Chapter 19. Exploring

© Bad Hobbit 2022

The following morning we set off for California. Paul McCartney’s song isn’t called ‘The Long and Boring Road’, but the route from Vegas to LA isn’t the most interesting drive. If there had been time, I’d have gone north, through Yosemite to San Francisco and then south along the coast. But frankly, seven days in an RV is enough for anyone, so we headed directly for the great metropolis.

Now it may sometimes sound like I hate this great country of ours, but I really don’t. There are just some places – and, come to think of it, some people – that I don’t discover attractive. Like I said, I dislike the brashness and cynicism of Vegas, but for sheer soulless sprawl, you can not beat LA. Paris covers a mere forty square miles. London is one of the largest cities in Europe, with the Greater London Metropolitan area covering 600 square miles, twice that of New York. But the City of Angels makes that look like a village. It covers nearly five thousand square miles, while the greater Los Angeles area, including Anaheim, Riverside and all that, covers around an unbelievable thirty-four thousand square miles. That’s bigger than whole countries like Costa Rica or Belgium.

Don’t get me wrong; there are places in LA and SoCal in general that I like. I love the La Brea Tar Pits, some of the Getty stuff and a few less-well-known places like Seal Beach and Manhattan Beach. But if you want Disney, we have a lot more of it in Florida. I discover Hollywood sleazy and Beverly Hills tacky. OK, so I don’t visit very often, but I wouldn’t want to live there.

But my girls were gonna be in SoCal for the next three years, so I had to get them accustomed to the place – though they already seemed to know the language.

First stop, their school campus. I found the girls’ dorm room and helped them move their various suitcases in. They unpacked and – of course – Stacey found that she had inadequate closet space for most of what she’d brought. So we had a ‘prioritization session’, and two full suitcases went back into the RV. Around half of the bag-full of sex toys found its way under Stacey’s bed, with some items that the girls considered important – lube, butt-plugs, remote control vibrators, strap-ons and a double-ended dildo – going into the drawers in the nightstand. However, I’d persuaded her to return the obscenely raunchy outfits – the slut-schoolgirl, slut-goth, slut-secretary and just total slut things like leather harnesses, handcuffs and collars with leashes – into a bag I could take home with me. I just hoped I wasn’t stopped at the airport with all that.

Hannah’s unpacking was much quicker. As I said, she’d only brought three suitcases and a few things like a laptop and a guitar, so after I’d stowed Stacey’s excess clothes (in several senses of the word) back in the RV, we went out in the Beetle for a tour of the campus and environs.

It was about to be Rush Week, so there were girls and boys everywhere trying to recruit for sororities and fraternities. Fuck, looking at some of the babes, I’d have signed up there and then if I’d been qualified. I tried to persuade them that, as I’m only attracted to women, I’m probably a lesbian, but sadly that didn’t qualify me to join their sororities. ‘My’ girls both wanted to join the cheerleaders, and there was a musical outfit that was looking for singers and musicians of both sexes that they were quick to show interest in.

And then things got a little weird. A cute girl, no taller than Stacey but with short, spiky blue hair and several tattoos and piercings, approached the girls and said something quiet to them, They both giggled.

“It’s OK. This is Bob. He’s kinda my boyfriend,” Stacey said, turning to me.

“And mine,” Hannah added. The blue-haired girl registered surprise.

“It’s cool if he listens in. He’s, like, seriously hot.”

The girl looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression.

“Er, O – K. My name is Amy-Beth, and I organize a special sorority. We only invite really hot girls to join. You see, it’s about – er…”

“I guess you mean it’s about sex.” Stacey smiled. “That’s way cool. We totally love sex, don’t we, Hannah?”

“Totally,” Hannah agreed with a wink in my direction.

Amy-Beth eyed me a little warily, before continuing, seeming a little self-conscious. “See, we have this group and we help girls to try out all kinds of – of, like, advanced stuff.”

“Such as?” Stacey asked with her usual wicked grin.

“Er, such as, like, girl-girl. And, like, learning to…” she looked at me suspiciously. “Er, learning to, like, deep throat. And – like, trying – trying anal.” She almost whispered the last word.

“Cool. We’ve done all that. And we love it,” Stacey said breezily.

“Yeah, it’s so hot, coming with a cock right up your ass,” Hannah added, to my surprise.

