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Melody McIntyre edged the gas pedal of her sleek bullet-silver convertible closer to the floor, and shook out long hair as red as the sand and rock of the surrounding wilderness. She whooped with exhilaration, thrilling to the feel of the hot desert wind whipping back her shiny tresses, and the way it caressed her face and slipped inside her clothing like the uninhibited fingers of a lover.

The car growled with pleasure as Melody curled her slender fingers around the gleaming head of the gear shift and stroked it into place. The shaft throbbed in her hand, the potency of the engine building, the growl intensifying to a roar as Melody seduced the Lexus into a raw, several-thousand-rev orgasm. One-hundred-and-fifty miles an hour on a straight road -- a strip of superheated tarmac bisecting a thousand square miles of Martian-red Arizona desert.

"Fucking crazy bitch!" Jenna laughed from the back. "Did you see the look on that cop's face?"

"Priceless!" Serena giggled beside her, and Melody flashed a grin at the both of them through the rearview mirror before throwing back her head and whooping again.

They were three days into the inaugural event of the Speed Demon 3000 illegal road race, and making great time in spite of the legions of traffic cops mobilised to police the interstate highways. Little did the police realise just how much they were a part of the thrill! After all, nothing quite compared to the andrenalin rush of running a roadblock, and then leaving the hapless law enforcers far behind with only the taste of burnt rubber in their mouths.

Melody shook her head, incredulous. If the cops wanted to intercept  a hundred-strong field of high performance sports cars, you'd think they'd make sure they at least had the horsepower to try and play catch up!

"I think we can safely say we lost him," she announced, checking her mirrors again for any sign of the motorcycle cop and seeing nothing but a watery shimmer of midday heat. Which was a bit of a shame, she admitted to herself. Cop or not, he'd been a damned sexy one! And with a noticeable bulge straining at the inside of his tight-fitting pants, unless she'd mistaken his .44 Magnum for something else!

"In that case, can we please stop?" Serena pleaded. "Only I'm dying for a pee."

"Already?"

"It's all the excitement," Serena began to explain, but Jenna snorted sceptically as she hooked her dark, Katie Holmes-style bob behind an ear.

"More like psychological incontinence," she teased. "Just because you know there isn't a decent bathroom for the next hundred miles!"

Their petite, pixie-like friend pouted and thumped Jenna's arm good-naturedly as Melody laughed and swung off the deserted highway, crunching over sand and rock for fifty yards, where she gunned the engine for a second or two before turning it off. The silence folded in. Blissful, unadulterated quietude.

Serena scrambled out of the back seat and made for a patch of scrub surrounding a tall finger of rock that cast its own shadow like a gnomon.

"Back in a minute!" she called.

Melody and Jenna exchanged amused glances. "So make that ten, then!" they both laughed. Serena's sensitive bladder was legendary!

To kill the time, Melody switched on the CB radio and scanned the channels that might warn them the cops were nearby. But there was none. Only a hiss of background static spoiled the silence.

"Seems like we're alone," she murmured.

"Good!"

Melody jumped at Jenna's loud whisper right next to her ear, and she swivelled sharply in her seat.

"For God's sake!" she protested amiably, but the quick kiss on her lips muted her token complaint.

"And what was that for?" she asked with a smile as she removed her shades.

Jenna shrugged and smiled back. "Because you're gorgeous and I felt like it," she replied. "And because Kyle is a lying bastard."

Melody sighed. "And I guess I'm supposed to be flattered to be your revenge in high heels."

"Not to mention your simply amazing thirty-eight double-D accessories"

Melody shook her head. Just as legendary as Serena's waterworks was the volatile relationship enjoyed by Jenna and her longterm boyfriend, Kyle. Inseparable one day, fighting like cat and dog the next. The soap opera had gone on for as long as Melody cared to remember. The most recent verbal punch-up had been provoked by Jenna's increasing conviction that Kyle had been fucking a girl at the mall where he worked as head of security.

"Look, Jen," she tried to reason with her friend for what must have been the thousandth time. "You've no real proof that Kyle's done anything."

"Oh, no?" Jenna answered in disbelief. "Then what about the condoms in his pocket? We're supposed to be trying for a baby, remember? Then there's the text messages, the perfume on his clothes that I wouldn't wear even if the only other option were to reek like a skunk, the -- "

"Okay, okay, enough already!" Melody cried, holding up her hands. "So Kyle is a lying bastard. What you gonna do about it?"

"Well," Jenna purred, leaning forward again, "where was I?"

"Jenna," Melody began to protest as her friend kissed her again. But as Jenna's lips fastened firmly over her own, she found that she had neither the ability nor the inclination to object.

Well, what the hell! she thought submissively.

Unable to resist her increasing arousal, Melody climbed over the seats to join Jenna in the back. She had to admit to herself that she secretly loved it whenever Jenna and Kyle fell out! She was always happy to give Jenna this kind of solace!

As she lay back in the seat, Jenna's hands did all the talking. Her slender fingers stroked upwards over Melody's bare thighs to the edge of her denim shorts, moving higher to lazily traverse the silky material of her white short-sleeved blouse. Melody sighed deeply into their passionate kiss as Jenna halted at her left breast and gently squeezed.

"Oh, God," she whispered before Jenna's hungry lips silenced her once more. Meanwhile, Melody felt Jenna's fingers slowly negotiating the buttons of her blouse. The garment parted like the Red Sea to gradually reveal more and more of  the giddying plunge of Melody's seen-to-be-believed cleavage. The blouse fell open at last to  expose the ample swell of her breasts to the touch of the blazing Arizona sun. Jenna pushed the blouse back from Melody's creamy shoulders and with a soft murmer of appreciation, reverently cupped one of the naked mounds and lowered her head to suckle on the erect nipple.

