Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2017 13:12:39 -0400
From: oldhippie1949 <oldhippie1949@gmail.com>
Subject: Davy's On The Road Again, Ch. 4

Davy's On The Road Again, Part 4

The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's
because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble
narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between
women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The
story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to
the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the
characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are
there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy
the telling and the tale.

I wrote this story several years ago and published it on another site. This
version is updated at corrected and in some ways is different from the
original story. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com. Thank you.
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"I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds..."

I awoke to the sound of guitars. I'd slept for nearly two hours and it was
10 p.m. From the side of the bed, Santo looked at me with those big eyes
and I knew he had to go out. I rousted myself, washed my face and walked
out into the crisp night. It was cooler than I expected so I went back in
for a long-sleeved t-shirt. Back outside, I listened to the guitars a
couple of sites away. Santo leaned up against the tree and emptied himself
and we walked toward the music.

There was a cowboy air all around me as I came upon a group sitting under a
large screened tent. Must have been a dozen people listening to a couple of
guys strumming country songs. I joined the group and listened to their
sweet harmonies. As they ended "Tumbling Tumbleweeds", one pointed to a
guitar off to the side and invited anyone who wanted to join them to sit
in. I walked over and picked up the small but very sweet Martin D-18 and
sat down. Santo curled up under my feet as I checked the tuning while they
started "I Ride an Old Paint." I began to pick some riffs and fills. I fell
in right away and it sounded fine and felt kinda nice, too. The singer
grinned as the sound filled out and sweetened. As any good listening
musician, he heard it happening, too.

The audience filled out a bit, too, as a few more sauntered into the tent.
I was trying to sound like a dobro and I liked the sound we created. It was
one lonesome cowboy tune after another and I imagined myself around a
campfire during a cattle drive in the late 1800s. I looked around the crowd
for the first time and was delighted in its diversity. There were a couple
of families with small boys snuggled into the parents, a few older white
haired folks, a few hippie types in their twenties, a pair of young women
also in their twenties - one black, one white, an hispanic family with a
beautiful raven-haired dark-eyed little girl, and a few couples holding
hands. One couple caught my eye as I played. He was a tall black man
graying around the temples and she was also tall, with red-brown skin and
incredible cheekbones. I figured her to be a Native American. Their dog, a
small collie, lay at their feet. I smiled as I played and I drifted back
into the music.

The lead singer asked me if I wanted to play one so I thought of songs to
fit the mood. I laid out the chords and the loping rhythm for them and
rolled into Randy Newman's "Blue Shadows (On The Trail)", an obscure number
from the film, "Three Amigos."

"Blue Shadows on the
trail,
Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream,
All of the dogies are in the corral,
All of your work is
done,
Just close your eyes and,
dream little pal, dream of, someone..."

I sang out strong and liked the timbre in my voice. It felt good to sing
and play in front of an appreciative audience again. The other two walked
right into it and we created a magical moment. I was very pleased
especially with an extended solo break. It sounded wonderful and it brought
a nice applause. It was now eleven and the leader thanked everyone for
hanging out but it was time to pack it in. "Blue Shadows" seemed the
perfect way to end the impromptu performance.

The families collected their kids and began to disperse toward their tents
and trailers. I thanked the other players and told them just how much I
enjoyed it. We had one of those "musician moments" where we all smiled at
each other and we silently knew we had performed well together - we had
meshed. Quite a few people surrounded us to thank us and offer compliments.
The leader said he thought I looked familiar and I introduced myself. He
nodded with recognition and we shook hands. Santo and the little collie
were making their sniffing ballet-de-deux as I thanked the audience and
shook lots of hands. I tugged at Santo's leash and began to leave the tent
as I chatted with the tall couple, the young female couple and a dad and
his little son.

We walked our dogs along the perimeter of the campgrounds and I was invited
to their trailer for a beer. The dad and his son had drifted off by now and
it was just the five of us sitting under their tented awning. We talked
about our journeys thus far. I learned that the tall couple was on their
way to the Pawnee Reservation up north to see her family. The young women
were heading up to Bozeman, Montana where they lived and ran a business.
After a few beers, they bid their goodbyes and drifted into the darkness. I
figured that this my cue to leave, too, but the couple began to ask me more
questions and the conversation became more personal. Their names were Jack
and Sunny and they were very gracious. They asked me if I wanted something
a little harder to drink and asked me to step inside. I asked if they
wanted to share a joint. Jack passed but Sunny liked the idea. I offered to
go get one and then to return.

I walked Santo back to our trailer and he immediately curled up in his bed.
I pulled out my stash and headed back to their large motorhome. Clearly, it
was the largest vehicle around and the slide-outs made it even more
immense. This sucker was about 40' long. I rapped on the door and stepped
in. It was really something to behold. Jack took me on a tour showing off
the large galley and dining area, the adjoining living room, the bathroom
suite and the huge master bedroom. The interior was lit by soft LEDs and I
commented on how this was a helluva way to travel. The driver's cockpit
looked almost like a jet pilot's seat with a myriad of gauges, dials and
screens. Jack began to pour and I asked if he had any cognac. He lifted a
bottle of Hennessy from the bar and poured me a couple of fingers. We sat
around the table as I began to roll up a couple of spliffs.

Sunny's voice was soft and sweet. She told about how they'd been on the
road for three months and still had another six weeks before they returned
to Tillmook, Oregon. Jack was swigging away on his single malt and he was
putting it away. At 6'3", he was a former basketball player with The
Warriors and was now enjoying his life as a college coach. His deep
mellifluous voice was very expressive and as the liquor fueled him, he
sounded even deeper and more resonant. I asked him if he was a singer and
he said no, laughing me off and saying that he couldn't carry a tune at
all. Sunny was a history professor and they'd met at the college. It was
her first marriage and his third.

