Scorpio Madness - Part 2

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We had just gotten back onto the road and started rolling when it became
clear that we had a small problem.

``Oh, rats. I'm starting to lose power. My car always does this when the
air-conny is run for a long time.''

``God Rick, it's gonna be hot...but that's okay. Turn it off; I can make
adjustments.''

No question about it. Rikki was a `can-do' sort of woman.

Off came her tee-shirt. My eyes feasted themselves for the first time on the
revelation of her generous torso. She encouraged me by unbuttoning her
jeans, which were probably uncomfortably tight after the large meal. Rikki
was gleeful, as if she had been waiting for an excuse to tease me with her
ripe delights.

``MMmm..._you're_ a sight for sore eyes!''

``You really do like plump women, don't you?'' she grinned.

``Not as much as you like taking your clothes off!''

I joined her, doffing my tee-shirt.

``Nice pecs dude, but you still gotta work on those abdominals,'' she
teased, running her hand lightly down my chest.

``Okay, but _later_ for that! Why don't you hand me one of those brownies in
that plastic thing?''

I figured I'd defer her gratification for a moment or two, but I was wrong.
Rikki liked food almost as must as sex. She also enjoyed them both in
combination.

``YUMmm...God Rick, they're DEE-licious! You put bananas in 'em! They're so
gooey and chocolatey...wannabite?''

``NO! I want you to eat 'em all up and not give me any!''

Sometimes we get what we wish for in unexpected ways.

Rikki leaned over and kissed me with a full mouthful. She angled her head so
I could see the road and pressed a large glob of the partially-eaten
sinfully-rich substance between my lips by way of a kiss. She was right, it
_was_ tasty. So was her tongue as she began to run it over my nipples as I
chewed.

``You libidinous deity? Are-est thou horny again?''

Another provocative question received its poignant response as she began to
play with my stiffening maleness with one hand.

Her other hand was busy acquiring another brownie, which she shared with me
in her usual novel manner. This time she squeezed it out of her mouth too
quickly and we had to lick each other's lips clean as my right hand began to
play between her thighs.

But then she suddenly moved back to the other side of the car and
straightened out her legs.

``Honey, you can't take your jeans off here. We'll get arrested!''

``You silly spoil-sport. No we won't!'' It was the first time I'd ever seen
Rikki pout. I must say she looked awfully cute.

``Okay...if you keep your panties on. I guess it's no more illegal than a
thong bikini.''

And that was exactly what her panties looked like. They must have been a
size too small to begin with, and the wetness had made them especially
tight. But then again, there was nothing unusual about that--I'm sure her
lucky panties spent most of their lives soaking in her sexy juices.

Within a couple of seconds Rikki's expert fingers had my fly open and my
carnivorous cucumber popped out, freshly adorned with a clear drop of pearly
pre-cum. The sticky fluid seemed to be of varying viscosity. Some of it
ended up on her chin and the rest stretched between us in a thin strand.

Rikki licked it off my throbbing head with a suppressed giggle and suddenly
kissed me with her smiling mouth.

``Hey Honey did you bring the champagne?''

``Three bottles in the back for our succulent, lascivious pleasure, you
Sticky.''

We both laughed. Pet or endearing names were a source of constant amusement
with us. It had started one day when we were having phone sex and she had
called me `Rick-Dick.' I answered by referring to her as `Rikki-sticky.' Or
just `Sticky' when I wanted to equate her with her pussy.

Rikki slid down her panties and started fingering herself.

``Hey, keep your seat belt on...we're not there _yet_!'', I protested in
mock horror.

She drew herself up on her haunches so I could really smell her flowing
fluids and inserted a slimy finger in my mouth. I licked it clean.

Who could argue with her delicious flavor? But I had to keep my hands on the
wheel because I'd dallied in the left lane and a semi was passing me on the
right.

I could see all three trailers wiggling languidly in the wind through my
rear view mirror when the cab was right next to my car. As an enormous pull
from the cross-draft was capturing my full attention, I suddenly leapt
halfway out of my seat.

<<*HONK!*

Rikki jumped too, but recovered her composure quickly enough to turn around
and blow the driver a kiss through her open window.

