Chapter 6
He had no Idea how long he just stood there staring at the highway. Still as confused as ever, he finally turned, definitely needing a drink or two or five.
Finding the reunion crew still dancing to the off-key blues numbers of the pianist, he walked directly to the bar and ordered a straight shot of bourbon, tossing it down in one gulp. Then he repeated the order and disposed of it in exactly the same manner.
As he prepared for a third of the same, Rhonda was at his side, cancelling the order and turning to him, "Best take it easy, Sam. You put those last two away like a man trying to drink himself into oblivion."
He didn't reply, but once again ordered the bartender to prepare a bourbon, this time with water. He sipped at it when the drink arrived, avoiding the concerned gaze of the woman beside him.
"It's Joanna, isn't it?" she asked, but only received silence as an answer.
Rhonda reached out and her hand closed around his, squeezing gently, "It's Joanna, all right. She's the only thing that could ever get you this upset."
He turned and smiled at her, "You know me too well."
"I've been through this too many times with you not to know," she answered. "You've got it bad and you always will."
He didn't reply, but only sipped at his drink.
"I guess I should have told you about Joanna this afternoon, but I really didn't think she'd show up for the reunion. She keeps pretty much to herself ever since her marriage," Rhonda continued.
"Marriage?" he pressed her to go on.
She nodded, "About three years ago she and oilman out of Houston met while she was on some sort of European tour. Shortly after she returned, they were married. It lasted all of a week."
"A week?" he eyed the small woman. "What was the problem?"
Rhonda shrugged, "No one ever heard... not from Joanna, at least. But there was plenty of speculations and rumors. Most of them centered along some tale of frigidity."
It didn't set right in his mind. Joanna's reactions to him had been anything but frigid. In fact, he had been surprised by the passion displayed. He shook his head and sipped at his drink.
"Sam," Rhonda said. "Look, I don't know what happened between you and Joanna, but if there's anything I... "
"Don't worry," he smiled. "You've already done it. I'm a big boy now and I'll work it out."
"Good," she smiled, rising on her tip-toes to quickly kiss his cheek. "I'm willing to bet that's just exactly what you'll do. But if you need help tonight, you know I'm willing."
His smiled widened, "Woman, you never cease to amaze me. It's a hard offer to refuse, but it wouldn't be fair to you. Besides, I think you've got other things planned for the night."
She followed his nod across the room where Frank stood, trying to appear casual while his eyes kept shooting them sideways glances.
"Yeah, I guess I have," she chuckled. "Wish me luck. Maybe this time that clod will get the message."
"My luck," he grinned, watching the woman cross the room to Frank. Maybe this would be the night. Rhonda was just the type of woman to bring out the hidden man in Frank. That is, if that man wasn't buried too deep behind his facade of squareness and conservatism.
His eyes then drifted around the room, as he pondered what to do next. The majority of the group were either still on the dance floor or lost in conversations centering on their high school days together. A rather loud belligerent voice drew his attention to a small group standing in the opposite corner of the room. It was Fish Hook Bronsan, who looked like he had already exceeded his limit by seven or eight drinks.
However, Sam's vision was drawn to a very friendly smile from the big man's wife. Again he got the feeling the woman would have been more than willing to be rescued from her husband. And if there was a woman that needed rescuing, it was Ann. She presented a terribly tempting morsel to rescue, dressed in a long white evening dress that was slitted all the way down her side and held together by thin string-like straps. It was quite apparent she wore absolutely nothing beneath the clinging dress.
Fully intent on at least walking over and flirting with "the one that got away," he abruptly changed his mind. His own depressing mood atop his heavy drinking could easily lead to an ugly scene with Fish Hook. While the man didn't particularly physically threaten him, there was no reason to go looking for trouble.
Instead, he placed his empty glass on the bar and walked from the building, to his Porsche. The drive back to the motel, with the windows rolled down, helped clear his mind some, but did nothing to remove Joanna from his vision. Her obvious reactions just didn't jive with Rhonda's rumors of frigidity.
Once back in his room, he quickly stripped and stepped into the shower. Even using his old trick of alternating the blasts of water between hot and cold did nothing to stop his thoughts of Joanna. He tried to see a humorous side to the whole incident, but even the irony that after ten years the same girl had returned to turn his world topsy-turvy as she had done so many times in the past was just too black at the moment to raise an amused smile on his lips.
