Chapter 7
Sheila woke up, not sure where she was for a moment as she blinked her eyes and looked around the motel room. The sun shone through the drapes on the window and she felt panic as she looked at the bed beside her. Then her heart began to slow again as she heard the shower turn on. Eddie was furious with her, she remembered, but he wouldn't run off and leave her, not while Jenny was missing.
Sheila rarely smoked, but now she sat up in bed and lit one of Eddie's cigarettes from the bedside table. She'd been a damn fool to spill everything to Eddie last night, but he'd been so sweet until then, so good to her sexually she couldn't repress a wild shiver, just remembering. He wasn't really a bastard, she decided, just tough and self-righteous. That would be the cop in him.
Sheila smoked in rapid nervous puffs, trying to decide what to do. She could simply forget about Eddie, an impossibility after that torrid hour of fucking last night. She could try to reason with him but she knew she'd never penetrate that hard stubborn wall with logic. Or she could try to break that wall down by melting it. Sheila stared down at her ripe, lushly curved tits and soft belly, remembering Eddie's wild groans of pleasure.
She stubbed out the cigarette, knowing one thing for certain: She wasn't going to get him by sitting here and wishing. She could be tough and aggressive too.
Naked, she got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, opening the door and stepping inside. She opened the shower curtain. Eddie was soaping down his chest. He paused just long enough to dart a look of contempt at her and then continued as if she wasn't there.
Without a word, Sheila stepped inside the shower with him. In the crowded space it was impossible not to have some body contact, but Eddie was still ignoring her. She grabbed the soap from his hand and knelt down under the hot spray and stroked suds on his long cock. It stiffened immediately in her soft fingers and Sheila grasped the big red knob in her lips and snaked her hot tongue around his rigid meat, feeling it leap in her mouth.
For a minute she teased him with slow lingering sucks, gently jerking her fist on the base of his throbbing prick, feeling her own passion rising to make her cunt hotly pulse.
Eddie could ignore her all he wanted but his cock couldn't, the aroused brunette thought. His swollen prick filling her mouth was doing all the talking for him.
She released his prick and stood up, putting her arms around his shoulders and burrowing her hot wet tits into her hard chest. She slithered her tongue between his lips, undulating her cunt eagerly against his cock and his hands quickly went to her ass, stroking and squeezing their big soft cheeks.
The feel of her big-breasted silky wet body fired Eddie up to a tremendous excitement in a matter of seconds. How could he keep his cool exterior when she nibbled on his prick so lovingly and then rammed those gorgeous hot tits into his chest?
She stepped back a foot and Eddie lathered soap on her panting breasts, fondling the glossy white mounds and squeezing the taut nipples between his fingers, reminding himself he had to fuck her luscious tits soon, knowing instinctively she'd love that. Every inch of the statuesque brunette was built for just one thing, especially her beautiful ass....
"Turn around and put your hands on the wall," Eddie told her hoarsely.
"Are you going to frisk me too?" Sheila grinned, turning and putting her palms on the tile wall. She spread her legs and stuck her satiny ass-cheeks out and Eddie began to soap them down, his prick surging eagerly.
"Eddie," she whispered, "you can do anything you want with me, darling. Anything!"
He continued squeezing and stroking her silky ass, and Sheila reached behind her to grasp his swollen cock. She placed the head of his rod against her tiny asshole, knowing it was exactly what he craved.
"Fuck me there, Eddie," she moaned eagerly, "fuck me in the ass, darling!"
Eddie plunged forward in a violent thrust and the tall brunette cried out once as his long thick prick tore into her asshole. Then she was squirming wildly on it, grinding her hot ass-cheeks back to swallow his meat to the hilt, until her naked ass was gyrating eagerly against his bush.
For a minute Eddie kept his throbbing prick still, sucking his breath in at the burning tightness of her asshole, letting her squeeze it with soft moans of excitement. He reached around to cup her heavy warm tits in his hands, groaning as she suddenly squirmed her ass in a wide circle.
Sheila loved the burning-poker sensation in her impaled ass, loved the exciting pain each time she wriggled on his cock and tiny bolts of bliss shot through her bowels.
"Fuck me, Eddie!" she urged. "Shove your beautiful-ooooh!-prick up my ass-aaaagh! Deeper!"
Eddie began to stroke into her fiery ass with brutal massive thrusts that brought sharp little cries of lewd excitement from her, and each time he rammed forward she jerked back to meet him, her big silky ass-cheeks writhing furiously against his crotch. Her asshole was shuddering and spasming on his prick in a fever of lust now, its hot juiciness sending wild tingles of friction along his cock.
Eddie slid one hand down over her panting belly and silky cunt-hairs to find her clitoris. He stroked the hot little button rapidly with his fingertip to make her moan with joy as he pumped powerfully into her lush ass, and the wild brunette urged him on:
"Cum, Eddie-eeee!-cum in my ass, darling-hurry! Ooooh, God-it's wild!"
His prick began to spurt in her ass and Sheila was clawing at the tile walls as his hot cum flooded her, cumming violently herself as he kept finger-fucking her with hard strokes, shoving two fingers deep up her hot cunt. Squirming frantically, Sheila flexed her asshole with all her might on his gushing prick to drain every last stinging drop from him. She whimpered with protest when he pulled his limp cock out.
"Oh, Eddie," she moaned, turning to face him, "I loved it. You're very sweet-you didn't have to make me cum too, darling."
Eddie grinned at her, hefting her huge hot tits in his hands, not bothering to explain it wasn't consideration that made him finger-fuck her. He just couldn't keep his hands off her, especially her tight hot pussy.
"You're not mad at me any more, are you, Eddie?" she smiled, nestling close to him under the spray to gently squeeze his balls.
"Oh, what the hell," Eddie sighed, "let's face it, Sheila. I can't stay mad at you. Just watching you walk across a room gives me a hard-on. How can you stay mad at someone who keeps you horny all the time?"
She'd begun to stroke his cock as he spoke and it was already beginning to stiffen again beneath her caressing fingers. He almost gave in to the urge to take her back to bed for a solid hour, but there was business to take care of. Lunchtime, Eddie decided; at lunchtime he'd come back to the motel and experiment with those hot, fantastic tits.
"We'd better start searching for your kid sister," he told her, and Sheila quickly agreed, feeling a twinge of shame at her selfishness. She'd forgotten about Jenny in the past few minutes. When Eddie touched her naked flesh she forgot about everything else.
By the time they were dressed, Eddie's hot hard-on was straining at his pants. Watching her slip her panties on over her softly rounded hips and silken ass had done it, watching those long beautiful legs flex as she put on nylons, just seeing her lush curves in motion was enough to give him a constant hard-on.
"Christ, let's get out of here," Eddie told her impatiently, "before I end up eating breakfast in bed."
Sheila frowned. "They don't have room service here, do they?"
Then it dawned on her and her eyes began to smolder. When she started rubbing his cock through his pants, it was all he could do to get her out of the motel room.