breathing like a freight train, his hair was hanging to his shoulders in wild disarray, his eyes gleamed with insanity...

"Shut up you whore...tempt MY boy will you!"

She closed her eyes and consigned herself to painful death...

"EAT MY PUSSY YOU HUSSY!"

Her eyes snapped open and she noticed for the first time that Norman Bates was wearing a frayed old calico dress...

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie blinked. Then she blinked again. The apparition did not go away. Instead, it laughed the high-pitched laughter of the insane. As Ronnie watched, “Norman” raised his skirt and she gasped at the fact that he was naked underneath. Naked and hard. And huge. He had to have at least a full 12” of hard cockmeat between his legs. The tip of which was staring at Ronnie, begging for attention. She couldn’t pull her eyes off of it.

“EAT MY PUSSY – NOW!!!”

“But, uh, Norman, honey you don’t have a pussy – you have a gorgeous cock!”

“Are you going to argue with me, you bitch?” The blade of the knife inched menacingly towards her face.

“No. No, I certainly am not going to argue with you….Norman.”

“Norman? You leave my boy out of this! Just call me ‘mother’ – and eat me!”

Ronnie sank to her knees, watching the knife the entire time, until she came face to face with the monster cock. For once, she didn’t know where to begin! She began stroking the shaft, her finger running over the tip. Her other hand began massaging the balls – they were also huge, and pulled upwards towards his body. She leaned forward, her tongue gliding over the shaft of his cock, then down towards his balls. She tried to suck first one, then the other, but they were too big. Instead, she lapped at them, listening to him moan.

Reaching back up, she ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the clear pre-cum – her eyes never leaving the knife.

“Eat me – yes, EAT ME!”

Ronnie opened her lips and took the head of his cock between them. She sucked on the head, her tongue running circles around the head. She began to stroke the base, as her lips made their way slowly down the shaft. She heard the knife fall on the ground at her knees, but his fingers were in her hair, holding her tight against his body.

“Need to cum, have to cum, been too long….”

Ronnie increased her movements, not caring if she was doing this to save her life, or because she simply enjoyed it.

 

[ariosto]

In the bungelow, Tom had produced a baggy and rolled several fat numbers which were making the rounds. Natalie contributed nearly a full quart of Southern Comfort and all six of them were rapidly sinking into a mellow haze of inertia.
Shea was drawing patterns in the cum on Natalie's breasts and Dick went outside to pee.

He came back in, leaving the door wide open and gestured back outside...
"Man you should see that...some naked chic is sucking some old ladies cock out there."
One by one they made their way to the door and window...a dozen eyes... looking...

"Hey ain't that the babe you danced with?"
Natalie was leaning on him for support.
Shea was grinning....
"Yep that's my gal...she sure can suck a cock can't she?"
He blinked...
"Hey, wait...that's an old lady! They don't have cocks!"

Norman pulled her dress aside to be able to see what Ronnie was doing.
She could'nt stuff him inside her mouth and was instead running her tongue up and down his foot long and rolling his aching balls in her palms.

"Keep GOING!" He shreiked madly into the sultry night.

 

[SexyChele]

Ronnie soon lost all thought that the man who was standing above her was, in reality, a psycho. The 12” of cockmeat filling her mouth consumed her senses. She was determined to try to take in as much of him as possible – and to try to swallow ever drop.

Her lips glided over his cock, as her hand stroked the base. She felt his hand tangling in her hair, pushing her down further onto him. She tried to relax her throat, but still she gagged once or twice. Her other hand was squeezing and pulling at his balls, attempting to milk him of the creamy white jism that she needed to have.

Her tongue worked around the cock, and her cheeks hollowed out. She wanted to move her head, but Norman kept her head still as his hips began to thrust back and forth. His cock was fucking her face, and Ronnie was helpless except to moan her pleasure.

“YES, YOU BITCH! THAT’S IT! I’M GONNA CUMMMM!!!!”

Ronnie felt the first spurts hit the back of her throat, before Norman pulled out of her mouth. His cock was like a geyser, spewing his spunk over her face, throat, and tits. Instead of grunting, his maniacal laughter filled the air. Ronnie regained enough of her senses to close her fingers around the knife that lay at her feet, yet Norman held her fast with his fingers in her hair. If he didn’t let her go, she’d have to, well, she’d be forced to….

KILL HIM!

 

[ariosto]

Or she could just whack it off...
And she was choking.

"She's choking on it!"
Shea whispered to Natalie.

"Yeah I think he's trying to 'do' her in that way...Wow! what a way to go!"

God! Nat looked cute right then, her face all flushed, eyes glittering, pretty little ass stuck up in the air while she peeked out the window.
He began to a maneuver himself behind her....

"Ughhhlllllllluuuugghhhhh!" (sounds of Veronica choking)

With a last regretful look at Natalie's invitingly available pussy,
Shea ran screaming from the bungelow like a madman!

"GET YOUR COCK OUT OF MY GIRL FRIENDS MOUTH!"

Behind came the four frat boys...

Norman turned just in time to see what appered in the dark to be the offensive line of the Green Bay Packers bearing down on him/her.

Veronica felt the meat loaf shrivel in her mouth at almost the same time she heard the sound of Shea's voice behind her...then both she and Norman, Shea and the Frat Boys were down in a jumbled mass of struggling forms....



(Later that night...crossing the high plains under a full moon just west of the Rio Grande)

"Just look at that moon!...Damn Ron ain't it beautiful!"

The only response he got was the steady deep hum of the big V8 under the Virgins hood.

"Oh come on baby...I rescued you didn't I...'Knight in Shining Armor' stuff...right?"

Ronnie sat against the passenger door, nursing what could very well become a spectacular 'shiner' by morning.

"I'm sorry about your eye baby, it got in the way of my foot while I wrestled that maniac down...
Gosh, I wonder what Nat and the boys are gonna do to him!"

Silence

Sighing, he reached for the radio knob and listened in melancholy
solitude to 'Heartbreak Hotel'.

They'd just passed a sign that said ...
WARNING NEXT GAS AND SERVICES 50 MILES!

...when the 'Virgin' burped and ran out of it.