Chapter 3
Friday morning. The thought somehow penetrated his sleep-fuzzed mind. Forcing his lead-weighted eyes open, he glanced around the motel room, remembering with a satisfied smile; a smile that grew as he rolled over and discovered Evelyn and her sexy roommate still in his bed.
The two women were cuddled together like spoons, as they slept. While they had shown a definite affinity for male sexual activity last night, the two were set in their life of lesbianism. He didn't mind. They had shared one night with him and whether or not he ever found himself lucky enough to be in the same position again, the fantastic homecoming they had provided was an event he would never forget. A deep, fulfilled satisfaction suffused warmly through him again.
He shifted in the bed, his head spinning a little from the residual effects of a long evening of non-stop sett and far too much booze atop a night of very little sleep. His gaze drifted across the room to a travel clock sitting on the dresser. It was 7 a.m. Again he smiled, thinking, It must be the country air. He normally awoke at ten or so. In fact, he couldn't remember waking up at seven since he left his father's farm.
He toyed with the idea of pulling the pillow over his head and sinking back to sleep, but the determined aching of his kidneys refused to be ignored. Again, one of the residual effects of four or five too many bourbons-and-water the night before.
Moving as quietly as he could, he slipped from the bed and walked to the bathroom. His cock, rigid and hard, wagged like a stiff flagpole as he moved. An erection that had nothing to do with the need for sex, but the need to relieve the demands of his over-loaded bladder. Which is exactly what he did, feeling what must have been a hundred pounds of pressure give way from his back.
He hadn't heard anyone moving in the bedroom, but he was suddenly aware that he was being watched. He glanced to his side and found Linda standing at the door to the bathroom, fully engrossed in watching him piss.
The blonde's pale blue eyes briefly jumped from his stiff cock to his eyes and she smiled, then lowered her gaze back to his sex, as he shook away the last few drops.
"I wouldn't have believed you'd been able to get it up again for a week after last night," she murmured in amazement. "Evelyn and I thought we'd drained you."
He was about to explain the mechanics of a piss-hard, but the heavy-titted woman stepped into the room and reached out, petting the hardness of his shaft. Her touch was unexpected. His knees quivered slightly as his testicles jumped around in anticipation, something he thought had been drained from them last night.
Her eyes rose to his again, bright with an impish light. She moved closer, her hands relinquishing his prick and slowly sliding along his thighs to his hips, edging him around to her.
The red-brown pinnacles of her tremendous breasts brushed through the hairs of his chest and she shivered, "You like 'em, don't you? My knockers, that is."
The term was one he particularly didn't care for, but her breasts were hers and she could call them anything she wanted. And he did like them.
They're marvelous," he smiled, letting his hands reach up and cup each of the weighty globes of mammary flesh, which set off waves of shivery tingles through her body. "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."
"Evelyn likes them too," she sighed as his fingers slightly pressured into her tits. "She likes to suck and fondle them. When we first became lovers, I liked it and it felt good. But now she knows how to get me off just by playing with my knockers."
He smiled. He had just been handed a challenge if he had ever heard one. And this was one challenge he had no objections to accepting.
"And you'd like to see what it would be like for a man to do the same thing to you?" he whispered.
She nodded, "Most men just like to get their hands on them and squeeze and play. They really don't understand I've got a need too. But last night, you seemed to be different. You cared about Evelyn and me getting off."
He didn't allow her to comment further. Instead, he simply tugged slightly at the two fleshy handles he held and pulled her to him. His mouth covered hers, his tongue darting deeply toward her throat as her lips opened to him.
She melted against him, her nakedness quickly transforming the hardness of his cock to an erection of desire. The supple roundness of those sensitive tits mashed into his chest, flattening warmly.
But there was more than just lust and excitement coursing through him. He suddenly realized that this sexy blonde had been the victim of too many men who cared more for getting their rocks off than they did for satisfying a woman, too many lovers that still believed in the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am approach to sex, too many hop-on-hop-off techniques of men who still held the belief that sex was dirty.