Sunny sipped her white wine and between the booze and the smoke, we were
getting looser. Jack began to toke up, too. They asked me more intimate
questions. Jack asked how a single man could travel alone - didn't I get
horny. Sunny tried to shush him but his gregarious nature seemed naturally
bold.

"Sure," I said, "but it seems to me that road warriors all seem to be horny
toads so there's lots of sex everywhere I go. I haven't been horny for too
long!"

Jack lit up and asked for some details. Politely, and watching my words, I
told them about my Jefferson City debauchery. Sunny was all ears. I also
told them that I planned to stop at another nudist/sex resort along the
way. They wanted details and so I told them how to look it up on the web.
Sunny turned to her laptop and pulled up the URL. Within moments, they were
locked onto the screen. I directed them to the resort in Palm Springs as
one of my destinations.

"Oh, Jack, this is us. Let's do it after Grand Canyon."

"Hey, that's my plan, too!"

"Yeah, this looks cool, Sunshine."

"I like that it's got a fancy spa."

"You gonna meet us there, Davy? Looks like pussy heaven."

"Yeah, Jack, if it times out right maybe I will. I'm going up to Colorado
next and then hopefully to Grand Canyon and then Palm Springs."

"Well, maybe it will because we're going to Santa Fe after visiting Sunny's
folks. Hey, it'll be fun." Jack was getting very loose now having refilled
his tumbler and relit the joint.

Sunny took a deep hit, "Oh, I think I love this place. It's a sex resort,
hon. They're gonna love you and your monster there."

"Yeah, baby. I can see you getting all the cock you want, too."

"Com'n Jack, you know that you're all the cock I need, big guy. Actually, I
was thinking of something else," she said with a sly grin. He grinned back
at her and silent words were passed.

"Oh, you two have got to cut this out. I'm getting an erection now - forget
about what I'll be like when I see you naked in Palm Springs, Sunny."

They laughed and told me to calm down. My cock was straining against my
jeans. I noticed that Jack was hard, too, especially when he pulled at his
pants. "He must be carrying some package," went through my head.

"We've partied with groups, too, Davy. We like to have our fun, don't we,
hon."

"We sure do, baby. We surely do."

Sunny got up to go to the bathroom as Jack flipped through the web site
mumbling to himself. He was pretty stoned. I sat back and did some deep
toking. I looked around the bus and I realized that parts of it were custom
fitted for tall people. Also, the accoutrements were all top notch and
expensive. I noticed multiple speakers placed in corners and realized that
the big screen TV rose up from the back of the bar. Nice touch.

Sunny came back wearing a red silk robe. It occurred to me that she must
have been a fashion model at some point in her life. She was tall and thin
with very long legs, small breasts and wide shoulders. I imagined her
walking a runway with her beautiful face, high cheekbones and imperious
manner. I also imagined her flat ass and shaved pussy. She caught me
looking at her.

"What?"

"What do you mean 'What'?"

"I mean, what were you thinking? Come on, fess up, Davy."

"I was thinking that you must have been a fashion model."

"Yes, I was. I modeled for five years. I saw the world, made some good
money, made a few friends and it was a lot of fun. Want to see some
pictures?" It seemed like a pretty vain thing to say but I was curious.

Before I could say yes, she popped a CD into the player and the giant
screen rose up just as I had figured. I took a seat on the couch as she sat
next to me with the remote. I passed her the joint as a slideshow began. It
was a collection of their pictures with some of Jack dribbling down court
and some of Sunny's modeling shots. One of her images came up with her
wearing a thong bikini on a sandy beach.

"Wait, stop there." I examined her awesome body and the shaved area on the
sides of the thong.

"That was part of the SI shoot about 20 years ago. Here's another."

This picture had her hands splayed over her bare breasts. The yellow bottom
featured a perfect camel's toe.

"For obvious reasons, this one didn't make the magazine."

Jack, who was still scanning the web site, looked up. "Yeah, that's one of
my favorites." Then he added, "I just googled you, Davy. Davy Harper,
singer/songwriter. Five albums and a Greatest Hits."

"That was long ago, Jack. I'm out of the business for some years now."

Sunny pulled the robe away from her leg and I gawked at it, following it up
to her thigh. Even the collie seemed mesmerized by the view as he, too,
looked up. The next picture was of the two of them, both nude. Jack was
standing behind her and his cock was shielded by her body. Her legs were
crossed hiding her pussy but her tits were bared and her nipples were
large, round and pointing up.

"Listen, Sunny, I can't look at these. Thanks for your hospitality but I
think I'll be going now."

I stood up and my cock was doing an impression of a camp tent. Jack looked
up and laughed, "You're killing the poor guy, baby. Look at his pants, for
Christ's sake!"

Sunny just smiled and said, "I'm flattered." Again, I thought that she was
a bit too conceited. To Jack, she said, "Hey Jack, want to help this poor
guy out...I'm horny and I'm high...come on, Jack, let's all fuck."

"Whatever you say, baby, whatever you say."

I was shocked as her remark seemed to come out of nowhere and then I
realized that she had been coming on to me since she walked out in the
robe. She took my hand and led me to their bedroom as Jack followed behind.
Jokingly, he squeezed my ass, "You up for this, old man?"

I took a sip of my cognac, "We'll see, Jack."

In the bedroom, Jack pressed a button and the shades drew down. Sunny
slipped off her robe and stood before us wearing only a small white lace
thong. I could see that she was hairless. She twirled around in front of me
and shook her ass in my face, "Not bad for an old retired model, huh?" Oh,
Lord. I had to agree.

Jack slipped out of his clothes and stood in his boxers, "Well, what are
you waiting for?" he asked me.

