Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 07

Sara took me deep into her mouth, sucking hard as she slid her mouth up and down my shaft. Her lips, absolutely made for the job, formed a tight seal around my cock and as she looked up at me, her long pigtails dangling and bobbing as she sucked, I did my best to capture yet another of those perfect images in my mind. Anna's oral technique was pretty amazing but Sara's mouth was just exquisite, her pout the very definition of blowjob lips. With her hand at the base of my cock and massaging my balls she worked her way up and down, her tongue and mouth slurping ravenously. Every so often she would pause at the top of her stroke to suck hard on my glans, her tongue exploring every groove and contour of my cock, then back down, swallowing as much of me as she could.

My orgasm was beginning to build and with great reluctance I told Sara to stop. As hard as it was to not let her finish me off with her mouth I wanted to watch my thick cock slipping and sliding in and out of her delicious, hairless pussy. With her eyes on mine Sara's lips slowly slid up to the top of my erection and she let go, my cock slick with her saliva. She grinned at me.

"Sorry, I was getting carried away there," she said.

"Don't apologise. Your mouth is amazing."

Sara beamed at the compliment and bent down to kiss the tip of my cock.

"So is he," she said.

Suddenly she stood up and lifted the dress over her head and stood in front of me, totally naked. She ran her hands over her body, squeezing her big tits, pinching her nipples, then down, back between her thighs, opening her lips, rubbing herself as she stood in the open. "Do you like my cunt being smooth?" she asked in a sweet, girlish tone.

I gawped at her as she fingered herself, my hand instinctively rubbing my cock as I took in the wonderful sight of a voluptuous blonde girl, brazenly showing herself to me in the middle of a field. Suddenly something inside me snapped, my hormones raging. I had to fuck this little slut right now. I stood up and roughly grabbed her right tit, forcing my mouth onto hers. Our tongues fought for a second before I broke away and pushed her towards the van.

"Get in there, now, you horny little bitch," I growled.

Sara's eyes narrowed and became glassy. She knew as well as I did that this was exactly what she'd been hoping for. She hopped into the van and onto the bed, and I followed her in, closing the door behind me.

Already the van was sweltering but the heat only made things more intense. Sara made contented little sounds as I pushed her onto her back and forced her legs apart. I knelt between her legs, watching appreciatively as she caressed her own body. I bided my time, waiting until I couldn't take it anymore and had to take control. Sara's fingers explored her pussy again, she clearly loved the new sensation of her smooth skin. Using both hands she spread her lips wide open, revealing her innermost place to me. All the while, she had that impossibly sexy, wanton glint in her eye. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Scandinavian women were going to take some topping. I crudely grabbed her tits, squashing them hard against her chest and pushed my cock against her cunt.

Sara gasped as I slid in. She was wet enough for me to push firmly inside her. I gave her a second to become used to the feeling then began to fuck her. As I did, with slow and deep strokes, she held my hand onto her breast, crushing it beneath our palms.

"Squeeze them, Sam," she breathed.

My fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her magnificent tits and I pressed hard, groping and mauling, squeezing her nipples between my finger and thumb. Sara's eyes were fixed on mine as my hips thrust up and down, sending my hard cock deep inside her, then almost all the way out.

"Harder," she gasped.

I looked down as I fucked her hairless cunt, my pubic hair rubbing roughly against her clitoris, my thick erection spreading her labia wide and squeezed her boobs as hard as I dared.

"Fuck you feel good," I panted. The van was insanely hot, sweat dripping off my brow and shoulders already. The bed squeaking as the van rocked in time with my pistoning pelvis.

"Harder, Sam," Sara pleaded. "Fuck me. Be mean to them. Slap me."

I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her bum, then I slapped her left breast with my right hand, the aroused flesh firm beneath my palm.

"Harder, Sam, she gasped. Hit my big tits."

The lust filling the van, the heat, the aroma of sex, the almost painful ecstasy building in my groin clouded any rational thought and I lifted my hand to hit her beautiful breast again. The sound of my palm on flesh filled the van. A red handprint was clearly visible.

"More," she whimpered. "Hit me hard."

The feeling of domination was intoxicating and as I fucked Sara I roughly slapped her, first one breast then the other, the flesh of her sumptuous tits rippling and heaving. Each blow was met with a whimper of pleasure and as I hit her harder and harder Sara's whimpers became squeals, then screams.