He wondered about the redhead still asleep on his bed in the other room. Had she found the same frustration in her experiences with other men? If so, it was damn easy to understand why two women with such obvious sexual appetites had decided to take women as lovers.
He had none of these hangups. At the moment he was intent on proving to her that she was in the arms of a man who had learned there was more to that word than just happening to be born with the correct equipment for the task.
Slowly letting his tongue slither from the heated sweetness of her mouth, he accepted the flicking oral probes of her own explorations. Meanwhile, his hands began to give those fantastic tits of hers the attention they wanted and needed and deserved.
Gently, with loving tenderness, he slowly fondled the bulging circumferences of those two mountainous breasts. His fingers and palms lightly caressed the summery, sexual warmth of her milk-white flesh. Her tongue drilled and swirled around in his mouth doing a wild dance of appreciation.
Then in an abrupt change of techniques, his fingers roughly dug into the almost flaccid texture of her desire-laden tits. Her reaction was just as sudden and filled with lustful pleasure. Her head jerked away from him, breaking the oral intimacy of their kiss. She moaned, her lips writhing out the deep want his hands were creating. Her eyes fluttered closed, then managed to open and gaze at him with that misted look of need.
He grinned, kneading his hands harder into the twin pillows of sensitive flesh, reveling in the hot thrills he was setting off in her body. She felt exquisite, as the pliant, moldable skin squelched up between his fingers. If she was digging this rough treatment, he was addicted to it. He didn't just like the plump heaviness of her tits, he loved it. There were the type of opulently large breasts that brought out the second-story man even in a man that normally preferred a woman with smaller tits.
"Uhmmmmmm," she sighed, her body swaying rhythmically to the squeezing grasps of his hands. A motion that teasingly brushed the bludgeoning rigid length of his cock against the soft fur of her pubic knoll, sending all sorts of hot flickering sensation racing through his loins.
Again he changed his approach to the situation. Roughly gripping the twin globes, he tugged at them, pulling them downward and releasing them and watching as their resilient forms juggled back to their original melon-like shapes. Like a kid turned loose with a new toy, he played, pushing them upward and delighting as they jostled once again to their shapely roundness. He squeezed them together, mashing their elastic-like forms between his palms.
Her moans and sighs were rippling from her lips in a continuous stream now. Her head rolled on her shoulders as she abandoned herself to the rising tide of sensations he taunted from her billowy breasts.
"Oh, baby! You're good! That's where it's at! You've got the magic in your fingers!" she urged him on.
The magic that was in his hands came in the form of her marvelous tits. There was no stopping him now. He was moving her toward the destination she wanted and the rush of excitement that fills a man when he's about to provide the sexual fulfillment a woman desires was racing helter-skelter through him.
In one quick motion, his head dropped to her chest, his wide opened mouth homing in on one of the red nosecones topping her tits. He swallowed the stiff, lust-hardened nipple, capturing it in his mouth. His tongue lashed and whipped at the aroused bud, while his hands doubled their kneading and squeezing and tugging and rolling.
She groaned under the tremors unleashed by his manual and oral attack on her desire-filled breasts. Her body rocked and swayed as the sensations his tongue and hands created raced down along the network of her white-hot nerves to the burning core of passion that culminated in her groin.
His head now moved to the other crest of her tits, sucking and licking, driving her toward the brink of orgasm. She groaned, her back arching a bit, forcing him to take as much of her breast as he could. Her body quaked with exploding pleasure as she came, squealing out the full delight of her release.
Her knees gave way beneath her and she fell, his hands barely abandoning her tits in time to catch her before she painfully slammed her shins into the bathroom tiles. He held her there for a moment, as she shook and quivered with the ecstasy that raced through her body. Then he allowed her to slowly sink to her knees.
Pleasure-glazed, her eyes eventually rolled up to him, a wide grin of delight on her lips, "I knew you would do it! I just knew!"
He had no particular reply in mind, but he replied anyway in a low, aroused groan. She reached up and grasped the thick pole of his cock and squeezed its swollen circumference with determined lust. Her grin widened, as that impish sparkle returned to her eyes.
"I bet this beautiful cock of yours would like a thank-you kiss," she whispered.