Finally, twisting off the shower and grabbing a towel, he briskly rubbed himself dry as he walked into the small living room of his suite. It was still relatively early in the night for him and he had no want for sleep at the moment, just something to get Joanna off his mind.
Idly, he flicked on the television, noting the TV schedule called for a Marx Brothers film on the late movie, then dropped down on the sofa, trying to lose himself in the utter absurdity of their escapades. It worked. By the time the movie was less than half way through, Joanna and her strange reaction to their attempted lovemaking seemed as though it had occurred in a dream, an unsettling nightmare.
As he rose during the commercial to pull one of the beers from the refrigerator, a knock came from the door. Grabbing up the towel from where he had left it on the couch, he wrapped it around his waist, smiling as he remembered the last time he had answered the door in similar attire.
Neither Evelyn nor Linda stood outside. However, Ann Bronsan did, still dressed in that clinging, slinky evening dress he had noted earlier that evening. Her eyes dipped to his own towel for a moment, as a smile played over her red lips.
"Are you going to invite me in, Sam?" she asked. "Or are you going to ignore me like you did today at the country club?"
"Come in," he smiled, making a mental note to purchase a bathrobe as soon as he got back home. This habit of greeting visitors at the door was getting a bit ridiculous.
"You've got quite a style," her eyes lingered on his face for a moment, then slowly drifted back to the towel, as if she were trying to remove it with her gaze.
"If you come knocking at a man's motel room in the middle of the night, you take your chances," he answered.
"It looks like I was the lucky one," she returned his smile, as she moved to the sofa and seated herself. "Besides, the towel makes us equal... I haven't got a stitch on under this."
"I noticed," he answered, wondering if she really thought anyone could ignore a fact so obvious. Her dress left very little to the imagination. "I was just about to get myself a beer, would you care for one?"
She shook her head, "At least you don't have to say that line about slipping into something more comfortable. I'd say you're just about as comfortable as a man can get. So don't worry about my sensibilities. Like you said, I took my chances."
She was apparently trying the game Evelyn and Linda had played the night before, seeing if she could make him feel uncomfortable. She was, but he'd never let her know that. At the moment he had no intention of changing from his towel. If Ann got her kicks from staring at a man's half exposed crotch, he'd see that she got her kicks this night.
"Where's your husband?" he called back into the living room, as he pulled a beer from the refrigerator and yanked off its top with a resounding "pwack."
"Passed out like a light on the floor to our room," she chuckled. "He won't come around until noon tomorrow. It happens every time he drinks and gets to talking about the good old days."
Sam doubted seriously that Fish Hook Bronsan ever had a good day, whether it was old or new. But he let the comment go unspoken. As it was, he couldn't find anything to say as he returned to the living room. Ann now stood beside the sofa. Her dress was casually tossed over the back of a chair. She hadn't been joking when she said she wasn't wearing a stitch beneath it.
"Surprised?" she smiled knowingly at him, letting her hands slide seductively along her sides.
He didn't reply. Not that a reply was necessary. His wide-eyed expression said it all, as his eyes roved over the sleekness of the brunette's nakedness. His gaze was immediately drawn to the slightly pendulous globes of her tits, as her hands cupped under each of the fleshy cantaloupes and squeezed them suggestively. An action that sent the already stiff nipples jutting out at him.
"Shocked, Sam?" she grinned. "That's the last reaction I would have expected from a man that spent half his high school career trying to get into my pants."
"Not shocked," he answered, placing his beer on an end table, as she languidly strolled before him, her hand reaching out and teasing at the top of his towel. "Just surprised, pleasantly so."
She grinned coyly up at him from under her long lashes. Her fingertips dipped under the towel and tugged slightly. The terry cloth fell from his waist to the floor, unveiling the dangling hose of his cock. She sighed softly, as if she had received her own pleasant surprise.
"Ever since I saw you this afternoon, I've been thinking about all those nights you tried so damn hard to get this beautiful thing in between my legs," her fingers tauntingly drifted up the outside of his thighs, weaving through his pubic hairs to the awakening length of his sex. "You really could get a little farm girl turned on. But I was saving it for my wedding night... "
Her comments were interrupted by a deep groan of passion as his hands encompassed the lovely forms of her tits. His thumbs pressed against the stiff buds of her brown nipples, rubbing and rolling them. Her own fingers circled the rising shaft of his loins, grasping it roughly. In surprise, he jerked and twitched as lust once more boiled up from his balls.