I began to peel of my clothes as Sunny crawled along the bed and fished
Jack's cock out of his boxers. It must have been a good 10". It was long
and thin, tapering to a small purple helmet. Sunny sucked it into her mouth.

"That's right, baby. suck that thing. Yes, suck it good," he looked over to
me, "best cocksucker in the world, songman."

I was now down to my stretch boxers and I moved behind Sunny. She was on
all fours and her beautiful butt was up in the air in front of my eyes. I
leaned in and began to kiss it. I gave one cheek a good hickey as the
appreciatively moaned on Jack's cock. I rubbed my hands along her ass and
palmed her pussy as I nibbled on her ass. I pulled her thong to the side.
Her pussy was hot - not only warm but fucking hot, if you know what I mean.
I thought I might cum right then and there.

She pivoted around and facing me, fished my cock out of my shorts. While a
few inches smaller that Jack's, I more than made up the difference in
girth. She lipped the tip and looked up at me, "Nice dick, Davy. This will
fit nicely in my ass." How I didn't shoot right then and there, I will
never know.

I then did something I truly hate to do - I moved away from the moment. I
moved outside myself and took in the scene, in other words, I became a
spectator. I saw this tall, strong man on his knees pumping his tall and
beautiful wife. I saw her lips wrapped around my dick as I stood on the
side of the bed. I saw the grandly modern bedroom with its glitzy fixtures
and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. I saw the scene reflected. I saw Jack smiling
back at me. It was the pot blending in with my disbelief. My dick started
to wilt so I pulled myself away from her.

She rolled onto her back and I looked down on this magnificent creature. I
had a strong desire to taste her so I got onto the bed and moved to her
side. Jack continued to slide in and out with his long dick. I leaned in
and pulled her vaginal lips apart with one hand while the other moved over
her clit. I rubbed her clit up and back while maintaining my distance from
his cock.

"Ooh, I like that. I like that, Davy. Lick me."

Like I knew she wouldn't like it? Her whole demeanor cried out "Do ME!" I
leaned in closer and began to lick her nubbin gently. My tongue twirled
around it. It flicked at it. It danced on it. I sucked it in between my
lips and held it there. I breathed her in and she smelled earthy and sweaty.

"Don't stop, Davy. Jack. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming!"

She pushed her snatch up to me and applied a deeper pressure on her hard
clit. She locked her legs around Jack and he held her up by her butt
cheeks. He slid in hard and shook her but I stayed firm. I was on a mission
and my mission was to make her cum and then to get the hell out of there.
For some odd reason, I really wasn't into them. I wasn't really there but I
was and I was more than a little uncomfortable but I didn't want to let her
know.

She pressed herself into Jack and flexed her thighs. I felt her tremble and
then release...flex, tremble and release. Her hand played with my sac and
squeezed it and then, in a very powerful surge, I felt her cum. Her clit
pounded my face. Jack pulled out of her and began to shoot his cum on my
face as I buried it into her dripping hole. Her fluid dripped over my nose,
over my eyes, along my forehead and into my hair. It was warm and peaty
while Jack's hot cum hit my neck. My hands clenched her butt and I felt her
muscles soften and melt. I gently eased her down and continued to lick her
clit until she pushed my head away.

"Oh, that was good, boys. That was very good."

"Sorry, old man, sorry I shot all over you but I couldn't help it. She
squeezed it out of me."

"It's cool, man, I didn't mind. You guys are so hot, I didn't mind at all."

"Let me make you cum, Davy. I owe you a good one."

"No, Sunny, it's okay. I'm not going to cum now. Maybe I'm too tired or
maybe it's because I jerked off before. I'll just wash up." (I lied about
that but I didn't want her to feel strange and anyway, I was satisfied
enough by bringing her to orgasm.)

I went off to the bathroom to wash up and wipe off the cum from my body.
When I returned they were both under the covers. I began to dress and Jack
started to get up.

"No, stay there," I said. "I'll let myself out. I want to go back and
collapse."

"But I want you to join us in bed, Davy. Let me make you cum," she said
this through half-closed eyes as if she was almost asleep. I just knew she
didn't mean it.

"Tell you what, Sunny, when we meet in Palm Springs, I let you do me and do
me and do me. Okay? Is it a deal?"

"Okay, it's a deal and a deal is a deal."

I kissed her. I shook Jack's hand. I collected my stash and gulped down the
last of the cognac.

"See you two up the road," and I hurriedly left.

After taking Santo for a quick walk, I closed up the trailer. My mind was
rattled and exhausted. There were too many bees buzzing around inside. I
smoked a roach I had laying around and passed out for the night but I
recall lots of wacky dreams. Dreams of my past, of my ex, of all sorts of
disquieting things. I rolled around a lot that night but eventually I did
fall into a deep slumber.

I woke early and hit the road right away. After gassing up, I passed
through Amarillo and headed north to Boise City. There was no one on the
flat and straight road. Passing some grassland and windmill farms, only the
music kept me alert. An occasional sagebrush ball blew down the road as I
entered Comanche territory. I envisioned old Cowboy and Indian movies but
mostly I was Ethan Edwards searching for my little Debbie as "days passed
into weeks, the seasons turned..." I stopped at a trading post simply
because it was called "Trading Post" and that seemed propitious although
there was nothing to buy except Chinese-made trinkets. But this was not
Monument Valley, the stone outcroppings were too small and nondescript. I
kept to 287 until I reached the town of Kit Carson and stopped for lunch,
gas and a break. The sky was a riot of blue and extreme clouds exploding
and towering above. The rest stop was all dust and low bush and except for
a light breeze, the place could be best described as dreary. Even Santo
wasn't wild about his walk but thankfully he did his business. As we headed
back toward the trailer, a beat up old Ford station wagon pulled in and I
recognized the female couple from last night's hootenanny. We made our
pleasantries and I invited them in to join me at lunch.