"Fuck, Sam, you're amazing," Sara cried. "Fuck me hard, please."

I drove into her with all my strength, her tight vagina walls gripping my penis divinely. I slapped her tits again, revelling in the sense of power I had over this beautiful woman, taking a sadistic thrill from abusing her heavenly body in such a coarse way. I placed my hand against her throat and pressed hard. Just as Anna had in the alleyway, Sara's eyes widened as she struggled to breathe but I didn't release her, only pressed more firmly as I fucked her; an animal, primal force overwhelming me.

I was going to come soon, I couldn't hold back much longer, and as I allowed myself to relax, and let the climax begin to surge through me, Sara held my wrist, squeezing her own windpipe harder as her own orgasm finally took hold. Her body lifted and fell, she made strangled noises and her legs wrapped tight around my back until finally her orgasm began to fade away and she let her legs fall limply either side of me.

I let go of her throat and she took a deep, ragged breath, finally able to suck air into her oxygen-starved lungs. "My God, Sam," she gasped, "that was incredible."

The sweat was pouring off me and my orgasm was so close. I could feel my balls tingling as it built. Sara was breathing heavily but held my eye as the crucial moment neared.

"Are you close baby?" she asked.

I nodded and gasped a reply.

"Come on me Sam, I want it on me," she begged, rubbing her lips with a finger.

"Are you sure?" I asked, some semblance of my old self still functioning.

Sara nodded. "Cover me," she whispered, her eyes wide and pleading.

I drove into her a final few strokes then pulled out and straddled her chest. With both hands Sara grabbed my slick cock and rubbed me hard. As soon as her hands closed round my erection I came, grunting as thick spurts of come shot into her open mouth, onto her face and into her hair, her hands working up and down my throbbing cock until the last jets of spunk faded away. Sara carried on lightly rubbing me, prolonging my ecstasy for as long as I could cope with it, eking out the last drops, then she lifted her head and gently sucked me clean, before letting her head drop back to the pillow, a look of utter satisfaction across her face, along with a lot of come. Still panting from the heat and my exertions I took one last look at the scene beneath me, the almost obscene sight of Sara's beautiful features defiled by the result of my orgasm and handed her my t shirt so she could clean herself up. She took the shirt but didn't move, just let the post-orgasmic bliss drift over her. I collapsed on the bed next to her.

"That was amazing," I panted, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.

"Yes it was, wasn't it?" Sara asked, giggling.

More fantasies had been crossed off my checklist, including ones I hadn't known were on there but with my orgasm an already fading memory I needed to set my mind at rest. My sadistic streak was evidently as temporary state. I felt for Sara's hand with my own and our fingers entwined. "I wasn't too rough was I?" I asked, a tone of concern more evident in my voice than I might have hoped.

Sara propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. "You were magnificent, Sam," she said sincerely. "I've never been fucked like that before."

"Me neither!" I laughed.

At last Sara sat up and began to wipe her face clean. "I've never wanted anyone to do that before," she said.

I paused for a second to analyse her statement, the implication being others had but she hadn't been happy with it. "Which part?" I laughed.

Sara turned to look at me, dabbing at her face with the t shirt. "The part where you came on my face, Sam".

"You did it, not me!"

Sara laughed gently. Her laugh, like her accent, sounded different to Anna's but I still wasn't sure I really knew what the differences were. "Yeah, well. I like how you taste," she grinned, licking a finger dry. There was a quiet pause while we both collected our thoughts and regained our composure. She definitely knew the right things to say to me. I was beginning to think Anna seemed like a lot of hard work in comparison. "Fuck, it's so hot in here!" she cried, and flung the door open to let some air in.

Even with the door open the van was still basking hot and the still air wasn't doing much to dissipate the distinctive aroma of sex. I lay on the bed, my hand behind my head while Sara sat cross-legged beside me, her fingers twirling one of her plaits.

"Can I ask you something?" I ventured.

Sara cocked her head to one side and looked at me mischievously. "That depends."

"How well do you really know Anna?"

Sara looked away and thought for a few seconds.

"Not that well, really. I've known her for a few months. We met through a mutual friend, who knew we were both hoping to travel a little bit. I liked her straight away, she's pretty crazy but I loved her energy and the fact she does just what she likes."