"... Well, the wedding night's over and has been for a long time," she managed to continue, even though his kneading hands had her eyes fluttering with the profusion of pleasure sweeping through her body. "And there wasn't anything worth saving."
Firmly grasping the moldable globes of titflesh, he eased her to him, so that his fully erect cock nudged her belly just above the silken fringe of her cuntal down. An excited tremor shuddered through her at the intimate contact. Her vise-like grip on his rod loosened and her fists lasciviously jacked around the pole of hard flesh.
"And now?" he whispered, leaning toward her and finding the delicate lobe of her ear. His teeth lightly nibbled at it, then moved to her neck and shoulder, as his hands continued their erotic massage of her warm breasts.
"And now," she moaned, pressing her tits harder into his working palms, "I've been thinking about all those time I missed. It's had me damp all day and now I'm as hot as a bitch in heat!"
In a movement that tore a deep-throated groan of desire from her lips, his right hand abruptly abandoned the delectable mound it squeezed and toyed with and dropped to the bulge of her cunt. Without warning, his index finger shot up into the waiting hole of her lust.
She was wrong. She wasn't damp. His probing digit swirled around in a river of thick womanly juices. Her whole body shuddered convulsively as the pleasure he ignited seared through every cell of her body. She jerked to him, her swaying hips rolling the inflexible column of his cock wantonly over her stomach, smearing her flesh with the clear oozing drop of his preseminal secretions.
"Like a bitch in heat!" she repeated, as her mouth covered his, her tongue lashing around hungrily within his mouth, then withdrawing. "And now I want to make up for all that lost time... "
"... Ohhhhhhh!" he once more interrupted her comments, as his finger pumped in and out of her aching slash. "Be my dog, Sam! Be my dog!"
Immediately his finger slid from the fluid-slickened sluice of her cunt, making a wet sucking sound as it came free, "Down on the floor. On your hands and knees!"
She had named the game she desired to play and he was only too willing to oblige her needs, 'There's only one way to take a bitch in heat," he grinned lewdly, roughly digging his fingers into her tits for emphasis. "That's from behind! Now get on your hands and knees!"
She shivered with delicious anticipation, as she reluctantly pulled away from him and subserviently assumed the position he had commanded. Her ass wiggled up at him in a provocative dance of desire.
Lowering himself behind her, he gazed at the sleek eggshell-white ovals that jutted temptingly into the air. Long and rounded, they begged to be manhandled. Which is exactly what he did!
Grasping the twin cushions of flesh, he squeezed and kneaded his fingers into the resilient forms of her ass. Rapidly the delicate whiteness of her rear mounds was replaced by a glowing blush of pink, which quickly gave way to an aroused red. The woman kneeling before him groaned as waves of tingling goose-flesh raced up and down her spine.
Still he continued to squeeze and torture the upturned pillows of her bottom. He mashed them together and pulled them apart, his eyes racing down the deep crease of her ass to the brown ring of her anus. He amused himself with the thought of ramming his prodder into the tight little pocket, but then decided against it. This hot bundle of brunette had requested to be fucked dog-style and that was what he was going to give her.
Running a hand down between her wide-spread thighs, he grasped the uptilted mound of her pussy. She needed about as much preliminary play as he did, which was little or none at all! But as a youth, he had spent too many nights trying to get where he was now. Just to ram himself into her offered cunt and have done with it would have been a terrible waste. This woman was going to have a taste of the need she had created within him on those nights, before he slammed his plunger into the juice-slippery folds of her pussy.
"Aaaiieeeee," she squealed as he once more slipped a finger into the open core of her body.
Imitating the rough, hard technique he would soon use with his cock, he plummeted his finger in and out of the throbbing hole of desire. Her body reacted, jerking in an uneven hunching motion to accept the emplacement of his digit. She moaned, sucking in her breath in deep gulps of passion.
Higher and higher, her body rose toward the threshold of climax. But that was not the way he wanted this to happen. Once again, he jerked his finger from her clinging cunt.
"Nooooooooo!" she whimpered in a weak protest confused by his sudden change of tactics.