A second blast was augmented by an enthusiastically-waved baseball cap. He
must have had an excellent view of her fat naked butt above the soaking
panties rolled halfway down her generous thighs.

As the last trailer receded into the distance I noticed Rikki leaning over
the seat and rifling through the hastily-arranged cargo. Since we'd already
shared several brownies, there was no doubt about what attracted her
attention.

``You _don't_ want to drink _that_. It's warm!''

``Oh, who cares? The best liquids in life are warm!''

It was very difficult to argue with Rikki when she had her mind set on
something, but I figured a further attempt was in order.

``And besides, you can't have an open container in this state!''

Too late. We were slated to break the stated state statute.

While jeering ``Boy scout! Boy scout!'' Rikki had torn the foil off the top
of one of the bottles in one smooth motion. Evidently she was very familiar
with the process.

I had to make one last try to stop her as she deftly twirled the confining
steel wire to expose the knobby white head.

``F'god's sakes, it's warm and it will...''

<<POP!!

The cap whizzed past my head, ricocheting off the left rear passenger window
and buried itself somewhere in the back seat.

<ssshhhsshhshsss...

Rikki had placed her mouth over the bottle to prevent the inevitable
explosion of warm froth.

But the force was too much for her to contain. Jets of the white foaming
substance creased from her full red lips. They went in several
directions--one careened into the dashboard, still others towards the back
seat--and the rest cascaded over her almost-naked body. The bottle was a
fountain in heat.

Rikki's face, bra, and panties were drenched immediately. Still more of the
excess elixir was trickling over the ample curves of her well-padded torso.

I could see it dribbling between her full thighs and wetting the car seat
below. Small clear droplets of the bubbling wine adorned her regal crown of
brown hair like the jewels of Windsor.

Fortunately I was covered with only a light spray of the pungent substance,
which was a very lucky thing. I didn't want to check into the motel or
encounter the law with the delicate fruity odor of freshly-spewed warm
champagne all over me.

Rikki was laughing her head off, but I was not in the least bit amused. Not
only would my car reek of the smell for days to come, but the diversion had
sent us onto the shoulder and I had to react quickly to keep us on course.

Despite the hair-raining circumstances, she couldn't seem to stop giggling.
I guess I also found it a little humorous, but someone had to be supporting
the Cause of Sanity.

``Sweetheart, you are absolutely *nuts*!''

``Not that crazy, Dear! We're only a few miles away...we'll be there in no
time. Besides, weren't you kind of hot?... Gosh! I'm _sticky_!''

She laughed mischievously and slowly raised my arm. I could feel her soft
tongue greedily lapping up the sweat. Then she lowered my arm and slowly
seesawed her tongue in and out of my armpit, just as I had done to her
earlier before I'd sucked her pussy in the park.

Then Rikki slid her panties completely off and threw them on the dashboard.

The soaking fabric had absorbed a lot of frothy champagne along with her
flowing juices, and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the
visibly-wet look and fragrant smell just a few inches from my nose.

Unfortunately I hadn't been paying attention to the speed. I automatically
glanced in the rear-view mirror and applied the brakes. Thank goodness no
one was immediately in back of me. There was only one other vehicle on the
road way behind us. It was going even faster than I was. A lot faster.

The sinister flashing multicolored orb glimmered effulgently in the
brilliant overflowing brightness of the setting summer sun.

Even Rikki stopped pinching her wine-dark nipples when the sirens began to
wail. My mind raced through the possibilities, but there isn't much choice
when one is effectively strapped to the steering wheel. I consoled myself
with the thought that perhaps even Odysseus would have been a little
disconcerted.

``JEE-zus, Rikki!! Willya plEEZ getyer clothes back on?!''

Sorry--I'm no mythical superhero--and the odor in the car was nothing if not
compromising. How in the hell was I going to get out of this with a whole
skin?

The last thing I needed was to have Rikki sitting there practically
stark-naked right next to me like some kind of buxom Buddha, giggling
helplessly with her fat breasts dripping over the rolled-down
champagne-soaked bra.

Besides, I had to get my shorts back on and attend to my own fly. A quick
glance in the mirror to comb my hair revealed a burly cop strutting in our
direction, bandying a long thick flashlight between the fingers of one hairy
hand. The much more menacing clipboard was raised in the other.