Breathing her encouragement, Melody stroked Jenna's hair, thrilling to the electrifying sensation of the moist lips and tongue eagerly drawing on her breast. Her desire gauge was climbing in leaps and bounds, like a thermometer plunged into a lava pool! Her shimmering green eyes fluttered closed in response. When she opened them again a few seconds later, she saw that Serena had returned and was staring down at her from beside the car, gaping in astonishment. But Melody could not miss the hint of yearning in her incredulous expression. Clutching Jenna's head to her breast with one hand, she held out her other towards Serena in a wordless invitation.

"Melody," Serena breathed. "Oh, Melody."

She half reached out, but as the dazzling sunlight glinted on the ring on her finger, she hesitated.

"Oh, Mel," she said ruefully, evidently torn. "I want to. God knows, I really do." She waved her hand slightly.
"But Tony...."

The engagement. Of course. Tony and Serena were made for each other, everybody said so. And Serena was intensely loyal....

Melody's body bucked almost involuntarily as Jenna's probing fingers homed in on the centre of her moist thighs. She had not felt Jenna unfasten her shorts, or pull down the zip and her touch summoned a loud moan from Melody's lips and she clutced at her other breast as she arched slightly on the hot leather seat.

Turned on to distraction, Melody reached round to undo the tie of Jenna's saffron-coloured bikini top which fell away from her own voluptuous breasts, their full curves garnished with glistening beads of sweat, some of which trickled down into her cleavage and flowed south towards her silver navel piercing. As she caressed
Melody's pussy, Jenna shifted slightly to allow Melody's lips to close over her own rock hard nipples, to savour each erect bud in turn.

Melody felt a touch on her shoulder. Not Jenna's. The caress was more tentative, gentler. As her body shuddered to the sensation which Jenna's fingers were generating,  Melody glanced to see Serena next to her. She managed to smile before her beautiful features contorted to a sudden wave of pleasure which only made her look even more gorgeous.

"Couldn't resist?" she asked huskily, and Serena shook her head a little, her blue eyes wide with admiration.

"You are just so beautiful," shesaid softly, her fingers cupping Melody's breast. "These --" She broke off, unable to express her wonder in words. "And Jenna's."

"Glad to hear I'm not invisible!" Jenna retorted wryly, raising her head, her own grey eyes misty with the passion of the moment. Her gaze lingered on Serena's tight-fitting t-shirt. "Why don't you take that thing off?"

"Yeah, Serena," Melody urged, admiring her friend's flawless curves. "Remind us just how beautiful you are."

She looked as though she might hesitate again, but Melody noticed that the yearning in Serena's eyes had intensified. Without another word, she hooked her fingertips under the hem of her t-shirt and peeled it upwards. Her petite yet stunningly curvaceous figure emerged, like a butterfly from a chrysalis.

Jenna gaped. "Mel is so right you know," she complimented her. "Tony is one lucky son of a bitch!"

Melody nodded silent agreement, drinking in the sight of Serena's naked body. The hourglass curve of her hips, and the perfect breasts. Smaller than her own and Jenna's, but exquisitely formed. Two flawless peaks of satin flesh, half-hidden  by her tumbling blonde hair, and crowned with dusky pink nipples standing proudly now to attention.

"Serena," Melody whispered, half-dumbstruck by the vision, deciding that she must have died and gone to heaven! She slipped her arm around Serena's smooth waist and drew her in to make the threesome complete. Her moist lips sought out Serena's and trailed a line of gentle kisses from there to her throat. Nuzzling more caresses into Serena's neck, she only pulled back as Jenna's fingers slipped fully inside her. The sudden penetration caused her to gasp and buck again, and she entwined her fingers in her long red hair as a slight flush tinged her breasts.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded hoarsely. "Fuck me hard!"

Jenna's fingers thrust rapidly into her. Serena stifled Melody's cry of pleasure with a kiss, thrusting her tongue confidently into her sweet velvet mouth so that a trickle of warm saliva bubbled between their parted lips and ran back over Melody's cheek. And all the time, Serena fondled Melody's tits, squeezing to the rhythm of Jenna's expert fingers.

"Make me come!" Melody gasped, her heart pounding with the promise of an impending orgasmic cataclysm. "Fuck me!"

She almost wept as she went into meltdown. A long, lingering groan gave voice to the all-consuming pleasure building between her legs before it billowed out like an unstoppable tidal surge to swamp each and every inch of her sweat-drenched body. Serena offered her one of her pert little breasts, and Melody ravenously devoured the nipple, clenching it so hard between her teeth that Serena moaned at the slight discomfort. Melody only released the sore nipple as her climax waned, leaving her spent and breathing hard as Jenna leaned across to kiss her tenderly.

"I can never believe  how wet you get," she purred.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Melody smiled breathlessly.

"I sincerely hope that's a promise."

"You bet!"

The silence of the desert was suddenly broken by the crackle of the radio.

"Alpha five-oh-four, receiving. Possible sighting of suspects on Highway Nineteen. In pursuit, over...."

"Shit! Guys, we gotta fly!"

Melody leapt up, pulling on her blouse and scrambling over into the front seat. Somewhere, not too far away, she could hear the distinctive wail of a siren.

"Guys?" she repeated, looking in her rearview mirror in time to see Jenna burying her face deep between Serena's thighs.

"Okay," she said slowly, amused as Serena moaned loudly. She gunned the engine and rammed home the gear shift, kicking up a spray of red dust as she roared back on to the highway. "But you'd better hold on back there."

You little minx, Serena, she thought as she pulled on her shades and floored the gas pedal. So much for poor old Tony....