They were a very nice pair of woman. Neither was beautiful nor even
striking but they made for good pleasant company. They brought over some
fresh chicken salad they'd picked up on the road and I made sandwiches and
cold drinks. Elaine, the black girl, was crazy over Santo and he enjoyed
her attention as well as her scratching his belly. Dorothy and I talked
about Bozeman and the book store they owned. Soon enough, we said our
goodbyes because we wanted to make our destinations as early as possible. I
rolled myself a couple of fat joints and turned back onto 287.

About an hour later, the chicken salad hit me hard and pulled off the road.
I wondered where exactly on the road they had picked it up? Was it
roadkill? Truly in the middle of nowhere, I relieved myself and prepared to
move on. I needed something to kick my ass and get rid of my malaise, as
well as the lousy taste in my mouth. The Rolling Stones and some Oreos fit
the bill. I had to get my "ya-yas" out. "Paint it Black, you Devil!" made
me smile and I was rolling down the highway again.

I called my niece in Boulder to see if I could see her that night but she
wasn't home. I left a message and then tried my musician buddies in Ft.
Collins. They had said that they would be on the road touring some Cali
clubs and one big arena date through much of the month but expected to be
back soon. I left another message. I called my old friends in Aspen and
finally someone on the other end picked up. Sally told me to forget my
other stops and head straight for their place, halfway between Woody Creek
and Snowmass. As I'd already passed the turnoff to Pueblo, I turned onto 94
near Aroya and headed toward Colorado Springs figuring I'd make my way
north through the mountains.

As I turned west, the distant mountains loomed before me like a hazy dream.
As I approached Colorado Springs, the environment became more scenic. Soon,
it bordered on magnificent. Colorado Springs was simply beautiful and the
sort of place I'd love to explore but after another walk and a break, I
decided to move along. I had a goal. And anyway, Sally had called me back
telling me that the hot tub was hot and waiting for me. I loved Sally, a
woman overflowing with enthusiasm. I picked up Rt. 24 and began my trip
northwest. I had to stop and gawk at many of the scenic views. The air was
invigorating in the higher altitude and the only way I can describe the
terrain was inspirational. The forests and fields, the lakes, creeks and
streams, the hills, the whole package worked for me. I finally got to Buena
Vista and called Sally to tell her where I was. It was late afternoon and
Stevie was home. They were both excited and told me to hurry up. "Call us
when you reach Aspen and we'll guide you in...now move your ass. We're
gonna pah-tee! And be hungry!" After another walk, a gas-up, a dumping
station and a tank refill, Santo and I headed north.

I picked up 82 near Balltown and headed into the White River Forest.
Passing herds of cattle and bison, it was difficult to take in all the
beauty of the place because the road was a son of a bitch to drive. You
really had to concentrate on it with all the switchbacks, zigs and zags.
The Who kept me pumping up the steep hills and down into the fertile vales.

"When I say I love you you say you better,
You better you better you bet,
When I say I need you you say you better,
You better you better you bet,
You better bet your life,
Or love will cut you like a knife..."

After such a boring start of the day, this was thrilling. I only wish I was
driving a sports car or a motorcycle. Crossing the Continental Divide at
Independence Pass was a perfect place to stop. The air at that altitude was
invigorating and it pumped me up. Santo responded to it, too, acting all
frisky. The snowy peaks made the scene breathtaking. Following 82 through
places with odd and desperate names, through gullies and passes seemed to
make the trip faster, although I knew at my slow speed, it was not. But
finally, I entered Aspen and let out a roar.

Stevie steered me through funky Aspen and toward their place. As I passed
Woody Creek, I pulled over and, in tribute to Hunter Thompson, I took some
deep drags on one of the joints. I felt honored to be there and I only
wished he was still alive. "I miss you, Dr. Thompson!" Ten minutes later, I
turned onto Aspen Valley Ranch Road and made my way onto Sally and
Stephen's ranch which appeared to be vast. They ran out of the house to
greet me.

I hadn't seen them in more than twenty years and it was suddenly like
yesterday to be in their presence. Santo ran around the land off leash and
as happy as a dog can be. We hugged and kissed each other as they led me
around the back of the main house. They both looked wonderful. The years
had been good to them. Their home was big and beautiful with a spectacular
view. They took me up onto the back deck. A table was set and the hot tub
was bubbling. There was a dish on the floor with some big meaty bones that
Santo immediately began to work on. Stevie went inside to heft a pitcher of
margaritas (his special blend) and some joints. Sally told me not to say a
word.

She began to unbutton my shirt and strip me down. "Don't say a thing, just
do as I tell you. Now take off your drawers and get in that tub." I did as
I was told and stark naked, I slipped into the old fashioned redwood tub.
The hot water turned my bones into jello. Stevie poured the drinks and set
them on the side of the tub. Then they, too, stripped down and joined me.

"Who's better than us?" he said as we clinked glasses.

"You two are just as amazing as you ever were, just like me, old hippies. I
feel like we're all back in college."

"I can't tell you how good it is to see you. You look great, Davy. You look
much better than the stories we heard," Sally said, "I'm so glad you're
free again. I never liked that witch you married anyway."

"Now, don't hold your tongue or anything, Sally, or I wouldn't know it was
you."

"Not my Sally," laughed Stevie, "she's still the same."

"And shall always remain. Here's to our best friend," she held her glass up
and we toasted again.

Between the tub, the crisp air and my friend's hospitality, I felt
light-headed. "And by the way, Sally, your tits are as beautiful as ever!"

"Well thank you darling, they've been well attended by your old roommate,
I'll have you know."