Amy-Beth’s face showed an almost apocalyptic level of shock. “Wow, that’s like… I mean that’s, that’s super-hot. So you guys – you’ve done – all those things?”

“Sure, mostly with Un… with Bob, here. He is so fucking awesome. He makes us both come from being butt-fucked. Sometimes he makes us squirt, too.”

“Unreal!” Amy-Beth breathed.

“Do you like to come with a cock up your ass?” Hannah asked. I couldn’t work out whether she was curious or just goading Amy-Beth, who clearly wasn’t as sophisticated as she liked to make out. The tattooed girl looked a little nervous.

“I – I haven’t progressed to that level, er, yet. But – but I want to this semester.”

“So what do you guys do, then? I mean, we love doing all those things but do you, like, get boys to do them to you? And are those guys, like, totally hot?” Stacey appeared to be super-excited, and I began to feel some serious pangs of jealousy. She was talking about joining a sorority dedicated to giving girls like Stacey and Hannah some serious throat, pussy and ass-fucking, and I wasn’t gonna be part of it.

“Well, yes, kinda. See we’re Sigma Epsilon Chi, and the guys have a frat group called Kappa Omicron Kappa. We hook up a few times during the semester for some wild parties.”

The names seemed a little unsubtle, and frankly Sigma Epsilon Chi (ΣΕΧ) might look like ‘SEX’ but would strictly be pronounced more like ‘SEKH’. (I do know a little about languages, despite seemingly being a tech nerd). But there was no mistaking what KOK was about.

“But, like, do those guys know what they’re doing? Cuz, like, when I first took it up the butt, I had totally the best ever teacher showing me how good it felt.” Stacey’s expression was serious.

“And me,” Hannah added. “I would never have done it if Stacey hadn’t told me how good Uncle – I mean, Bob – was at ass-fucking. And it was awesome. I, like, came and came on my very first time!” The expression on Hannah’s pretty face was priceless. So was Amy-Beth’s.

“And if you want to try taking it up the ass, Bob is the man to do it. He always makes it feel super-good,” Stacey said proudly. I was amazed at the way she seemed very happy to pimp me to any girl she met. But given that we would soon be going our separate methods, I wasn’t about to complain.

“But isn’t he, like, your boyfriend?”

“Sure, but I love to let him show other girls the good stuff. It gets me hot, thinking about it.”

Amy-Beth looked at me strangely. I smiled back. Sure, I’d be very happy to initiate Amy-Beth into the joys of anal sex – or, indeed, any sort of sex – despite the tattoos and piercings. I thought whether her pubic hair was also blue, and if it would make her look like something out of Avatar.

“So, like, what do we have to do to join your sorority? Is there, like, some kind of initiation or qualification thing?” Stacey was clearly interested in joining. Fuck!

“Well, yes. See the main rule is: no virgins. You have to have had sex with a guy.”

“Sure, well that’s no problem,” Hannah said cheerfully.

“And then, like, you have to have done something more. Deep throat, anal, lesbian, had a big black cock, had a threesome – you know, advanced stuff.”

“Cool, we’ve both done most of that. What about, you know, bondage or double penetration? Do they count too?” Stacey’s sweet, innocent expression as she said it made me laugh. It was like she was talking about playing some sort of video game, and moving to higher levels.

“Er, you either need to have it witnessed by a member of the sorority or have a video of you doing it.”

“Cool,” Stacey said, turning to me. “Hey, Bob, do you have any of our home-made porn on your phone?”

As a matter of fact, I did, but I wasn’t gonna offer it immediately.

“Stacey, Hannah – maybe you should talk to Amy-Beth a little more about it; you know, how they choose guys. I’d be a little wary, because they may not be as experienced or as considerate as you’d hope. Meanwhile, I’ll find some hi-res video as evidence if she wants to see it. I’m sure I have some shots of both of you having anal orgasms while you ate each other out.” I looked at Amy-Beth, and her expression was a picture. Her eyes, which were already quite big and pretty, were even wider. Her cute little mouth kinda fell open, and I thought what it might be like to slip my cock in there. I’m not a fan of body-graffiti and facial ironmongery, but she did look cute in a sort of ‘goth-Stacey’ way.

But I had a question. “Amy-Beth, you said you don’t allow virgins. Surely that’s a bit – er, unhelpful? I mean, girls who’ve never had sex before often choose a boyfriend who says he loves her, but really only wants to fuck her. He’s also usually either pretty inexperienced himself or doesn’t give a shit about her pleasure, so her first sexual encounter is often painful and very unsatisfying. If there are any capable studs in this KOK frat group you’re talking about, maybe you should get them to help deflower a few virgins so the girls can get some pleasure from their first time and then join your sorority to progress to something more advanced.”