I had a clear view of the death warrant's carbon paper fluttering carelessly
in the breeze, proud as Old Glory.

He leaned over the window and glowered at both of us. The smell of champagne
lingered in the air, mixed with an undertone of Rikki's pussy juice. I
thought I saw him repress a smile and replace it with a much more
intimidating expression.

Rikki had only managed to get her jeans and bra back on. She had cleaned up
her attitude, but her attire was stained in a few places and dripping in
others.

It was one of those moments when an explanation would have spoiled the mood.

``Your LICENSE.''

I produced the required plastic card and proffered proof of insurance with
an appropriately somber expression.

As the warm wind blew in from Rikki's open window, I was initially grateful
for the breeze which cooled the perspiration beading on my brow and under my
armpits.

Until I realized that the cop must have gotten a big whiff of champagne as a
result. The bottle was lying right next to Rikki.

He saw it, we knew he saw it, and he knew we knew he saw it.

``Yew stay right where you are--don't move a muscle!'', he bellowed, deftly
thrusting a hairy forearm right in front of my nose and practically stabbing
Rikki in the eye with an outstretched forefinger. He seemed to be looking at
her moist breasts and full thighs, not at her poker face.

``...and _yew_ get outta the car!''

``Yessir'', I said in a low voice. I wanted to make it clear that I was
compliant without openly kissing his ass.

``Git yer hands on the side!'' I spread-eagled demurely and he patted me
down quickly. There wasn't much I could have concealed. Then he went through
my wallet and thoroughly inspected the contents.

Fortunately I'd learned long ago never to carry anything there. But I did
rather regret having a couple of joints carefully rolled up inside a pair of
socks in my locked suitcase.

`Officer Hardass' (as I'd started calling him in my mind) seemed almost
annoyed that I had nothing incriminating in my wallet. I knew that the
slightest display of sanguinity on my part could result in my face being
shoved into the gravel, so I remained perfectly expressionless.

He surprised me by thrusting his nose in my face and almost spitting at me,
military-style: ``How much have you had to drink??!''

``Nothing, officer...*I* opened it even though he told me it was against the
law!'', Rikki ejaculated, leaning out the driver's window. She still hadn't
put on her tee-shirt and her chest was pressed up against the door.

``Keep quiet lady...and stay where you are like I tolja!'' barked Officer
Hardass in response.

``Yew LYIN' to me, Mister?'' This time he really was close enough to spray
his spit in my face. I finally got it. Copper was smelling my breath. He
glared at me for a second or two and strutted back to his car. A fierce
parting look was enough to assure our continued docility.

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It wasn't more than a couple of minutes before we were greeted by the return
of civilization's foundation personified. He came complete with clipboard
and what I assumed was the valuable revelation that my car registration and
license weren't faked, and that I wasn't wanted in a dozen states for
axe-murdering widows and orphans.

I must have stared blankly at his furious expression for a long five seconds
before he began to snarl, angrily waving the bureaucratic ordnance
dangerously close to my face.

``Yew know whut? You _are_ a _stewpid_ _FFFuck_! You know that?!''

``Yes sir. I should not have let her open it. But I wasn't going--''

``Shuttup! Now git back into your car and pour out thet bottle!!''

No question about it. I was going to get a ticket, but at least I wasn't
going to need a plastic surgeon. After I emptied the receptacle he jammed
his nose right back into the car again, like an unwelcome grizzly probing an
open tent-flap.

``Yew know the only reason I'm _not_ gonna to give you a citation is because
I got way too much goddamned paperwork. But if I _ever_ catch yew messin'
'round here like this again I'm gonna *KICK* YERRR ASS. Got it?''

``Yes, sir. Thank you.'' It was impossible to repress a small smile.

All of a sudden his forearm was also in the car. Right in front of me.

Before I knew it, he'd snatched Rikki's pungent panties from the dashboard
and whisked them out the wide-open window.

Again, the glare.

``And if you *ever* report _this_, *that* ticket is going to be discovered
in the bottom of my drawer. It says you failed a field sobriety test.''