We talked about everything: my life, my trip, their restaurants, about
Hunter Thompson (Stevie promised to take me over to the Woody Creek
Tavern), about the setting sun and the vista before us.

"Have you been getting laid, darlin'? I have some friends coming by in a
while. They've heard so much about you they want to meet you. One of my
girlfriends even has all your old albums, she's a big fan. And knowing of
your lothario reputation (I'm not sorry, but it preceded you), I'm sure
she'll do you as soon as she gets here!"

"I promise to do the best job with the tools I've got, Sally, my love." I
told them a brief version of my adventures on the road, leaving very little
out. When I got to my previous night with Jack and Sunny, Stevie flipped
out.

"I remember him. He had a couple of great years with Golden State. I even
remember the pictures of him and his wife - what a babe. I'm not surprised
your dick died on you, they must have been an intimidating pair!"

"Well, personally, I can't believe it. Your dick was always hard, Davy. You
boys remember the acid orgy we had? Your dicks never got soft."

"Boy, do I ever remember."

"Yeah, that was my first DP. I was such a sweet little virgin!"

Stevie and I laughed, "No, you were never a sweet little virgin. You were
the instigator!"

"Yeah, well you two were easily instigated!" We did a lot of reminiscing
and laughing. It was great to be with them again. I was glad I hurried to
get there and now my body and my soul were soothed.

"I have my guitar in the RV so maybe we'll jam later. What do you say,
Stevie?"

"I'm there, dude. I even tuned my dusty old autoharp. You hungry?"

"No, not really. I had some lousy chicken salad that did a number on me.
I'm still drying out. Maybe later. Why, you?"

"No, we ate about a couple of hours ago when you called us from Balltown."

"I'm too comfortable to move right now anyway."

Santo left the bones and began licking the back of my head and my
shoulders. He was one happy fella, too. The phone rang. Sally got up to get
it and as she stepped out of the tub, Stevie and I cupped her ass cheeks.
She mock slapped us and ran into the house. She was on the phone when she
came back out and she was carrying some big towels and cotton robes.

"Ok, sweetie, we'll see you in a little while, then. Bye." She hung up the
phone. "That was my girlfriend, Amy. She's on her way over. I just know
you're going to love her, Davy. She said that Tom and Evie are on their
way, too. They should be here in a minute."

Moments later, we heard a car pull up and Tom and Evie walked onto the deck.

"Well what's goin' on here? You havin' a hippie orgy or somethin'?" Tom was
a strapping cowboy with a deep drawl. Evie was a plump brunette with
twinkling green eyes.

"I got my favorite two dicks right here...right where I want 'em," Sally
dramatically reached into the water and grasped our cocks.

"Nice way to treat your guest, you slut," said Evie smiling.

"Who you callin' 'slut', you hussy!"

"Well now, I think I'll pour some of this fairy drink you got here," said
Tom, "Hey pooch, come to big Tom...that's a good dog." He scratched Santo
behind the ears.

"You know, I have to go to the john and I also want to get some stuff out
of the trailer. So if you'll excuse me, I'll be right back."

I stood up with my ass to the group, threw on the robe and headed for the
RV with Santo at my heels. I did my business taking another dump, grabbed
the guitar case from under the bed compartment and grabbed my stash. As we
were leaving the trailer, Amy pulled up in a dark blue Jaguar. She stepped
out and gave me a long look. I was immediately taken by this beautiful
black-haired beauty, her full lips and healthy breasts stopped me cold.

"Be still my beating heart! I'd know you anywhere even in a robe. You're
just as handsome as you were on the cover of your first album, Davy Harper!"

"You must be Amy. I'm pleased to meet you...and this is Santo. That's a
very nice compliment but also a big lie. Come on back, they're all in the
hot tub."

"No kidding, where else would they be? I see you have your guitar. I think
I'm in love."

"Likewise." I felt my dick stir at the sight of this beautiful, well-built
goddess. Her long black mane cascaded over her shoulders and her full red
lips looked ripe. "Oh my God, here I go again" went through my mind.

She linked her arm in mine and we walked up onto the deck like old friends.

"Oh, look, Amy scored already! I think they're in love. Look Stevie, he's
sportin' wood!"

I must have turned red because they all laughed at me. I poured Amy a drink
and sat down to roll a couple of joints. I noticed that I had picked up the
bag with the mushrooms in it.

"Don't bother, Davy, I've already got some rolled right here. Come on back
into the tub."

"Wait a second, I have a song for my fan...and I have a surprise for all of
you, too."

I took out my guitar and checked the tuning. Then I began to play a song by
John Sebastian called "Amy's Tune." It's an instrumental and I began to
whistle the melody as I picked it out. Amy stood and watched me play and I
felt her eyes fixed upon me. When I finished, they all applauded.

"That's an old Lovin' Spoonful tune called "Amy's Tune" and it must have
been written for you. I hoped you liked it."

"Thank you, Davy. I loved it. I think I love you and I want you to know,
you can do anything to me, I won't put up a fight!"

"Like when did you ever?" Sally chimed in to their laughter.

"I'm all yours, Amy. I'm not fighting fate." I watched as Amy quickly
tossed off her clothes and spread her arms wide to me. Her breasts were a
perfect 36C or D and her landing strip was freshly trimmed. This woman was
a dream come true. "Oh my God," I said, "here I go again."

She stepped into the tub as I put my axe back into the case. I dropped my
robe and joined them. Holding out my clenched fist, I opened it to them and
said, "And these are for us!"

"Shrooms! Yea!...Davy, you are the best!...My man!" There weren't a whole
lot of them but we all took some and moments later, we were passing joints
around the tub. Amy was snuggled up alongside of me and her breasts felt
great resting on my arm. The sky was dark by now and a big bowl of stars,
Santo was chewing on a bone and all was well with the world.

