Chapter 6
When Rudy awoke the following morning he felt a glow of complete satisfaction. His hand stole down to his cock and held the instrument of his physical satisfaction. Then he cupped his ball-sac gently squeezing his spermal, liquid joys, the fount of all the hot juices which he loved to shoot into his girls' pussies. He smiled, still half dozing with his eyes closed, at the workout he had given Marcie the night be fore. It had been rough, so he decided to ease up on her a little this morning. He flung one arm over to her side of the bed, groping gently for the softness of her body. When he felt nothing, he opened his eyes and saw the bed was empty.
"Come to papa, Marcie," he called into the bathroom before realizing she wasn't in there either.
He bounded out of bed, silently cursing to himself. He had pushed things too fast after all. Here the most promising bird he'd ever fucked had probably flown the coop -back to mama and papa.
Rudy stopped short when he came to the closet. He smiled with relief when he saw that Marcie's clothes and luggage were still there. That meant she was still in the vicinity. She had probably just awakened early and gone to get breakfast alone.
This girl was no different from the rest. He had her just where he wanted her physically. Rudy, the old master hadn't lost his touch. She would probably dutifully bring him coffee and sweet rolls as she knew he liked for breakfast.
He got up and ambled to the bathroom. He stared at himself for a few moments in the mirror, then stepped into the shower. Mar cie would be back by the time he got out, he thought.
He bellowed lustily as the warm water pelted him, then twisted knobs for cold. This invigorating blast, followed by a brisk toweling, made him fit for another day. After all that sleep he'd gotten, he was in shape to screw the girl's box again right now.
He had most of both cheeks shaved and was working on the difficult area of his neck when he heard the outer door of the motel room open.
"Marcie?" he called.
"Yes."
"Couldn't wait for breakfast,eh?" he chuckled. "You should have awakened me. We could have had fun, then gone out together."
She didn't say anything.
"Come in here, sweetie," he said as he completed the last swipe of the razor.
"I'll wait until you're through." Her voice seemed unusually serious, and this fact gave her words a slightly different meaning than they otherwise would have had.
"Wait for what?" Rudy asked.
"To talk."
"What's to talk about?" he queried cheerfully. "Let's wait, okay?"
Yeah, a funny kid, he thought. She had to make a serious case out of everything. But that was the way inexperienced women were. He'd been through all of this before.
After wiping the excess lather off his face, he slapped on some of his expensive shaving lotion he always used. Two pounds the bottle, it was. But it was a good investment. There was something about that fragrance that really got the quails.
Rudy brushed his teeth noisily, rinsed his mouth, and took a couple of minutes to apply hair dressing and comb his hair. Then he stepped, naked, into the other room, his long prick dangling from the massive curly roots, and the dark wrinkled scrotum weaving below the tangled pubic hair.
He stopped, a pair of shorts in his hand, and squinted at her. "What are you so huffed about?" he demanded. "Because I got a little rough last night? Well men are like that sometimes. It doesn't mean anything. I didn't really hurt you."
"You don't seem like the same man I fell in love with," Marcie complained.
With just his shorts on, he took an aggressive stance and stared at her. "What the hell's the matter?" he demanded. "Do I have to keep telling you I love you every hour on the hour? Okay I love you. Is that good enough? Let me know when an hour's up and I'll tell you again." He turned to get a fresh shirt.
Marcie stood up and turned her back to him. How could she have been so wrong about a man? He wasn't at all like he had seemed when they were going together, in the north country. But she still loved him. Last night had been wonderful, at least until he had begun to act rough. Now he apologized for that.
She turned and gave him a smile. "I think I could go for some breakfast now. I'm famished."
"That's the girl." Still without pants on, he walked over to her. "How about a good morning kiss?"
She moved against him, and they embraced. His lips warmed her own soft mouth and his tongue was like an electric goad. Tonight, she thought. Tonight he'll fuck me again. Already, and in spite of everything, she was looking forward to that, the feeling of his big hot dong filling her vulva, surging burning, thrilling, and then the climax, his hot wet juices shooting up her cunt in profuse pleasure.
It was in the afternoon, about three o'clock that the Jaguar, not quite as sleek-looking after three long days of driving, became swallowed up by the labyrinthine highways of the outskirts of London.
There was no schedule which Rudy had to meet in the City here. He could have postponed their arrival for a day or two and it wouldn't have made any difference. But he was anxious. His business sense was at work. This was, after all, a business trip. Even the "Time Out" he had taken with Marcie during the second day of the drive had primarily been a business matter, as far as Rudy was concerned.
Marcie, whatever else she might mean to him, was first of all a commodity to be marketed. She was a marvelous body, a big exciting pair of teats, a sweet cunt made for a man's prick, with a passionate hot nature for fucking. A perfect hump.
Rudy was pleased with the success of the processing so far. He looked forward to even more rapid progress for the next few days.