"Easy baby," he whispered as he clamped around the knoll of her pubis. "Nice and easy. We're going to take this slowly."
Her body languidly swayed with the firm kneading of her cuntal mound. The shuddering tremors of her desire slowly subsiding. Which was what he wanted. He then made his next move.
"Ugaagggaaahhh!" she grunted in startled surprise.
Two fingers!
He slammed two fingers into the humid heat of her pussy. He drove them deep, all the way up to their third knuckles. He spread them in the elastic confines of her cunt, stretching the spongy membranes in a corkscrewing motion.
It took no more than a second or two for her to overcome her surprise and adjust to his new techniques. Sighing with pleased satisfaction under the gyrating excitement of his new invasion, she began to move. Around and around in an undulating counterpoint gyration, she worked her pelvis, screwing herself solidly onto his two digits.
"Good!" she moaned. "So good!"
"Yeah," he grinned in agreement, slushing his fingers around in the ocean of her wetness. "And it'll get better!"
Immediately, he began to pump in and out of her upturned cunt. His fingers were stroking into her hot hole in rapid fire secession. Harder and harder he slammed into her. The wet sucking sounds of her hungry pussy smacked wetly through the room.
Responding to the determined finger-fucking, she jerked back and forth, helping him drive those two filling, stretching fingers deeper into the channel of her belly. She grunted and groaned, incoherently, as her body for the second time in a matter of minutes rushed desperately toward the release of her lust.
And for the second time in that same period, he wrenched his fingers out of her cunt, receiving further disappointed moans in protest of his unseemly actions. But she hadn't come to his room looking for a gentleman. She had said she wanted a dog to fuck a hot bitch. Which was where all of his tauntings were eventually leading.
But not at this moment!
His hands completely abandoned her lust-trembling quim and regained their grasping holds on the oval cushions of her still pinkly glowing hindcheeks. As he resumed his rough squeezing and molding of her haunches, he eased up behind her, pressing his belly to her ass and allowing the swollen shaft of his cock to rub tantalizingly over the pouted, moist lips of her uptilted vulva.
The action nearly drove the kneeling woman up the wall with excited desire. She jerked and hunched back into him, trying to capture his rigid staff in the pocket of lust that screamed to be fucked. It was an impossible task. No matter how much she squirmed and twisted and contorted her body, the best she could achieve was to sandwich the turgid lance between the wet, pink lips of her outer labia.
It was a position that allowed him to slowly work his hips in and out, treating her to another torture of pleasure as his fat rod eased back and forth over the extended bud of her clit. He was almost casual in his approach to the situation. The drain that had been placed on his seminal reserves in the past twenty-four hours was unbelievable. He was in no great rush to conclude this enticing nocturnal visit.
However, for the sexy brunette kneeling on her hands and knees before him, the biological need was a completely different matter. Every cell in her body was red hot for the taste of his promised cock, a cock he so tantalizingly slid over the aching lips of her cunt, yet so far from the fiery hole of her need. She shook and quivered and shuddered, aching for him to ram that thick prong deep into her body. Piteous little whimpers of wanton desire writhed from her lips.
"You bastard! You teasing bastard!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Damn you! Fuck me!"
To have continued his taunting game would have been rude, not to mention frustratingly cruel for the brunette. Despite all the nights he had left this sex-hungry woman at her door as a girl with his balls aching for relief, she was no longer the girl of his youth, but a woman with a fiery need; a need he could satisfy at the moment. He had given her the taste of what she had once provided him. Now he intended to sate her appetite with what she had refused herself time upon time.
Easing back a bit, he slid his cock's crown into the wet entrance of her pussy. His hips jerked and the full bone-hard length of his cock vanished into the heated pocket of her belly. Her pulsating folds enveloped him, squeezing down with relish. Her groan of pleasure-delight growled with bestial satisfaction from the depths of her throat.
There was no way of stopping her from getting what she wanted now. He had no intention of denying her needs any longer. He could have just knelt there motionless behind her and allowed the relentless hunching and twisting of her own body eventually to bring her the full release of lust she needed. But he didn't.
Instead, he leaned across the arched plane of her back, riding her as a dog rides a bitch in heat. His arms encircled her, his hands closing over the elongated pendulums of her tits. Clenching the resilient mounds like handles, his fingers wickedly dug into her soft, pliant flesh.