"Will you stay for a few days? Please say yes." asked Amy.

"Shit, I may never leave. I can't ever remember a welcome like this."

She smiled. "I'm sorry if I'm acting like a silly fan but I feel very
comfortable with you. Considering all I've heard about you over the years,
I feel like I know you."

Stevie added, "When I first met Amy, she was humming one of your songs. I
told her that we were best friends for a long time and that I played on
that song. She didn't believe me. She thought I was coming on to her."

"Both could be true," needled Sally.

"I got home and pulled out your LPs and damn, there was his name! I was
very impressed. After that, I squeezed as many stories out of them as I
could. I followed you through all the divorce stories and all that."

"There were stories about my divorce? I didn't know that. I'm surprised."

"I think her lawyer was feeding the press...but they were sympathetic for
you. Rolling Stone ran a very sympathetic piece," said Stevie.

"News to me."

The conversation was fun and uninhibited. Within a few minutes, everything
seemed funny again, too, as another wave came on. That's the good thing
about mushrooms. They come on in waves of laughter until your eyes hurt and
then it passes for a while until another wave hits. Things that aren't
particularly amusing became hysterically funny.

"So Davy was telling us earlier about a sex resort he stopped at in
Missouri with a lesbo couple he picked up on the road."

Laughter.

"It's true. I more sex that night than I'd had in years."

Laughter.

"Did you save some for me?" Amy was now wrapped around me. I leaned over
and kissed her nipple which was floating just above the bubbling water.

"What do you think?"

Laughter.

It went on like this for a couple of hours. We eventually got out of the
tub and sat at the table to pick on some sliced duck and rasperries with a
fruity Pinot Noir. Sitting around in our robes, I listened to their very
informal conversation between peals of laughter. It got a bit chilly so we
moved indoors. Amy sat on the couch cuddled up next to me. During one of
our mushroom ebbs, Stevie got out his autoharp and we began to play
together just like old times. Amy jumped up and said, "Damn, I almost
forgot! I'll be right back!"

She ran out to her car and returned with several of my old records. I
hadn't seen them in years and it really took me back. "Will you autograph
these for me, Davy?"

I felt embarrassed and amazed. "Holy shit. It's been years since I signed
anything that didn't cost me money."

Sally got a Sharpie pen and I proceeded to sign each one. I felt like a
million bucks. I handed her the albums and she squealed like a teen-aged
fan.

"Davy, you are the best. You deserve this." She held her breasts in her
hands and pressed my face between them. I pretended to try to protest but
it was all for laughs...which again were plentiful. Amy put the albums down
on the coffee table and then sat down on my lap. We proceeded to suck face
and swap spit. My dick was as hard as it gets - like fresh cut timber - and
she rubbed her hand over it.

"Hey you two, cut that out. We can't see what you're doin'!"

More laughter.

Tom stood up and opened his robe, his dick was standing at attention. "This
ain't fair! Com'n Evie, let's go home and fuck.!"

Evie stood up and opened her robe, I hadn't noticed her big black bush
under a small spare tire before but now, there it was. "Come on, Cowboy!
Take me home and gimme one of yer famous cowpokes!"

Gales of laughter.

Tom walked over to the bar and took a shot of Wild Turkey. He grabbed their
clothes. They bowed to us and walked out the door. We could hear Evie
laughing as Tom yelled, "You'll get the robes back tomorrow!" It was very
funny - at least to our drug-addled group.

Sally said, "Hey, you two, you have a choice. Join us in bed for an
old-fashioned fuckfest or go to the guest room and fuck your brains out or
stay here and let us watch!"

"I know you like to watch, Sal, but I want him all to myself tonight. This
rock star is all mine all night. Tonight, I'm out of my mind. I'm out of
control! I'm star-fucking!"

"Just lead me on, Amy. I could eat you up."

"Be still my heart," she sighed.

We sat around giggling for another fifteen minutes or so until Amy got up
and took my hand. Santo was sprawled out on the floor snoring. I knew I was
one lucky bastard.

Stephen looked at me and echoed my thoughts, "You are one lucky bastard.
You owe me, Davy."

"Fuck you," said Sally, "he owes me!"

We walked into the guest room, arm in arm and giggling like teens. Amy
turned to me and dropped her robe. Her statuesque body made me feel like a
kid in a candy store.

"You see these breasts? They're yours, Davy. What do you want to do to
them?"

"I want to make them happy, Amy." I took her globes in my hands and I
caressed them. I placed my lips in her cleavage and I worshiped them. As I
nuzzled them, I ran my hands down her bodacious body and cupped her tush.
My lips tasted her large round areolas and I sucked her large nipples,
first the left and then the right. She pushed my robe off and pulled me
into her chest. She ran her hands through my hair. I looked up and kissed
her and it was a wonderful kiss. I slowly pulled her to the bed and we lay
together kissing and feeling each others heat.

"I want to kiss all of you...just like your song." She began to sing very
quietly and intimately in my ear.

"Is there a place where we're alone,
Let's turn off the phone and just kiss,
Is there a part of you I missed,
Show me and let's just kiss..."

I hadn't thought of that song in many years. I wrote it for my ex-wife and
I meant it then. Suddenly, hearing it sung to me by a voluptuous woman I'd
only know for a few hours, it meant something new and wonderful to me. It
was humbling.