Somehow we both managed to avoid laughing out loud at the sight of the burly
cop strutting back to his car with the elegant clipboard in one hand and
Rikki's messy panties in the other.

A `thin blue line' indeed.

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``I'm sorry Honey...I'll try to be a little more careful next time.''

``Shit Rikki, I'm so glad we're white! And thank goodness he was kinky. An
open-container ticket would have jacked up my rates like crazy. Let alone
what my _wife_ would have said....Sweetheart, you *really* have to learn to
follow the rules in a case like this!''

``Well, I know the cops around here often give people breaks on tickets.
I've gotten out of one before.''

I was astonished, but I believed her. It was just like Rikki to put herself
into a situation in which she got stopped and end up with something other
than a ticket for her trouble.

She stretched her sweaty tee-shirt over her full torso. It was as if two big
grapefruits and a small watermelon were battling one another for space in
the same overtaxed plastic bag.

As I was ogling the Good Earth's Delights, I realized that I had missed some
aspects of her Worldly Nature during my close brush with Insurance Hell.

Evidently Rikki had not been able to pull her jeans up in time. Or perhaps
they were just too tight. The stained crotch was partly unbuttoned.

Some of Rikki's bushy pussy hairs boldly displayed a few tiny tell-tale
droplets of cum and champagne, though most had dripped onto the visible
portion of her round thighs and pudgy jelly roll. No wonder the law was
a-lookin'.

As the adrenaline began to subside I realized that it was going to be
absolutely fabulous to go to bed with this lasciviously fleshy,
hedonistically sexy, and superlatively sensuous sassy Goddess. Rikki was way
out of control and I had a ticket to ride.

What I couldn't understand is why the sign I could only dimly make out ahead
appeared to say something like ``69 Motel''.

``Look Rick-Dick! It's our "motel sixty-nine"!'' Rikki gurgled, playfully
licking my nose as she kissed me.

As it came into focus, I realized that the ancient sign had once marked the
"Route 66 Motel," but the second digit had become partly unhinged, as if to
express solidarity with our own condition. What a place to get your kicks.

``_Now_ I know why you always come here!'' I laughed, wishing to high heaven
that I had brought my camera.

``No, Dear, actually I cum here because it's far enough from where I live
that I don't worry about anyone recognizing me. The numbering went loose
about a month ago and the joke is that they put one pillow at each end of
their double beds!''

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``Did you bring the plastic cover and the sheets, Mr. Hard Cock?''

``Of course! Did you bring your toys, Ms. Sticky Pussy?''

By way of response, she unzipped her bag and pulled out two impressive
dildos. One was a white rubber U-shaped wonder. Half of it was long and thin
and the other portion was shorter and thicker, with a big knob at the top.
Knowing Rikki, she probably used it in both orientations.

Our other instrument of sexstasy was a huge-veined twin black pleaser, both
ends of which were identically crowned with fat dickheads. I'd never used a
double-dildo before, but I had no doubt that I was going to learn when she
produced a small bottle of massage oil.

``It's edible!'' she grinned, mischievously lathering a little on the soft
expanse of her underarm and greedily licking it off.

I started helping Rikki with the sheets, but she glanced at the other
champagne bottles and I wordlessly departed in search of ice. Anyone would
think we could read one another's minds.

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I returned to find her putting the last of the cotton sheets I'd brought on
the bed. Champagne bucketed, I unlocked my suitcase and tossed one of the
carefully-concealed joints in the ashtray. Fire was provided, inscribed with
the timeless motto: ``For Our Matchless Friends.''

Rikki had evidently decided that wearing her tee-shirt was no longer
necessary. Her bare tummy rolled over the top of the painted-on jeans. I
guess she must have enjoyed wearing the stained bra in order to titillate
any unwary souls who might have been innocently passing by the partly-ajar
door.

``We're in luck. They already had plastic covers on the bed, so I only had
to put on the regular sheets.''

``Really, honey? Are you _sure_ they didn't know you were cuming?'' I
teased, while removing my shirt.

``And cuming and cumming!'' she laughed.

[Image]Rikki was standing right in front of the large mirror on a
       portable-wardrobe-like structure near the bed. There was a similar
one on the other side with its door open and I mentally thanked her for
hanging up my suit. It did seem a bit odd that there were two.