Again, before he could answer, her lips puckered and firmly pressed against the plum-like crown of his prick. His own knees quivered, his stance visibly shaken by her provocative action.
"I was right!" she gleefully grinned up at him, obviously reveling in his admiring gaze.
Her eyes dropped back to the stiff rod of his sex, which glistened with the preseminal juices brought forth as her pussy rubbed against it. Her amused, smiling lips parted a little, allowing him to glimpse the pinkness of her flickering tongue before her head tilted down again. He moaned softly as those full luscious lips kissed at his cock's head. Her tongue swirled and twirled around the sensitive arrowhead-shaped knob of his glands.
When her head eased back, his prick crown still glistened, no longer from his own fluids, but with her saliva. Throbbing and pulsing, he jerked in her hand, alive with the lust and want her mouth was stirring in his groin.
Her mouth returned to his cock, this time gently kissing up and down the turgid rod. Simultaneously, her left hand cupped his scrotum, tenderly caressing the dangling bag containing his testicles. He moaned, the fires of desire flaming higher and higher.
As if testing out the size of his balls, her fingers played, nudged and squeezed at their kidney-shaped hardness. Her teasing wasn't enough to cause pain, but it did send his rocks shooting around in his sac, as well as sending all sorts of sensations shooting around in his loins.
Her tongue, moist and soft, joined her lips as she knelt at his feet in slavish servility. Luxurious was the only word to describe the fantastic feel of her oral digit tauntingly dancing down the unbending length of his shaft She tickled at the thick hair bushed around its base, then she pulled back, licking her way to the crown of his prodder.
Around and around, her flying tongue washed the pulsating surface of his hypersensitive glands. She delighted in the sexual friction she created on the fruit-like head of his cock. She licked and kissed, sucking away the fresh droplets of his excitement.
Her hands eased the rigid length of his cock upward, exposing its veined underside. Flicking and brushing in lust-igniting strokes, she laved down, then up, then down, then up again. Over and over, she licked at him, bathing every thick inch of his prick in oral delight.
And when she was satisfied that she had paid sufficient attention to his lancing manhood, she diverted herself with his balls. Pleasure shuddered through his body as that soft, wet tongue cajolingly tapped at his rock filled sac. He groaned with deep-throated satisfaction. Her oral tactics were unbelievable. The tingling electricity she awakened within him was indescribable.
Loving devotion to her task seemed to be her prime motivation as she went about sating the man that had given her what she had wanted. Tenderly, so very tenderly, her tongue tip probed at the hardness of his testicles. Her soft flourishes only increased as his moans announced his mounting lust.
Then she laved her curling tongue around his ball bag, lavishing her oral caresses on him, occasionally letting her tongue dart to the sensitive area of his scrotum to tickle and taunt for a few brief moments.
Her next action literally left him gasping. Opening her mouth widely, she took his balls into the sweet moistness of her face. Letting them dangle there for a few seconds to allow him to accustom himself to the fantastic sensation, she then began to suck. It was a gentle suction, just enough to let him know that she was there. She was using her lips and tongue to worship the lust-laden jewels of his manhood.
He was overloaded with the blazing need of his desire. He groaned and quivered under the marvelous feel of her mouth. It was more than a man could take for more than a few moments. He reached down and gently pulled her from his scrotum. His ball bag slid from her mouth, feeling cool and wonderful as it swayed in the open air.
Her eyes were now flaming with delight. She was fully aware of the need she was fanning in his loins. She realized the slow torturing effects of her teasing and reveled in the pleasure she was giving him.
Pleasures she had only started to give.
Once again, her head tilted toward the upturned length of his cock. Her mouth opened and she lightly bit at the swollen pole of his dick. She nibbled, like a dog with a bone. Then she slightly pulled him down and nibbled her way back and forth along the top side of his prod. And when she had completed the lusty circuit, she licked and laved as if she were trying to bathe away any pain she might have unintentionally caused.
She pulled away, her eyes glancing up to his face and the pleased smile on his lips. Her expression was that of some predatory feline, as if telling him to prepare himself for what was to come next.