Our kisses were soft and tender. They were very soulful. Our mating had
become something more than just fucking, it was emotional and I was not
afraid of truly becoming intimate with someone again. I had finally crossed
that threshold. I kissed her neck and her earlobes. Our bodies slid along
each other as we gave each other little kisses, then little nibbles and
then deep tongue. I felt her chest heave and those large, lovely breasts
crushed against the hair on my chest. I squeezed her tush and felt her
hairless vagina seek out my penis. It found its way between her thighs and
I felt her grip me. She spread herself and I fell right into her warm and
wet nether lips. I pushed myself deep inside her and she pulled me deeper.
We rocked back and forth as our kisses became more turbulent and demanding.
She hugged me as our legs entwined, Our movements were subtle but our
kisses were not. I rolled atop of her and ground my pubes around her clit.
We pushed and pulled against each other in a slow dance. She began to
tremble and then broke into a sweat. Her breasts were damp and her body was
moist all over. Her scent pervaded my every pore and I was lost, within and
without. There was something very different about this woman and I liked it
a lot.

She whispered that I was making her hot, that she was so turned on, she
said she could not control herself and that we felt so natural together. I
wanted to come inside her and my strokes became longer, deeper while
remaining slow and sensual. I wanted to cum but I wanted this to last
forever. I felt her vagina begin to flood around my cock, her muscles
squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Our tongues played
against each other and I couldn't think of anything but her, I was so "in
the moment" that I was taken by surprise when her breathing increased and
her fucking became deeper still. She moved her cheek to mine and panted in
my ear. She pushed against me and I could not penetrate her any further. I
felt her vaginal walls contracting and almost vibrating against my rock
hard penis.

"Oh...uh-uh-uh-uh...ssssss...uh-uh-uh...oh...ah-ah-aah...aaaaaaah." Her
orgasm was so fulfilling and real that I lost it and began to shoot my
cream into her as she squeezed and held my cock within her. We were cumming
together. We held each other so tightly that we melded. Our asses shook as
we let go. We were now both bathed in sweat and staring in each others
eyes. We lay quietly in this position for some long and quiet minutes.
Finally, we began to kiss again as soulfully as we knew how.

"Amy, I think that was the best orgasm I have ever had."

"Davy, I think you're right. That was way beyond good - that was super."

We both started to say, "I've never felt..." and then stopped and giggled.
I wrapped the covers over us as we lay together.

"Do you realize how long we did that?" she asked. "We've been fucking...no,
we've been making love for nearly an hour."

"And I loved every moment. I feel like it was my first time. You feel so
right...and I'm just warming up. I want to kiss all of you. I don't want to
miss any part of you"

"Mmmmm...and I do, too. I like that we're so clammy. I love your smell. I
don't want to move."

We were curled up, glued to each other. Whispering little things to each
other, I felt love wash over me. If two can fall in love so instantly, I
believe we had.

"I know nothing about you and yet I know everything about you. I don't know
that I've ever felt this way before, but I think I love you, Davy Harper.
Honestly, I think I do. We just did something amazing."

"It frightens me to use that word, Amy, but I know what you mean. I am far
more comfortable with you than anyone I have ever known. I want to be as
intimate with you as two people can possibly be. If I can fall in love
again, I want to fall in love with you."

I can't believe I said that but it came from someplace very deep. I smiled
at Amy and looked into her eyes. She closed them and I kissed her lids and
then we both fell asleep, a very satisfying sleep.

I awoke a few hours later and realized that neither of us had moved an
inch. I disentangled to go take a leak and she mumbled, "noooooo." I
whispered that I'd be right back. As I stood over the bowl and peed, I
could smell her all over me and I loved her scent. When I returned, she was
still all curled up. I got under the covers and began to softly stroke her.
She rolled over and we spooned. I ran my hands over her and felt the
overwhelming desire to eat her. I changed position and moved my head to her
butt. I began to softly kiss it.

I placed my hands along her cheeks and spread them slightly apart as my
tongue slid down her check. When I reached her pucker, I began to rim it
and felt her sphincter respond. I jabbed my tongue in and out a few times
and continued my travels downward. I licked and circled her taint and took
long licks from her rear hole to her pussy. I drank in her pussy and buried
my face in it. She spread her legs apart giving me more access. My mouth
was licking around it as my nose ribbed her clit. I repositioned myself for
even further access and I felt her lips engulf my cock. Her vagina had a
sweet nectar, her scent was also mild, sweet,very fragrant, and a little
salty from my dried cum.

She kissed the head of my cock but I gently pushed her away saying, "No,
this is for you. I want to worship you and your beautiful body. I want to
drink in your soul. This is for you." She moaned appreciatively and lay
back on the pillow.

I continued to slurp away at her trying to burrow as deeply as I could. I
rubbed her vulva with my hand and inserted one finger into her as I sucked
on her clit. I licked my way back down into her vagina and used my palm to
rub her clit. I repeated this motion several times until she held my head
so I could kiss and suckle her and breathe her into me. She began to shake
and arch her pelvis. Suddenly she was rocking up and down faster and faster
until I received the strong, gushing flow of her orgasm. She lay quietly
and caught her breath.

"Your cock is mine now. I want to drink your cum." She began to blow me
like I'd never been blown. Her adept oral skills were obvious as she
twisted my stem with her hand, up and back to my nuts, up and back. Her
sucking on my head was combined with sliding her tongue around it and
licking the vein on the underside. Her tongue jabbed at my piss hole while
one finger rubbed between my testicles and caressed the area below. Her
fingernail scratched at my sphincter and I started to pulse. She slowly
sucked me deeper into her mouth until she was down to my pubes. She slid up
and down several times and when she inserted her finger into my ass It was
then that I erupted. She backed off and sucked out my jizz from the head, I
shot again this time more forcefully, and then again. As I lay their
squeezing out my cum, I now pushed her head away as my penis became
sensitive. She pulled her head away and crawled around to my face where she
planted her lips upon mine. She hadn't swallowed all of it and some dripped
down her chin. She kissed me hard and we snowballed my cum back and forth
between our mouths. I licked my cum off her chin and fed it to her. She
licked my moustache and my beard tasting her own juice. We kissed each
other as our bodies entwined for a long time.

