Chapter 5
Five hundred miles away Harry was in a lounge called the Pink Poodle. He was sitting at the bar. His eyes were fixed on the tits of the girl on the small stage. She was a blonde, about eighteen, wearing black net stockings and high heels. Nothing else. She shook her tits and wiggled her ass, snapping her legs open and closed with lewd motions of her pelvis.
The music was funky and the room was crowded, filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of gin and beer. The men made obscene gestures at the girl on the stage as she flicked her long dark nipples and gyrated her hips. Her cunt bush was thick and furry between her milk-white thighs, and Harry's mouth watered at the sight of her split beaver.
Harry was there with a friend named Pete. Pete chuckled and slapped Harry on the back. "That's cunt, huh?" he snickered. "Prime pussy, huh, Harry?"
"She's okay," Harry said, pretending not to look.
"Shit, if Irma looked like that I'd never leave home," Pete said. "That little prick-tease sure knows how to move it, huh?"
Harry nodded. The girl was doing erotic things with her fingers now. She squeezed her big tits and ran her fingertips into her cunt hair. She teased and fondled her thick muff and rubbed the insides of her white thighs.
Pete ordered another round and muttered about how he was going to get himself laid tonight. "It always looks better away from home, doesn't it?"
Harry nodded. It sure did, he thought. He didn't know why. Jennie was prettier than the girl on the stage, and had a better body too. She was the sexiest woman he knew, and yet ever since they'd been married he'd been turned off to her.
He wondered if it was because when he'd been a boy his father had always told him that you married one kind of woman and fucked another. That had been his motto all his life. Before he and Jennifer were married there was no problem. Once everything was legal, he felt inhibited and uncomfortable with her. He realized their sex life was boring, and he knew Jennifer wasn't happy, but he didn't know what to do about it.
The blonde finished her number and twitched her ass in Harry's direction as she flounced off the stage. Pete hustled off to follow a brunette who'd been giving him the eye, and Harry was left alone at the bar.
The low-down music continued and another girl took the blonde's place on the stage, this one a cute little redhead. Harry paid the check and waited five minutes before getting up and pushing his way through the crowd to the door. He walked around to a motel next door and knocked at room 6-A. A voice told him to come in. Turning the doorknob, he entered the dingy room.
The blonde was sitting on a chair, smoking a joint. She had on a half-bra and nothing else. She stared at him with half-lidded eyes, and Harry realized she was stoned.
"Take your bra off," he muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bed, still dressed. The blonde removed her bra and stood near him, her tits bouncing in front of his face.
"It's good to see you, Delores," he said.
She wiggled her hips and pumped her dark muff at his face. She definitely was not a natural blonde. "Did you miss me, Harry?" she lisped provocatively.
She played with her big tits, fingering her dark nipples as she lifted and dropped her big white jugs.
"Shit, yeah," he muttered. "I missed you a lot."
"Still can't get it on with your old lady, huh?"
"Let's not talk about my wife," he said, reaching out to grab her lush asscheeks. She giggled and let him fondle and squeeze her assflesh. She mewled when he lowered his head and began nuzzling her cunt bush. She moaned when he pushed his nose between her cuntlips and began rubbing her clit.
She put one foot up on the bed to give him better access to her pussy. He ran his tongue up and down between her cuntlips and licked her quivering clit with a flicking motion of his thick tongue.
She shivered and tangled her fingers in his hair. He continued licking her pussy-meat, slipping one hand between her thighs and rubbing her cunt meat with his thumb. Rocking back and forth on one leg, she pushed her cunt up to meet his fingers and mouth.
Harry grunted when the blonde reached down and unzipped his fly. In a moment his stiff fuckpole was out of his pants and pulsing against her fingers. Mewling with lust, she stroked his cockshaft, rubbing her thumb over his oozing cockhead. Giggling, she smeared his cockjuice over his mushroom-shaped knob.
He pushed her aside and got up to undress. She played with her nipples, humming a little tune and doing a little bump and grind. She giggled when Harry folded his clothes and lay them carefully over a chair.
"On the bed," he said, when he was naked. "Ass up in the air!"
She giggled. Harry always fucked her in the same position. He loved reaming her ass and never wanted to look at her when they fucked.
Crouching over on all fours on the bed, she lay her head on the mattress and wiggled her ass in the air. She craned her neck and watched him fist his cockshaft and rub his big cockhead up and down the crack of her ass. Then he moved the big bulb between her gaping cuntlips as she swayed from side to side to encourage him. Pressing her cheek against the mattress, she reached back and pulled her asscheeks open for him.
She wriggled her ass, urging him to ram his prick into her cunthole or asshole or wherever he wanted it. She didn't care. One hole was as good as another to her. Right now he positioned his juicy knob at the mouth of her cunt and pushed forward.
His prick slid smoothly inside her hot cunthole, stuffing her pussy to the hilt with throbbing fuck-meat. Gripping her firm hips, he braced himself before pulling partway out and then ramming in again. The blonde moaned as his cylinder of flesh slammed inside her cunthole.
He plunged his wriggling hunk of meat in and out, his eyes fixed on her hungry pussy as it sucked at his cock. He clutched her asscheeks as he jarred her body at the end of each stroke.
After a while he pulled his prick out of her pussy and moved his cockhead to her shitter. She squealed when she felt his slippery cockhead press against her asshole. He pressed his knob firmly against her shit-chute and pushed forward until his cockhead began squeezing into her puckered brownie. Her asshole put up no resistance and soon he lurched forward, burying his cockhead inside her shit-tube.