I was actually hearing something that sounded like it might be the truth. This was a first. I decided to press a little more. "And you obviously fancied each other?"

Sara turned and smiled. "I'd only ever kissed a couple of girls before I met her. She is pretty hot though, don't you think?"

I certainly couldn't disagree with that but Sara had turned away again and was gazing out towards the sea. As much as I wanted to hear about how they came to be lovers I didn't want to push my luck.

"To be honest, Sam, I'm not sure about Anna," Sara said, still gazing into the distance.

I stayed quiet. Sara wasn't alone in having thoughts like those but with this first glimpse at what was really going on I didn't want to blow it by saying the wrong thing.

"I'm not really like her, you know?"

"How do you mean?"

Sara looked back to me, over her shoulder. "I really think she'd fuck a stranger, just for the hell of it. I could never do that."

For some reason a sense of relief washed over me. No matter how arousing I found Anna's sluttishness at least I now knew neither of them had gone that far.

"In fact, I don't think I could let one of the guys we mess around with touch me like she does. I mean, it's hot and fun when we tease guys and I love it when Anna gets all horny with them but I only fuck guys I like."

"I think there's a compliment in there somewhere," I laughed, a little nervously.

Sara slapped my leg playfully. "Don't be silly! You're totally different, Sam. You've got the best cock in the world," she said, lifting my flaccid penis and letting it fall back to my stomach. I couldn't help but smile at the additional boost to my ego.

Sara had turned back to look out of the van door. I was enjoying the view I had of her perfectly proportioned back and shoulders, her golden hair glinting in the hazy sunlight, the glimpse of her comely breast, its size somehow defeating the laws of physics. "It's the stealing I don't like," Sara said quietly. "I like the thrill of it all and the naughtiness but I don't like taking from other people who've done nothing wrong." She turned to me again. Her tits both came into view. Despite my best efforts I couldn't help but look at them as the jiggled sensuously as she moved. Sara smiled. She knew exactly where I was looking.

"So why do you do it?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know," she sighed. "We started out just shocking people and teasing them -- you know, snogging in public, touching each other up. It was so damn horny!"

I thought about that for a second. There was no denying the sight of Anna and Sara snogging one another would certainly attract some attention.

"Then she started pushing things further -- seeing how much we could get away with, getting things for free if we flashed our tits or whatever. I mean, it is fun, I'm not saying it isn't.

"It is pretty sexy, you're right," I admitted.

"It's funny how easily men can be controlled," she laughed quietly, her gaze once again on the horizon.

"I'm not a thief though." She whipped her head round to look at me, her pigtails flying outwards as she did. "Do you believe me Sam?"

I did. For the first time since meeting these incredible girls I felt like I was hearing the truth. I could well believe Anna had put Sara up to it. She had an amazing control over men and probably women too. I'd seen it in action and she clearly loved the attention as well as the thrill of the illicit scams. I sat up and shuffled along so we were side by side. I put my arm around Sara's shoulders.

"Sara, I do believe you. Anna's a crazy person, I think she could get pretty much anyone to do pretty much anything if she put her mind to it."

We looked into each other's eyes and I leaned to kiss her gently.

"Oh Sam, you're so sweet," she whispered, then kissed me more ardently. "I think we should keep an eye on her. I'll try to make sure you know whatever she's got planned. Turn your phone on and I'll send you texts so you know what's going on."

I nodded. It was quite liberating to know that for once I'd actually have a clue as to what was going on.

"So do you think she's got something else planned?" I asked.

"I'm sure she does. I think I'll have to go along with this one but I don't know if I'm going to keep doing it."

I couldn't help it. My libido ruled me. My cock twitched at the thought of whatever deliciously improper act Anna was cooking up next. I was genuinely happy that Sara wasn't as badly behaved as Anna but the thought of them up to no good again was too much for my feeble brain.

*

Sara was riding me, her hips pivoting to make long, slow, luxurious movements up and down my hard cock. With our heads towards the open door to keep us at a vaguely tolerable temperature we'd soon found ourselves ready for a second round and Sara had taken charge of a much less intense and quieter, but no less pleasurable fuck. Her wonderful tits bounced with every movement and I lazily played with them as we slowly worked ourselves towards another climax. I could feel the tingles of my orgasm beginning to build and was just considering adding some energy to the copulation when Anna appeared at the open door, her image upside down from my perspective.