"I love the way you kiss me...You're the best kisser I've ever known...I
can't remember the last good kisser...you didn't mind your cum either, I
liked that...it tastes so sweet to me."

"I'm lost in you," I said. Your orgasm was also so sweet to me washing my
face...I can smell you on my moustache...this is the best sex I've had in
years, too."

"Maybe I taste sweet because I have no children."

"...and I had a vasectomy so my grapes are seedless."

We giggled at this and curled into each other. After a few minutes, we fell
asleep again.

We were awakened by Sally and Stevie. It was light out when they came
barging into the room. Sally had her little point-and-shoot and was taking
pictures of us lying naked and grinning.

"So, was it good?", she asked.

Stevie walked over to me and lifted my dick up. It was limp. He dropped it
and it flopped over. He did this a couple of times and each time had the
same result. "Look, Sally, he couldn't possibly get it up again."

Amy and I chimed in together, "Wanna bet?" and laughed.

"Yeah, sure...waddya wanna bet?", Sally gibed, "lunch? dinner? Come on, big
mouth."

Stevie sat down on the bed and lit a joint. Amy stuffed two pillows under
my head just high enough so I could watch as well as toke on the joint.

"This boy is a great fucker and his cock is mine. I love this cock and I
can make it dance. If he'll let me, I'll bet my pussy on it."

"You're on, girlfriend."

I protested, crying out that her pussy was all mine. She smiled back at me
and nodded in agreement.

Amy looked over at Sally and said, "I may have a big mouth but it's a damn
good mouth. Just enjoy, Davy, because I will."

Amy sat between my legs and began to gently stroke my dick, dancing her
fingers around the head. After about a minute, I started to get hard. Sally
sat to the side and watched. Occasionally, Amy put it between her lips and
gently sucked on it. Sally was touching her wispy blond pubes and
occasionally snapping pictures. When I was hard enough, Amy got on top of
me in a reverse cowgirl and began to squeeze my cock in her sugar walls. I
passed the joint back to Stevie as Amy leaned back on me and I held her
breasts and firmly but gently fondled them. With one hand, Stevie played
with my nuts and I let out an audible groan. Amy was riding me like a
mustang, her ass bouncing up and down.

"Oh, that cock feels so good...come on, champ, show 'em how you can shoot."

Sally handed the camera to Stevie and then leaned down to flick her tongue
along Amy's crack and down to my nuts. Amy groaned as I began to buck
against her, pushing her higher and lower along my dick.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum, Davy. I want her to see you cum. I want
pictures to frig myself with."

We  went on like this for several minutes until Amy jumped off me and
spread her legs over my face. We were in a tight 69 and she sucked me hard.
Stevie and Sally leaned in and began to lick and slurp on my cock, too. I
gasped.

"Here it comes," she said, getting up on her arms and pushing her sweet
beaver down on my tongue. I began to shoot volleys into the air as Stevie
snapped away. I was rewarded with another gushing orgasm on my face. Amy
collapsed on me.

I caught my breath and said, "And I could do that again. I am in awe of
this woman."

Sally licked of my dick and cleaned it, kissing Amy, too. Then she hopped
over her and sat on Stevie's dick, "Let's show 'em how its done,
studmuffin." They started to fuck in earnest but it seemed that Stevie was
having a difficult time of it. I rolled away from Amy and placed my head
between Sally's thighs. I began to lick her clit and Stevie's dick. Amy
snapped some pictures and then stood up on the bed straddling Stevie's
face. That seemed to do the trick as Stevie began to come into his wife.
His cum dripped out of her pussy and onto me. I moved up to Sally's clit
and in rapid-fire movements gave it a good tongue lashing.

"Ugh...ugh...yes...uh-uh-uh...I'm coming...don't stop, Davy...don't stop,
faster"

She came and she came hard. As she pumped on Stevie's softening cock, it
popped out of her and her puss let out a fart. And then she fell over on
the bed.

"Nice work, ace," said Amy as she shook my hand. I sat up and she sat
inside me with my arms wrapped around her.

"Oh that was good," Sally mumbled, "that's how we start the day around
here."

We laughed at her as we all sat quietly, visibly spent. Stevie rubbed my
shoulder and I was brought back to our halcyon days in college when the
three of us could fuck all night and into the morning. "Just like old
times," he said.

"Yeah, but I don't want to see those pictures on YouTube!"

"Nope, Davy. Those are for me to diddle myself with. But now I'm gonna put
together some breakfast, that is, if I can move my legs. Stevie, you set up
those pictures on the computer."

Amy said, "Come on, my lover man, let's shower."

"Ok - but don't start fuckin' again or breakfast will get cold."

Amy and I showered and washed each other and it was all I could do from
fucking her again. While I soaped her back and shoulders, she wrapped her
leg around me and peed. I was surprised as I felt her warm pee travel down
my leg and it felt good and a very intimate act. While she soaped my back,
I began to pee against the shower wall and she held my dick for me.

"Come on, you two. Breakfast is ready."

We toweled off and joined them in the kitchen where pancakes, sausages and
coffee were waiting.

"We have a long day today," Said Stevie. "Being it's Sunday, we're gonna
stop at the restaurants to pick up the receipts. We'll give you the guided
tour and we'll stop at the Woody Creek Tavern, too."

"Cool," I said," I'd like..."

"...to fuck again," Amy cut me off, "and you will. But first you're going
to sing to me."

"I'll always sing to you, Amy."

Santo happily scarfed up the leftovers as I went off to get my axe.

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