He was prepared and primed. She had kissed and licked and laved and teased and taunted and nibbled to her heart's content. Now she was ready to give him what all the careful preliminary titilation had been about.
Slowly, her head once more moved forward. The full, luscious lips of her mouth puckered, forming a lewd ring of lust. Her mouth opened to accept the meaty, swollen mass of his cock. Her lips pouted over the pulsing knob of his glands. Down her head slid, allowing him to travel over the velvet carpet of her tongue. Down she continued taking him into her face one inch at a time.
He watched with amazement. Her cheeks filled with the ponderous column of his prick. But still her misty blonde hair edged down, ever downward.
He groaned as the bulging crown of his shaft nudged at the back of her throat. Even then, her sliding lips didn't stop. She sucked her breath in deeply through her flaring nostrils and moved on down his rail of bone-hard cock. He felt himself edge into the depths of her throat, as she swallowed up every inch of his fleshy sword.
Her lips planted in a firm white ring around the base of his prick, she rolled her eyes up to him. Her oral capacity was fantastic and she was fully aware of her unusual talents. Gently, his hands caressed the sides of her face in appreciation.
With the same slowness, she eased off his rod, allowing him to watch each glistening inch emerge from behind her lips. He could feel his cock moving within her mouth, as his fingers pressed against her cheeks.
Her upward course stopped as she once again reached the turgid head of his throbbing shaft. Her tongue teased in a flurry of lashing flourishes. Then her head suddenly dropped in one smooth graceful motion. What she had demonstrated just a few seconds ago was abruptly repeated. Only this time it was so rapid that he didn't realize what had happened until he felt her lips pressed around the root of his stalk of manmeat.
With the same swift friction-creating motion, she jerked back, her cheeks sinking in deeply as she sucked with all her might. Then she dropped back down the swollen column of his cock, taking him into the depths of her throat. She wasn't just sucking him off! She was impaling herself on his prick. She was fucking her face, orally raping herself!
His hips jerked and twitched, caught in the rhythm of her fantastic and unbelievable actions. If his balls had been burning before, they were now one seething mass of white-hot lava about to erupt.
Up and down her head jerked, sucking his cock in and out of the humid haven of her mouth. His hips bucked and hunched into her face. She accepted him, swallowing up the ponderous length of cock he offered.
There was no stopping now. He was on a sky-rocketing course of pleasure. Churning and boiling, his testicles unleashed the fiery load they carried. In a hot knot of lust, it pushed its way up through the tiny channel of his cock and exploded from the slitted mouth of his glands.
Her head jerked back so that only the pounding crown of his prick remained within the tight sheath of her lips. Blast after blast of hot sexual cream jetted into her mouth, splattering and coating. She swallowed, gulping down the fountains of his come. Her throat bobbed and her cheeks sunk inward as she drank away each spurt of his release. And then she sucked, milking him for any of the oozing fluids that might remain within his cock.
The wonders of her mouth were fantastic. But there is a point where pleasure crosses into the area of pain. He was rapidly approaching that point. Somehow, he managed to stagger back and still maintain his balance, as his own knees threatened to provide a repeat performance of the blonde's collapse.
Standing there, he smiled down at the woman whose own satisfaction was announced in her broad, pleased grin. He felt that some comment was needed at the moment, but it was all he could do to just stand there without falling on his face.
A voice suddenly broke into their world of carnal delights. "Linda, you greedy bitch! Don't use him all up! After all, I was the one that found him!"
It was Evelyn. The red-headed waitress had apparently been awakened by their activities.
Linda smiled as she slowly rose from the cool tiles and kissed him lightly, "She's right. Besides, I'm a working girl and I've got to drag myself to the office, no matter how much I'd like to stay."
Reaching out and gently caressing one of her mammoth tits, he returned her kiss. She shivered, but shook her head. "Don't let the size of Evelyn's breasts fool you. They're just as sensitive as these big knockers of mine."
He smiled as he lightly kissed her one more time, then turned to the bedroom where the other half of this fantastic duo and her small, perfectly rounded tits awaited his attentions.