"Auuuuuughhhhhhh."
Spurt, spurt, spurt. Rich loops of creamy jism shot out of his cock to be expertly milked by the tan girl, who thrilled to feel the warm prick jerk in her mouth like a live creature. She drank the pungent hot starch greedily. That was the sex law of the universe, to ingest the body juices of your lover, and the more the better. To take freely and give freely. One of her fingers rocked gently on Earl's seam between balls and asshole, pressing the internal tubes, increasing his pleasure.
"Oh, man, oh, wow-go-uh-innnnng," he cheered, grunting off shot after shot. He wasn't aware of Witsy's expert techniques. All he felt was exquisite joy that first turned his belly into a white hot bomb, and then tapped his cock to explode with such joy that it felt like he could spend out his very guts through his prick, a complete rinsing of juices and sex tensions together.
A clever Donna sensed the taking of Earl's cock and drove her tongue once again into Witsy's cunt. This time she harvested the tan girl's sex treasure.
"Oh, Donna, that's it. That's it."
For Witsy orgasm was a private thing, no matter how hard she tried to let the outside world know her joy. She drew into herself and went glazed in happiness and flew right out of the world. She lost all identity as her beautiful body wracked with female spasms. The van, Earl, Donna, didn't exist. Only the white hot burn and joy of spending, throb after throb, delicious quakes that shook her from knee to shoulder. Earl held her head and Donna held her loins and she twisted in moist sexual fervor, savoring each magnificent quake.
Finally she rolled off of Donna and the three young people subsided into laughter and euphoria, each young belly glowing golden from the rich sex they'd enjoyed.
Outside the sounds of the riot seemed dimished. The three of them smoked a joint that Witsy produced and relived the excitement of the evening. Witsy remained naked, Earl was half naked, soft cock curled between his thighs as they enjoyed the complete intimacy that was so much a part of good sex.
"So this cop is banging on me on the head and I'm struggling-"
"The guy had me on this little shed, his badge digging my tit-"
"-really had hold of my butt, squeezing and feeling-"
Donna didn't know how much time passed, but finally Witsy looked at Earl's watch, dressed again and told them she had to check with Kark.
"It's probably all over by now, but we got to get you kids safely out of the district," she said. Then she kissed Earl and Donna and left.
"That is one unbelievable doll," said Earl.
"I love her," said Donna.
"I never figured you for a lesbian," said Earl.
"I'm not," said Donna rather testily. "I just like Witsy." Earl did have a way of saying the wrong thing. No wonder he'd stayed a virgin.
"We'd better soft pedal this stuff back on campus," suggested Earl.
"No, I plan to do an article in the student paper mentioning our names," Donna shot back. "I'll write to your folks and mine, too."
Earl blushed. "I just mean-"
"Earl, I'm not going to sell you out. Why are you such a-a-a-well, prick?"
"Dammit, Donna-"
The two young white people turned away from each other to retreat into their own thoughts. They were like two heavy bricks that needed the soft, smooth cement of Witsy to hold them together.
Donna found herself staring at Earl's soft cock. For the first time in her life she no longer feared the male sex organ. There were the two big sacs that held his balls. There was the curl of the tube, that looked clean-washed after his cocksuck. The fluted, spade-shaped head and the dark piss-hole fascinated her. There was no other part of the human body more fascinating, and she wanted to hold it in her hand and squeeze it and watch it grow hard. She wished she could've seen Witsy suck it until it squirted. Wow, that would be something.
Donna knew that she was still hot. Her belly had recovered from orgasm and she felt delicious inner warmth and a slight cunt flow. Earl's cock turned her on. The trouble with sex-each cock was attached immutably to a personality, which could be rotten like his. Just the same she wished she dared reach out to comb the thick, wiry pubic hairs that formed a nest for that sexy, soft prick.
Earl lived in his own quandary. His first cocksuck had left him pleasantly tingling from the digestive power of Witsy's saliva. Pleasantly empty and free of sex tension for a while. But the soft curves and Donna's sexy costume began to turn him on. At a certain angle he could see her luscious breast, naked under the satin blouse with just a glimpse of the pink nipple. Those exquisite thighs still encased in sexy pantyhose, and those shapely legs. He wanted to stroke them.
Her miniskirt barely covered her cunt, where Witsy had torn the pantyhose material to suck the naked girl… and up above was that beautiful face and that long, exciting hair. Too bad she was a goddam lesbian. No wonder he'd failed in his dates with her. Well, he wasn't going to risk any rejection from her. No way. Now that Witsy had had sex with him, he counted on her for the final thing, a real fuck right into that luscious tan body. At least she was bisexual.
Suddenly the rear doors of the van swung open and Witsy returned, filling the closed space with her cheerful energy.
"It's pretty much over. Just a medium-sized riot, really. Nobody killed, a few busted heads. I'm afraid we didn't do a lot of damage at the bank. Blew over some desks, shattered some windows. Kark is sore as usual. He always thinks one of these demonstrations is going to put the Imperial Cluster in the limelight and he'll get to be a bigshot."
"Do we go now?" asked Donna.
"Kark will come along in a few minutes and drive you both back to Donna's car. I told him where it is. Since Earl hitched down, maybe you can ride him back to campus, Donna."
That was all right with Donna but Earl gave a cry of disappointment. "Witsy, I wanted to fuck. I wanted to do it with you tonight."
Witsy grinned. "Well, well, what a romantic approach, Earl. I didn't know you cared."
"I mean-" he blushed and stammered.
Donna laughed at his crude proposal and Witsy said: "Kark opens the back of the van and finds me pumping on your cock, we're all dead."
"Damn it, Witsy, I don't want to be a virgin anymore," cried Earl.
Witsy sat back on her heels and grinned at him. "I see what you mean. For a woman it's nice th be a virgin. For a man, for a college psychology major, it's downright neurotic." She winked at Donna who almost giggled. Witsy was up to one of her wild things. Witsy reached out and boldly palmed Earl's soft cock mass. "I suppose you could get it up once more for a quick one."
"You know it!" cried Earl.
While Witsy stepped back to peer out of the van and took off her shirt, Earl enthusiastically pumped himself. Donna felt beside herself with joy, anticipating some joke Witsy would play on the crude stud. Would-be stud. She watched fascinated while Earl jerked himself off. Meanwhile Witsy crouched there naked, eyes gleaming with lust and good humor.
"Come on, Witsy," begged Earl.
"Get it hard first. Nice and hard." To encourage him, Witsy slid out of her pants and shoes again, giving him the full effect of her elegant body, luscious tits, trim belly, shapely thighs and legs and lots and lots of light chocolate skin, smooth and gleaming.
Donna heated up herself to see that curious male cock enlarge and grow still more until it jutted up in his fist to a good six or seven inches of round, hard meat, glistening and darker than his skin.
"That's real cock. That's honest meat, isn't it Donna?" Witsy asked.
"I guess-so." Donna's hand had crept below her skirt to rub her own cunt. Whenever Witsy came around it seemed like you found yourself in some deep, exciting sex game.