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  Scorpio Madness, ch. 2 of 8 (mff, FA, w/s, light b/d, cons)
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           by Green Onions (an434987@anon.penet.fi)


 Fortunately the sound we heard was only the curious dog we'd
 seen playing in the meadow.  But where there are dogs there are
 often people, and Rikki blushed a deep red.  
 
 Up went her jeans in a flash.  They fit tightly enough for me to
 admire the soft surfaces where her pudgy tummy and full thighs
 enjoyed an amicable acquaintance.  The animal was clearly
 friendly and I had to move him out of the way when he suddenly
 shoved his snout into her snatch.  He put it right back again.

 ``At least he has good taste!'' she laughed, good-naturedly
 pushing the panting protruding proboscis from her pungent pubic
 perfection.

 What a typically Rikki thing to say.  She was so completely at
 home with her sensuality, it never seemed to surprise her when
 any living thing found her appealing.  
 
 To this day I still vividly recall the dog gleefully sniffing
 the sun-baked stripped log where I had sucked her pissy pussy
 right through her soaking panties in a public area.

                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Of course we were both desperate for the rest rooms.  We strode
 quickly through the park area, seemingly unnoticed by the
 denizens of the picnic tables.  But they all must have seen us
 walk into the woods earlier and I could feel angry eyes on the
 back of my neck as we moved off.

 Still we were in way too much of a hurry to pay much attention.
 I was still extremely hard from all the excitement and had to
 shift my cutoffs to conceal my situation.  Fortunately I had
 practiced peeing in that state a lot, so there was no problem
 once I got into the bathroom.

 But Rikki hadn't been quite so lucky.  Either that or the smooth
 worn part of her tight jeans that sheathed her _mons_ and thighs
 was just too thin to conceal the wet spot around her pussy.  
 
 She smiled shyly when she saw me looking at it as we left.  Then
 I heard a woman loudly whisper: ``Shame on you!'' as we walked
 past.

 When I glanced backwards, I saw the `Amway' couple we had
 encountered earlier.  I don't know if she was talking to us or
 to her husband.  He must have been staring at Rikki's round body
 and her noticably damp crotch.
 
 I felt a little sorry for him.  He appeared so earnest and
 innocuous.  You might even consider buying a used car from the
 fellow.
 
 His wife was more reminiscent of a manufactured product. 
 But I still couldn't help enjoying her over-toned tanned thighs,
 short bottle-blonde perm, and glimmering sky-blue contacts.
 Hollywood and Madison Avenue had sent their sparkling-clean
 commercial love to wish us well.

 Unfortunately her attitude was nowhere near as inviting as the
 models in the shampoo ads.   When she saw me looking back at
 her, she glowered, seemingly reveling in her embodiment of the
 archetype of a a sexless, dominating, Puritanical, mean-spirited
 creep.  My lover was a luxuriant Goddess of Sensuality by
 comparison.

 Rikki jammed her hand down the back of my shorts' waistband and
 started vigorously squeezing my muscular butt.  I could never
 figure out whether it was to recapture my diverted attention or
 to further infuriate and titillate our captive audience.  
 
 As we eased out of there like greased lightning, I wondered what
 I would do if I ever met the would-be `Baywatch Babe' again.  I
 decided that a big grin would be the most appropriate reaction.

                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 The summer sun was starting to wane lazily by the time we hit
 the road.  Rikki told me that all the excitement had made her
 hungry.  We still had to drive another hour to the motel she
 wanted to grace with our lust, so we pulled off into a Burger
 Monarch.
 
 She had often told me how much she enjoyed cooking and eating
 and we had shared our observation that greasy fast food can
 often have a surprisingly strong effect on sexual desire.
 It's no wonder birthrates fall as incomes rise.

 Eating with Rikki was the next best thing to having sex with
 her.  She had a large mouth and a cute set of buck teeth which
 she used to great effect.  Before every bite, she would extend
 her tongue, run it over her upper lip, and open her mouth widely
 to receive the meat.
 
 Down went a `double-Zapper' and a large fries plus a big
 strawberry shake in the most sensuous manner imaginable.  I
 loved the way her dimples moved in and out as she devoured the
 whole lot.  Enthralled by her exuberant gorging, I could barely
 eat my own dinner.  Talk about a healthy appetite.

 I almost forgot to remind her that I'd brought some of my
 devastatingly rich chocolate brownies for us to munch on when
 she went back to the counter for dessert.  To no avail of
 course; Rikki insisted that a massive meal was a natural
 prerequisite for our hectic schedule.  
 
 Naturally she was only half-kidding.  Rikki loved to satisfy her
 needs and was rarely shy about it.  
 
 Her parting request for a vanilla shake seemed surprising only
 in that I had expected her to prefer chocolate.

                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 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.


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