Rikki licked her full lips slowly with her long tongue and eased one hand
down her pants. She peeled them off to the middle of her strong thighs. A
fresh pair of tight lacy bikini panties was being put to good use.

Her fingers were digging under the intricate surface with some difficulty.
The panties must have been two sizes too small and appeared to be painted
onto her bulging crotch. I could just barely see the straps buried in her
well-padded middle.

Rikki and I both stared at her ripe contours in the mirror as she began
breathing a little harder. I came up next to her and licked behind her ear.

As she began to inhale more rapidly I moved my tongue over the outer edges
of her ear and eased her jeans down to her knees. Then I started squeezing
handfuls of her soft inner thigh flesh while I dug into the back of the
impossibly tight moistening undergarment.

I was getting ready to thrust my tongue all the way inside her ear and my
middle finger deep into her slowly undulating anus when she surprised me by
reaching over to the nightstand.

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I thought she was looking for one of the dildos or the massage oil but her
objective was something else entirely. Rikki grabbed the warm vanilla shake
she had ordered almost an hour ago.

I can remember thinking that her appetite was beyond belief.

``I've always wanted to do this,'' Rikki gushed, holding the straw between
her lips. I don't know how much was left, but I could hear the sound of
bubbling as she sucked in a mouthful.

Her dimples vanished while her cheeks bulged out and she tilted her head
back. It seemed as if she was about to swallow it, but she didn't.

As I my questioning eyes engulfed her, Rikki looked at me and mumbled ``Waff
me!'' before she turned to admire her image in the mirror.

Then she let the warm milky goo erupt over her bottom lip.

She was flexing her tongue to get it to ooze out in all directions over her
mouth. Much of the viscous liquid flowed down her soft chin and solid neck
in thick white streams.

The rest dripped onto her chest, pooling in the recesses behind the melons.
I gently freed her prisoners so we could watch while her large dark aureoles
vanished behind the soft white curtain. Only the erect nipples remained
visible to mark the center of her rich breasts.

Rikki finished off the shake with a loud slurp and did it again.

Soon rivers of the froth were rolling down her fleshy torso. Some of it was
trapped in the cute little creases of flesh in her succulent tummy and a
small amount had gathered in her generous navel.

I helped her by pulling off her jeans. She inserted her thumb into the
elastic to ease the tight panties away from her mound.

A huge glob of the creamy white lava began to lazily ooze downstream, slowly
engulfing her curled dark mat.

She was massaging the sticky fluid into her breasts with the other hand and
letting it splurt between her fingers.

Then Rikki started rubbing the slimy liquid into my bare chest as I began to
lick it off her soft neck, nipping and kissing along the way.

As I moved down to clean the inside of her sweaty upper arms and tease the
nipples on Rikki's milkshake-smeared breasts, she started masturbating both
of us. I could feel the juices from her fingers lubricating my rock-hard
dick.

I watched her work the messy stuff deep into her thirsty pussy. She was
still staring at both of us in the mirror as I started fingering her asshole
from outside her bikini panties, heedless of the possibility that the
too-tight cumwear would tear from the abuse.

I guess I should have been more careful. Although I could feel the lace
ripping, the whole thing happened so fast I couldn't stop it.

In a flash my index finger was inside the panties and instantly plunged deep
into Rikki's anus.

She was squirming back and forth on it as I gently bit her nipples. I
remember thinking that I didn't want to her cum quite yet when she surprised
me by letting out a long low moan.

A drop of sweat poured down her cheek as I instinctively licked it off and
worked two fingers up her asshole. Then a third. I was pretty close to
fisting her as she undulated from left to right and then back and forth,
faster and faster.

My mouth was pressed between her heaving breasts and belly. As she moved
away from me I buried my tongue in the crevice between her upper and lower
tummies. When she moved closer I licked underneath her breasts and tickled
her erect nipples with my nose.

Rikki let go of my dick and bent over double as she came, taking all but my
thumb into her anus. I was grabbing and squeezing her fat sticky breasts.
She was whimpering as the shudders of her ecstasy ceased to possess her
helplessly jiggling flesh.

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