"Hope you like 'em tall, baby," she simpered, licking her wide, full mouth. "But then you're pretty tall yourself." Sheila glanced at my hair. "Say, you ain't one of them hippies, are you?"
"Guess not," I said, shrugging. "Lotsa guys wear their hair long nowadays."
"Wouldn't matter to me if you was. I was just hoping you might have something with you to smoke." Her eyebrows twitched and she smiled knowingly.
It was my chance to show Sheila how cool I was. Luckily I'd rolled a fat joint before coming to town and stuffed it in my billfold. When I dug it out and laid it on the bar in front of the tall blonde, she clapped her hands together, then kissed me wetly on the forehead.
"Why, ain't you just something else, now!"
Before I could say anything, Sheila had reached a match from a shot glass full of them and struck it on the bar. The heavy odor of grass filled the air as she took a huge lungful and held it down. I knew right off she was no stranger to smoking Mary Jane.
"These cowboys 'round here never have nothin' like this," she gasped finally, blowing smoke all over the place. "You want some?"
"You go ahead," I said, sipping the bourbon. I felt weird enough with just the whiskey. And that grass was so damned good, I sure didn't want to lose my concentration at a time like this.
Sheila toked again and went over to the long sofa against one wall. She slumped down on fl and patted the cushion beside her. "Come on over and keep a girl company, handsome."
The joint was half-gone now and Sheila put it out and laid it in on ashtray. She turned to me, her eyes all dreamy and high. "You want to give me five dollars now or later?"
"Now, I guess." I started to dig in my jeans.
"If you make it ten, you're in for a real treat. Grass always makes me hungry."
I looked at her, wondering if I'd heard right. "Ten dollars and…"
"Ten dollars and you can come nice. Anyway you want it!" She flung her hand around, then ran her fingers under my shirt collar. Her touch was cool and tingly on my skin. I dug out two fives and handed them to her. Sheila shoved them carelessly under the sofa cushion and touched the lump of hardening cock in my pouts.
It was the first time a girl had really come on like tat and I didn't know what to do next. Before I could even say anything Sheila had started unbuttoning my jeans.
"I just knew it would be a pretty one," she said, jerking my cock free from my shorts, "'cause you're so good-looking."
No chick had ever called me pretty before and it made me a little uncomfortable. But I didn't have time to worry about what Sheila meant. Already she was pulling off my boots and socks, jerking down my Levi's, her eyes on my cock the whole time. It was lying up against my stomach hard and hot and ready. Sheila stood up finally and undid the silk tie. The short nightie fell apart and she shrugged it off her shoulders. Her skin was the whitest I'd ever seen except maybe on my sister's ass. The blue veins under the flesh of her big boobs made me want to kiss the nipples and feel the soft swells against my own chest.
"Anybody ever tell you you're hung?" Sheila asked.
I felt my face flush. "Yeah." Janey had said it was and Jessica had, too, even though she couldn't see. Sheila reached down and patted my prick.
"Sure looks like a pussyful!" Her eyes went mischievous. "Hey, you want to see me play with myself?"
"That'd be far out." Right away I was thinking of the night I'd watched Jessica finger-fuck her twat. But this would be close up and I could see just exactly how a chick diddled her cunt. Sheila opened the drawer of an end table and pulled out a white plastic thing about as big around as a man's cock and almost as long. But instead of a flared crown at the end it was more smoothly rounded. It was the kind of thing you could put batteries in to make it vibrate. I'd seen them advertised once as facial massagers and even then had wondered what else a chick might use one for. Sheila flipped the switch at the base of the plastic cock, and the thing began to buzz softly.
"Throw same cushions on the floor, baby," she whispered throatily.
I made a short pallet like Sheila wanted, then lay down on my back. She put her feet on each side of my chest and squatted down. Her cuntlips pulled apart with a sound that told me her snatch was already soaked with juice. The glossy insides of her pussy were down enough to my face for me to see every little fold of slick red meat. As she shifted her position some, her hole opened a little and squished shut again. Sheila pressed the tip of the vibrator against her cunt mouth and pushed. In an instant only the circular base was left sticking out of her box. She held onto the fake dick with a thumb and forefinger and twisted the thing beck and forth in her sloshy hole.
"Here, you wanna do it?" she asked, taking her hand away.
I reached out shyly and took hold of the hot plastic. Sheila's slick cunt juice seeped back along the sides and wet my fingers. When I pulled it back, I could see the circle of muscles around her cunt begin to tighten around the plastic cockshaft. Right away I was thinking how it would feel if my cock were up there inside her snatch instead of that vibrator. Then Sheila grabbed the thing again and started plunging it in and out of her cunt furiously. Her pussy juice began to make a whitish lather around the inflamed cuntal tissue where the plastic cock plunged. Sheila gave a crooning moan and pulled the prick all the way out of her hole swallowed with excitement as she pressed the tip against the nubbin of her clitoris. The tiny bead of flesh began to plow right before my eyes as she made circle around it with the vibrator. In a few seconds it stiffened and rose out from the shiny, soaked membranes of her reddened slit. It almost looked like a tiny cock pulsing there.
The muscle in Sheila's thighs were hard and trembling. I wanted more than anything to stick my cock up inside her hot, oozing cunt. She saw me hump my hips, and smiled.
"You wanta fuck now?"
"Jesus, yes."
Sheila rocked forward on her knees, then inched backward, holding my cock up with one hand. Her outer cuntlips caressed the tip, then I felt the soft place where she'd shoved the vibrator deep. With a dainty dip of her ass, Sheila speared her cunt on my cock and pressed slowly back. The walls of her pussy rippled slickly around my knob and prickshaft until her ass was touching my thighs. Then she rolled her hips, and her pussy smacked and sucked at the meat way up inside it. Sheila had a way of dosing down her hale and milking her ass back off me. Then she loosened her cuntal sheath and plunged down again. After a minute or two of this I was squirming around, trying to make her stop the excruciating tease. It was good, but I didn't know how long I could take it before I'd pap my nuts.
Finally Sheila pulled her pussy up until only my knob was gripped by the muscles of her cunt. Holding my prickhead like that, she shook her whole body like a snake and cinched her cunt muscles down tight on my cock. The barb of my tip was wedged firmly inside her hole and right away I felt my spasms begin. Sheila watched my face, listened to my breathing. Just before I was about to flood her cunt with jism, she pulled away and rolled, giggling, onto her back. My cock pawed the air as I struggled after her on hands and knees.
"Come to Sheila-baby," she laughed, holding her arms open.
"Goddamn!" I coughed, pushing the head of my bursting prick into her damp cunt with one hand while I held myself up with the other. When I felt my cockhead sink into the start of her pussy, I rammed hard and deep. The first jet of cum spouted deep inside Sheila's cunt, my thighs cramping with the furious convulsions. She threw back her thighs to let my prick all the way in her clenching twat. Her slit pushed open against my body, wetting my crotch hair, and the own smacked around the edges of her hole. I wallowed between Sheila's soft boobs, trembling in the after throes of my come, cock still oozing seed. She petted my back with her hands until only a warm glow was left and I managed to get control of my breathing again.