His cockhead slid forward and lunged into the depths of her shitter. She cried out, yelling for him to fuck her brains out, but he paid no attention to her pleas. He didn't care about her. That was one thing about fucking some strange piece. He didn't give a damn about her. She was a hole to him. Not like Jennie. He cared about Jennie and he didn't want to hurt her. Or humiliate her. Fucking your wife like this wasn't right. His father had told him so, and he believed him.' Was it possible his father was wrong? The thought had never occurred to him before.
Harry snapped out of his reverie and gave all his attention to his prick. The blonde's ass felt wonderful wrapped around his thrusting fuckpole, and he drove all thoughts of Jennie out of his mind.
He pulled halfway out and then slammed in again, his balls slapping against her slippery cuntlips. In and out, in and out, he fucked his cock in and out of her ass with a smooth unbroken rhythm.
Dolores was mewling with lust. Each forceful stroke of his cock brought his balls bouncing down on her cunt. He grunted as he felt the jism boil up in his nuts, and he bellowed when his hot load exploded inside her shitter. Throwing his head back, he began shooting blast after blast Of fuck-cream into her sucking shit-chute.
The feel of his load exploding in her shitter brought her off. Her asshole muscles contracted, milking his cock and draining the last-drops of fuck-oil out of his eggs.
They rested for a few minutes and then he told her to get him hard again. She lit a joint and took a few deep drags. Then she put it out and began stroking his cock. Harry leaned back against the pillows as she stroked his cockskin up and down. The little slut had a good touch. She knew just how to get him stiff again.
She scrambled down and leaned over his cock, her tongue extended toward his crotch. Purring, she began lapping up the juice oozing out of his pisshole.
"Yeah, man, that's good stuff," she giggled.
She ran her tongue up and down his stiffening cockshaft, her fingers squeezing the base of his rod to make his cockhead swell up. Then she clamped her mouth over his knob and sucked vigorously on the tip of his cock, suctioning in his juices.
"Suck it, bitch!" he hissed.
She tried to stick the tip of her tongue inside his pisshole, but it wouldn't fit. She giggled as she swabbed his cockhead with her wet teasing tongue.
Her fingers squeezed his cockshaft as she slurped and slobbered over his cockflesh. The little blonde cooed and squealed at the taste and feel of his rampant fuckpole. He was hard again, and his prick stood straight up as if at attention. She fondled his balls as she licked his prick. She was an expert, alright. Worth every penny of the cost, too.
She worked one hand under his ballbag and found his asshole. He groaned when she probed his shit-tube with a fingertip. She gradually worked the finger inside his puckered brownie.
"Oh, fuck!" he grunted, as she drilled her finger inside his tight asshole. She was soon finger-fucking his shitter as she mouth-fucked his cock.
Saliva drooled out of her mouth and washed over his cock and balls. The lewdness of the act didn't bother Harry a bit. She was a whore, and it was okay. That was the beauty of it.
"Get on top of me!" he hissed. "Fuck my cock!"
She straddled him as he stretched out on the bed. She squatted over his rigid prick and placed his cockhead at the mouth of her cunthole. She remained motionless a moment, until he grunted and told her to shove it in.
With a little giggle, she pushed down, her cunt enveloping his cock with one smooth stroke.
He grabbed her tits, one in each hand, and began mauling and tugging at the jiggling boobs. He pulled her jugs to his mouth and he licked and lapped at her puckered stiff nipples.
"Delicious tits!" he hissed. "Fuck my cock, baby! Fuck it good!"
She bounced up and down now, rocking back and forth over his thrusting fuckpole. He could feel his prick rasp against fter clit, and he grunted at the sensations. Her asscheeks hit his balls every time she slammed down on his cock.
She eased his ramrod-stiff cylinder of flesh in and out of her cunt-channel. Her cunthole sucked in his meat with every stroke.
"Yahoooooooooo!" she cried, as his cock reamed out her cunt-channel.
As she leaned forward his thick prick stretched her cunt. She rested on his hairy chest, her tits pressed flat on his body. She rubbed them back and forth, and Harry tangled his fingers in her hair.
"Stick it in my ass again!" she wailed.
Harry chuckled. She just couldn't get enough up her ass. That was a whore for you. A nice woman wouldn't let a guy ream her asshole. Jennie wouldn't allow it. He'd never tried it with her, of course, but he knew she'd never let him.
Right now she got up off his cock and took her place on her hands and knees. Fisting his cockshaft, Harry got behind her and placed his knob on the ring of her shitter.
"Stick it in, Harry!" she wailed.
He moved forward, pushing his bloated cockhead against her asshole. Relaxed from the joint, her asshole opened up like a little flower and his cockhead popped inside.
She mewled and gurgled as he pushed forward again and slowly drove his cock all the way home. He gave her the whole length of his fuckpole, until his balls slapped at her cuntlips.
She clenched her ass-muscles down on his prick, as he slowly pulled it halfway out. Then with a grunt, he drove it in again, balls deep.
They established a rhythm now. She rocked back and forth, pushing her asshole back at his thrusting prick. Her shitter accepted his cock with no trouble at all, and he was soon humping her ass as though it were a cunt.
Her blonde hair flew wildly over her face. Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled up in her head.
"Oh, dear God!" she wailed. "Oh, dear God!"
Bellowing now, Harry began to blast his load of fuck oil into her spasming shithole. She milked him dry as blast after blast of hot lava poured into her shit-chute.
When Harry was rested he got up and dressed. Dropping some bills on the dresser, he walked out into the night.