Then he fucked!
There was nothing gentle or tender about the way he took her. His hips jerking back and forth in strong, hard strokes, he ramrodded the adamantine rod of his sex in and out of the lubricant-slippery well of her cunt. Her body rocked and shuddered beneath him, jarred by the pounding impact of his pelvis. She grunted and groaned, throwing herself back to meet each driving thrust of his loins.
Harder and harder he slammed into her bucking body, plowing into the aching deeps of her aching pussy. Higher and higher she rode on the thickness filling her body, awakening the raging sensations she needed to quench her thirst.
She came!
Violently quaking and shuddering, she came with his root of flesh embedded deep within the recesses of her quim. Immediately, he halted the pounding thrusts of his cock, as he lay atop her back, soaking in the palpitating contractions of her orgasm-wracked pussy.
Anchored there, his full, rigid cock entrenched within her belly, he waited until she started her descent from the ecstasy she had achieved. Then his hips began their age-old motion once again.
Slowly at first, he eased himself in and out of her still trembling body. Hot and slippery with the overabundant flood of womanly fluids, she felt like sheer liquid fire around him, as her cuntal walls squeezed and milked at his length. Up and down in a slow rhythmic tempo, his hips rose and fell as he fed his prick into her upturned cunt.
There was still no need to rush. His balls were just beginning to feel the need to release a fresh load of come. The very fact that her thick juices were so heavy helped him maintain control over his own desire, as they lessened the friction set up by her clinging pussy.
Only when her own body was caught in the reawakening of its need, did he increase the tempo of his strokes. Pulling himself all the way out of her, so that only the throbby crown of his prick was entrenched in the mount of her cunt, he then shafted back into the volcanic heat of her interior.
She quickly picked up the rhythm of his fucking hips. Swaying gently at first, she accepted each plunge of his stiff pussy-pleaser. However, the gentle sway rapidly gave way to an insistent rocking motion that revealed her true capacity for cock. A capacity he willing filled with each increasingly strong thrust of his hips.
In and out, his unyielding column of manmeat drilled into the pink-lipped crevice of her sex. His belly bounced against the balls of her ass. She flowered around him. The folds of her cunt squeezed at his thickness and followed the gliding motion of his strokes.
Once again, her moans melted to lust-laden groans of need. Her body responded to his steady poling, hunching and waggling as her desire rose to full fervor. Ass to pelvis, they slapped into one another, as their passion soared.
He matched her this time, his balls aching to blast free another hot load of sperm and semen. He whipped himself into the enveloping folds of her pussy in deep grinding strokes. He pumped his plowing spike of white-hot need relentlessly into the lips of her pussy, almost as if he was punishing them.
She cried out as the waves of climax once more washed through her body. Gasping and moaning, her whole body was wracked by the wanton release of her lust. But still her body hunched and bucked, as if somewhere in her orgasm-clouded brain she realized that he was now rushing toward his own release.
Harder and deeper, he drove into her, abandoning his control to the writhing fires of lust consuming his groin. Deeper and deeper, he slammed his ramrodding cock into the contracting tunnel of her cunt. Harder and harder, he strove to drive himself into the recesses of her belly, balls and all.
The flames of lust rushed in a seething, sizzling path up from his balls. Through the pulsating shaft of his prick it pushed. Hot and thick, the sexual cream of his groin exploded out in a heavy fountain. He quaked and groaned as his body shuddered with each forceful blast.
He clung to her, his hands brutally clenching her tits as he emptied what surely had to be the last drops of come contained by his over-worked balls into the trembling pocket of her cunt. Spasmodically his body jerked and twitched atop her back, as he gratefully spilled his seed into the innermost depths of her belly.
Somehow, though he could not realize how, the sated brunette beneath him managed to lower herself and lay there, his weight pinning her to the floor. Together, they lay motionless for several minutes, trying to regain their breath and strength.
Eventually, as his deflating penis slowly withdrew from her come-oozing cunt, he rolled from her and collapsed on his back. Her head turned to him and her eyes opened as a smile turned up the corners of her mouth.
"I shouldn't have waited," she sighed. "But young girls can do foolish things."
He shook his head, "No complaints. It was worth the wait."
Sliding her naked body along his side, she raised herself on her elbows and kissed him, "It was worth the wait!"