“I guess that’s a good suggestion. I’ll mention it at our next meeting,” she added.

I watched with some sadness as the girls both signed up for Sigma Epsilon Chi, and then we drove to my motel, nearby, and dropped Stacey’s spare suitcases. I returned the RV a few hours early, as it was hardly an appropriate vehicle for travelling around LA, and we went out in the Beetle to discover somewhere to eat.

We spent most of the afternoon touring the area and helping the girls get some orientation; what was where in the wider campus, where there were decent diners and food stores, how far it was to the beach. It turned out to be farther than the girls had realized, but having driven there, we hung out by the ocean for a while. I went to the liquor store and bought a bottle of Chardonnay that the girls happily consumed from paper cups. I then took them for an early dinner at a diner with some live music not far from the campus. I spoke to the band in the interval, and they grudgingly allowed Hannah to sing on one of their numbers. And then on three more when they realized how good she was. And I finally persuaded the guitarist to switch to rhythm on Sweet Child o’ Mine, and let Stacey strut her stuff. I could see how impressed they were. Phone numbers were sought – and politely refused.

“Nah! They were like, OK as musicians, but I wouldn’t fuck any of them,” Stacey explained on the drive back to their dorm.

“Me neither,” Hannah opined, “but thanks for giving us the chance to perform.”

And back in their room, to thank me again, they performed some more. If these performances had been in the music bar, the cops would’ve been called. Either that or some local amateur porn director would’ve signed us up on the spot. The adrenaline from the music performance clearly got some extra hormones running through their veins, because back to the dorm their clothes were almost instantly discarded, I was unceremoniously shoved back onto one of the beds and they took turns blowing me. But they knew how far to go – just enough to give me extreme pleasure without extracting any sperm-flavored sauce.

And then I was manhandled – or should I say, ‘girlhandled’ – into position, lying on my back, and while one of them kept me hard with her mouth, the other presented me with a face-full of pussy; not for the first time, but I never got tired of doing it. It was weird, having sex with two girls on a single bed – the first time we’d ever tried that. It was a little more cramped than I’d have liked, but I guess moving around two writhing and wriggling female bodies may have been made a little easier by the need to step onto the floor, rather than trying to crawl around a large bed.

So the usual sexual mayhem ensued, but I decided to slow the pace. I’d started off by trying to alternate between two pussies, but it was becoming exhausting, so I asked Hannah to watch and masturbate while I fucked Stacey to orgasm. It was hard, fast and very dirty, with my angel showing how slutty she could be as she rubbed her own clit while I pounded her pussy, to the strains of her moaning things like ‘fuck my dirty whore cunt, Uncle Bob’. Shit, I almost miscalculated and filled her ‘dirty whore cunt’ with some man-soup, but I just got her to come before I passed the point of no return, using a bit of erotic asphyxiation and some tweaking of her hard nipples.

When Stacey had stopped trying to kick me in the kidneys with her heels, her eyes had returned to looking at me rather than rolled back into her head and the little gush of excess fluids had stopped flowing from her ‘dirty whore cunt’, I withdrew, took a few deep breaths and said “OK, Hannah, I’m coming for you.”

Hannah adopted this “ohmygod!” expression. “Oh, please, Uncle Bob, don’t hurt me. I’m – I’m a good girl, really. I’m so scared!”

I turned her over on her bed, held her arms behind her back with one hand and fucked her hard, as deep as I could go, in doggy, with my finger on her clit. I was tempted to go for the ass, but she hadn’t prepared; the butt-plug that I’d often seen between her smooth, firm brown buttocks was absent. So I contented myself with filling that sweet, tight 18-year-old pussy with my cock while she begged me not to do what she was quite clearly enjoying, until she screamed and started bucking around and I finally un-gritted my teeth, relaxed my control and filled her with some off-white fluid.

After a lot of kisses and hugs, expressions containing the word ‘awesome’ and many professions of love, I reluctantly dressed and drove Stacey’s Beetle to my motel. I had planned to meet a couple of potential customers the next day – a Saturday, but who cares about the days of the week in company anymore? – and the first meeting was planned to be over breakfast. I slept the sleep of the just – or actually, the sleep of the just after – woke early, showered, shaved and shuffled out to Stacey’s car.