"Hey you guys," she said, utterly unfazed by what we were doing. "I hope you've saved some for me," she grinned, looking at me. "Don't stop. It's fun to watch. Hey Sam, look," she said, pointing at the sky. "Clouds! It's gonna rain I think."

I glanced up. Sure enough, the sky was darkening, thunderclouds forming high above us. Although Anna's arrival had checked the start of my orgasm Sara's relaxed tempo didn't falter and she continued to firmly fuck me as her friend pulled up the deckchair beside the door.

"Wow, you guys must have been at it while, I can smell you from here," Anna laughed. She fixed me with her hypnotic blue eyes. "No one can resist your cock for long though, can they Sam?"

Genetically incapable of multitasking I was lost for a witty retort, but Sara filled the gap. "Damn right I couldn't. Sam gave me the best fuck of my life earlier, didn't you baby?" Sara said, leaning to kiss me, her eyes on Anna.

"Well, lucky you!" Anna said. "While you've been fucking my guy I've been working out our next adventure."

I wasn't quite sure what to make of this exchange but Sara had upped the pace and was squeezing me tightly with her perfect, naked pussy. My powers of concentration were being severely tested.

"Do you like what I did to Sara's cunt, Sam?" Anna asked.

"I love it. That was your handiwork was it?" I managed. Sara's bouncing was becoming more insistent.

Anna's upside-down face nodded proudly. "I did a good job, didn't I?"

I did my best to nod but Sara had begun to fuck me hard. She was completely impaled on my cock; my pubic hair once again rubbing her clitoris, stimulating her as she ground her pelvis on mine. She was making whimpering noises and was obviously close to coming again. As weird as it felt to be fucked with a non-participating audience I began to drive my own hips upwards to meet Sara's downward movements. As soon as I did I felt the unstoppable force commence.

"You fuck, I'll talk," Anna said, matter-of-factly.

Sara looked at me and opened her mouth to speak but a sudden wave of pleasure took her breath away as the tip of my erection touched her innermost place.

"Fuck Sam, yes. That's the place. Fuck me there," she gasped.

"So," Anna began. "I've found a great little place for our next job. It's really quiet, the guy's hot and it's in the middle of nowhere. Sam, you drive us there and keep watch, we'll go in, do our thing, leave him and his till empty and you be our sexy getaway driver."

Anna carried on, explaining exactly where I was to wait, what the layout of the shop was, where I should be keeping watch and a host of other details about the job. I was close to coming and Sara's face and voice suggested she was too, but I did my best to listen.

"We won't be in there long," Anna continued, "watching you guys is getting me all worked up. Is he hitting your G spot baby?" she asked Sara.

Sara nodded and tried to reply but her breath was taken away by a blissful surge from deep within her. Anna chuckled and carried on chatting.

"Anyway, we might have to move somewhere else tonight as it's pretty near here and we don't want to be recognised," said Anna.

Sara's cunt clamped around my cock and she squealed as her orgasm finally took hold. She pressed hard on my shoulders and shuddered as the waves of ecstasy flooded her body. As she came I did too.

"You know the place, Sam" Anna said. "It's the little shop on the way here."

I cried out as the dam holding back my orgasm finally burst and I ejaculated deep inside Sara, my hips bucking upwards as I tried to get deeper and deeper inside her godlike interior.

Sara collapsed on top of me as the ecstasy slipped away and we lay there, panting for breath, dripping with sweat from our exertions. As I came back down to earth my brain processed what I'd heard Anna say. I looked out of the door towards her. She was grinning from ear to ear.

"That looked great!" she giggled.

"It was," Sara said, her voice muffled by my chest.

"When you say the shop on the way you don't mean the place where the guy always has his fifty cent pieces ready, do you?"

Anna nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Like I said, he's cute and it'll be easy. What do you think?"

"I think it's a terrible idea. He's a good guy. I like him. He phoned his brother to arrange the bike ride, remember?" I wasn't impressed at all. I didn't want someone I'd actually met and chatted with to be one of their victims, no matter how good a time he'd have in the process.

"Oh relax, Sam," Anna said impatiently. "All you have to do is drive the van and keep a look out."

Sara lifted her head and caught my eye, giving me what I took to be a look of solidarity. I gently encouraged her to roll off me so I could turn round and speak to Anna properly. I swung myself round so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out.