"Oh, God, I'm so fucking hot for you, Jake," she panted when the kiss finally broke. "I've dreamed about this since the first time I saw you up on stage."
It was obvious she was not lying about being hot for him. Her nipples were protruding sharply from beneath her halter-top, her face was flushed with excitement, and her neck had broken out in goosebumps. Her hand dropped down to the bulge in his jeans and began to rub it expertly, squeezing and palpating, caressing and rubbing in such a way that he suspected she could make him come without him even opening his pants if she so desired.
But she did not desire. Before he even had a chance to respond to her statement, she sank slowly to her knees before him, so her head was even with that bulge. She leaned forward and put her mouth directly on it, exhaling her hot breath against it with enough force for him to feel it even through the layer of denim and cotton that made up his jeans and underwear.
"Ohhhh," he groaned as the sensation coursed through him. By now, Michelle was not even in the back of his mind. Perhaps the fact that he was currently at the peak of his marijuana high was distorting things, but Colette's actions seemed the hottest, most erotic thing he'd ever experienced.
She undid his jeans, popping the buttons one by one, and then pushed them down, taking the underwear with them. His erection popped out, actually striking her in the face and leaving a wet smear of pre-come on her nose. She didn't mind. Before the pants were even on the floor her head came forward, her lips opened, and she sucked him into her hot mouth with a satisfied slurp.
She sucked him up and down, her lips and tongue working madly against his flesh, her hand jacking him. Every sixth or seventh stroke she would pull her hand free and swallow him to the base in a delicious deep throat maneuver. He groaned each time she did this. Never before had a girl taken him all the way in her mouth. She began to move faster, to suck more firmly, to deep throat more often. He was so stoned that time really had no meaning. There was only sensation. The pleasure of her mouth upon him, the sight of her head bobbing forward and back, the sound of her slurping. She interrupted her rhythm only once, to pull her halter off over the top of her head, baring those gorgeous mounds on her chest. Jake's hands reached down, finding them, caressing them, squeezing them.
After what seemed an eternity he felt the orgasm beginning to stir within him. His hips began to move without his telling them to, his head fell back a little on his neck, his legs began to tremble, the knees bowing toward each other. Colette picked up on these signs like the expert that she was. Her brown eyes looked up at him, sexiness and adoration shining within them. She pulled her mouth free of his cock but her hand kept moving back and forth, squeezing and releasing with each stroke.
"You want to come on my face?" she asked.
"Huh?" Jake asked, arousingly surprised. Though a common male fantasy since the days of Adam and Eve, women who would consent to such a thing were fairly rare in the dim, dark days of 1981.
"Or how about my tits?" she countered, jacking a little faster now. "You can. I like it that way."
It turned out that he did both. Her words kicked the machinery of orgasm into high gear all by themselves and the spasms began working through his body. She continued to smile and jack him off with her hands, her face inches away from the head of his cock, her mouth open, her tongue sticking out suggestively. The first spurt shot directly into her mouth, trailing across her wet tongue. The second hit her in the right cheek, splattering and running downward. She leaned back and adjusted her body, allowing the remainder to shoot over the tops of her breasts, saturating them with his offering.
While his nerve endings were still tingling from orgasm, while his pot-enhanced mind was still trying to grapple with the total eroticism of what she'd just done, her face leaned forward again and began to suck on his half-deflated penis. She slurped him clean and began to bob her head back and forth, deep throating on each stroke this time. It didn't take long before the blood refilled his cylinder for whatever came next.
Satisfied that his fresh hard-on was there to stay, she stood up and kicked off her shoes. She unbuttoned her pants and, with considerable effort due to the tightness of them, pushed them down her legs. There were no panties beneath. Her pubic hair was pure black, a sharp disparity to Michelle's blonde bush. Her vaginal lips were swollen and glistening with moisture. She reached down and fingered herself a few times, smearing her juices around.
"What do you want to do to me?" she asked him softly.
"What do I want you to do?"
"I'll do anything for you, Jake. Anything. Do you want me to go get us another girl?"
"Another... another girl?" he squeaked, his mouth agape as he stared at her fingers playing with her wet lips. Was she serious?
"I'll do it," she said, her tone leaving little doubt that she was indeed serious. "I'll walk out there right now, naked, and I'll find another girl who wants to join us. There will be one. I guarantee it. I'll eat her pussy for you while you fuck me. Or I'll make her eat my pussy while you fuck her. Do you want me to?"
"Uh..." he stammered, his mouth refusing to form words. Was this really happening? Sure Matt and Coop and Darren and even Bill had told him that the groupies would do anything, but he hadn't considered that anything meant... well... anything.
"Or maybe you'd just like to fuck me like a dog," she suggested next. "How does that sound?"
Without waiting for him to answer she turned her back to him and walked over to the bed. She climbed up onto it and leaned forward, her butt sticking up in the air right at the level of his crotch, her upper body supported by her elbows, her face-still dripping with his semen-up against the bedspread.
The sight of her offering herself to him in this manner, of her swollen, aroused vagina open for his pleasure, got the better of him. He stepped quickly out of his pants, kicking off his own shoes in the process (and nearly falling down two times) and stepped forward. His hands came down on the firm cheeks of her ass. His hips went forward until the head of his cock was touching the center of her wetness. He thrust forward, burying himself within her body in one brutal stroke. Both of them cried out at the intrusion.
He thrust himself in and out of her, not bothering with anything like a build-up, just lustfully fucking her with sharp, slapping strokes. She grunted and moaned continuously, pushing her bottom backwards to meet each of his strokes. After three or four minutes, she came, her hands ripping the bedspread free, her moans almost painful in intensity.
The moment her spasms died down she looked back at him with her sweaty face. "Do you want my ass?" she asked him.
"Your... your ass?" he asked slowly. That was something else that guys were always fantasizing about, dreaming about, wanting to try, claiming they had done, but that real girls rarely consented to in 1981.
"My ass," she confirmed, reaching back with her hands and grabbing her lower cheeks. She spread them widely, revealing the entrance to said ass to his overwhelmed brain. "It's yours if you want it. I like it up the ass."
Jake had never performed this act before. He didn't hesitate for more than a second or two. He pulled himself free from her pussy and put himself against her smaller hole. Soon, he was buried within her back passage, experiencing the tightest fit he had ever imagined.
As he pounded in and out of her, listening to her grunts of pleasure, feeling the soft skin of her hips as he leveraged himself, seeing the amazing sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing from her ass instead of her pussy, he could not help but compare and contrast the sex he had received from Michelle with the sex he was receiving from Colette. Granted, he had loved Michelle, had enjoyed her company apart from the sex, and therefore their couplings had been satisfying just because of the fact that they were together. And while their sex life had not been boring by any means, Michelle had never taken his cock into her mouth, had never let him spray his come all over her face and tits, had never spread her ass cheeks and told him to fuck her in the forbidden zone. Colette had done all of this unhesitantly and seemingly with real desire. She had even offered to get another woman and bring her into the room, to eat the woman out while Jake fucked her, to do things that, quite frankly, he'd thought were never really done in real life.