On the way to the meeting, I called to see how they were. The phone rang for quite a while before Stacey picked up and said “Hey, Uncle Bob, could we, like speak later. Hannah and me are eating pussy right now.” I laughed and left them to their own devices – probably vibrators and butt-plugs, I guessed.

The meeting went well. The potential clients were a start-up and they wanted to make an impression. They had a couple of useful applications out there and a half-decent app-management platform, and were doing quite a lot of analysis and exploitation of the user data they’d picked up, though I’ve all the time been a little wary of that. But they wanted a couple of new applications and seemingly didn’t have the expertise or manpower. I’d pointed them at some of the stuff I’d delivered and they said they wanted me to build some variants just for them. We talked functionality, scope, delivery dates and licensing criteria. I showed them an early beta version of the app that Brad and his team were developing for me. It did the trick, and we shook hands on the deal.

I drove back to the girls’ dorm and knocked on their door.

“Who’s there?” called Stacey from inside.

“It’s me. I wondered whether you wanted a late breakfast. Or have you already eaten?”

The door opened, and there stood Hannah, magnificently naked and with a big grin on her face. “Hi, Uncle Bob. I think we’ve both eaten as much pussy as we can handle before breakfast. Normally I’d ask for a cock down my throat, but I’m actually quite hungry. If you can wait a few minutes, we’ll clean up and get dressed.”

“And good morning to you too, Hannah,” I replied. I reflected that this once-shy little girl had developed into a hot little minx.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Stacey was toweling herself after a shower, and I guessed Hannah had already done so, as her thick, lustrous dark hair was still damp. I looked at them both and, as usually happened, my cock started to stir again. But I guessed that the girls were probably orgasmically-satisfied and didn’t need any further stimulation for a while, so I waited until they got ‘dressed’ – i.e., tight tops showing pokies, tiny ripped shorts barely covering asses – and we went for breakfast.

“So what are your plans for today? And tomorrow? Remember that I have to head for home tomorrow night, so if there’s anything you need me to do, you have until then.”

“Well, you could fuck us some more,” Stacey added demurely as she sipped her orange juice.

“I’d rather hoped that might be the case,” I added, glancing around to ensure no-one was listening, “but is there anything else?”

“I don’t know. This evening at six there’s a meeting of Sigma Epsilon Chi. They want to welcome new members and tell us what’s gonna happen. It should be through by seven thirty. Maybe we can eat then?”

So after brunch – it was around eleven thirty by then – we went to the food market and I helped them stock up on some items they’d need if they were to avoid eating out, at considerable expense, every night. I’d packed a few essentials into the RV before we started – basics like pasta, tomato paste, rice, some spices, oil, salt, coffee, etc – but we shopped for fresh things that they could keep in the refrigerator. There was a small freezer, so we added some frozen chicken, ground beef and fish. Hannah wasn’t much of a cook, but Stacey had learned a lot from me and enjoyed cooking, so I hoped this would help reduce their daily living costs.

They were still exploring the campus, finding where the study blocks were, checking out timetables, knowing where to park so they could get to lessons on time, so I helped them with that. But somehow, there was this sense of impending doom. Soon I’d be on a plane back to Florida and they’d be on their own to do whatever – and whoever – they liked. I just felt that I should be using the time better.

Around five-thirty, I took them back to the dorm, and they headed off for their meeting. I checked my emails. There was one from Brad, asking a couple of questions, so rather than reply, I phoned him.

“Hey man, it could’ve waited ’til Monday,” he said after he’d picked up.

“I know, but I’m kinda at a loose end at the moment. The girls have gone to a sorority meeting and I can’t do anything until they get back, so I may as well talk to you.”

“Well you may be a sad old man who has nothing to do on a Saturday night, but that doesn’t necessarily apply to the rest of us. But as it happens, I didn’t have anything planned for tonight; the final divorce papers came through last Tuesday, so I need to go out hunting babes again, but I’m afraid I’m not really ready for that yet.”

I remembered that Brad’s wife had run off with an old schoolfriend about a year earlier. He’d tried to get her back, but apparently Maisie wasn’t interested, so they’d finally divorced. Part of the issue was that Brad couldn’t have kids, and now Maisie was pregnant by her new partner.

“Hey man, I’m sorry. I’ll call another time.”