Fighting to keep his eyes open as he guided the big car along the highway, he turned off in the direction of the center, near Soho.
At quarter to four in the afternoon cars moved, and people were in groups like ants. Rudy spotted a run-down hotel on a side street and brought the car to a stop.
"Where are we?" Marcie asked, half awake. "We're here, sweetie. London town."
"Have it wait until tomorrow morning," she said, snuggling against the car's upholstery.
Rudy laughed and got out of the car. His joints were stiff, and there was a dull ache of fatigue all through his body. As he rang the bell at the door of the desk, his only thought was of rest. This was the first time in his life that Rudy had arrived at a hotel with a woman and had nothing but sleep on his mind. No boffing an exciting pussy, no emptying his swollen nuts into her hot vaginal walls -just rest.
When all the luggage was in the room and the trunk of the car was locked, Rudy walked to the door at Marcie's side and opened it. He lifted her off the car seat, her purse clutched in one of his hands, and pushed the car door shut with his knee. He stood her up, and wakened her.
When they got to the room Marcie flopped on the bed and was fast asleep. He tried to awaken her. No luck.
He rolled her onto her stomach, pulled down the zipper of her dress, and worked the garment off her shoulders. After turning her onto her back again, he tugged the dress off. He threw it over the back of a chair. Now he took off her shoes and dropped them beside the bed.
In her sleep, Marcie had twisted about, and her short half-slip had worked its way up to her hips. She was sprawled on her stomach, her legs and bush-framed pussy exposed above the tops of her nylons. Rudy stared at the plump, smooth, creamy-toned flesh which was revealed, and he decided he had lived the life of a cpiihate for too long. Suddenly his tool lusted to thrust into that hot little cavern, to feel the warmth of her vaginal tube burning taut about his swollen penis, and to feel the aching joy of his prick emptying his seminal jets into her tight, pulsating orifice.
He took hold of Marcie's half-slip and lifted it all the way to the small of her back, his cock hard with desire, his balls aching with lust.
Ahhhh. She had complied with is request and dispensed with a panty girdle. She had dispensed with everything, as a matter of fact, except for a thin white garter belt. Her buttocks were bare, gleaming.
Perhaps there were prettier sights in the world than the shapely behind of a young woman, framed by garter belt and stocking tops. Rudy couldn't think of any at that moment.
Marcie's behind was prettier than those of most of the girls he had known. Marcie was prettier all over and in every way.
He placed his hand squarely across her naked buttocks, and shimmied them gently. The feel of that resilient flesh was invigorating to say the least. He parted the juicy mounds and bent his face between them, smelling the tart odor of them. He lanced his tongue into her exposed arse-hole and jabbed it in about an inch.
"Uh...." Marcie said.
Rudy lifted his hand and brought it down smartly against her plump buttocks, enjoying the jiggling feel and sight of them.
"Mmmmmm<"
He spanked her again, a little harder, and she rolled onto her side, aiming her buttocks away from him. Now an even more enticing view was presented.
Rudy got onto his knees beside her. She had her pants on, and that was the only trouble. Get that off her, he thought, and her box would be exposed to accept his big, willing shaft.
He reached along her side for the bra strap, deftly pinched it one-handedly, and peeled her bra toward him. One breast popped out. Then the other, they jiggled a few times like pudding and lay still.
"Are you always going to wake up your wife like this?" Marcie asked. She didn't seem angry.
"Can you think of a better way?" he challenged, stretching out beside her and bringing his lips close to where his hand was working gently, on the hot, bared boobies.
"I like," she admitted, tousling his hair.
He took one of her thrusting pink nipples to his lips as he worked the other with his thumb and forefinger. The rubbery firm rolling of that nubbin was a delight to feel, and the subtle tang of the other one was just as delightful.
As Rudy made love to her titties this way, Marcie moved a hand over his body and found his love-handle. She caressed and squeezed his hard staff, stroking it hotly like a schoolboy jerking himself off. She freed her other hand from beneath his shoulder and moved that one through the hair on his chest. Both of her hands moved over his parts, caressing passionately one fondling his jutting penis, the other squeezing his balls.
Rudy's parted lips danced downward along her body, pausing here, then there, then where she most wanted them to be. She had lost him by that time. She nearly lost her grip on reality when he began to kiss her in that wildly wonderful way he had.
Too soon, his lips were sliding along her legs, moving as far as the rim of one stocking, following the rim about, then jumping to the rim of the other one.
She clutched him at the back of the head and pressed his face to her cunt as she opened her legs wide and his mouth drew upon the honey of her woman-slit. His tongue licked her pussy again. She began a sharp quaking. She was almost there.
He didn't permit her to achieve climax by mouthing her box. He straightened himself on the bed and used his hands to bring her to him. She didn't resist. She wanted to prove her love.
She raised her head now, and stretched out on her back, parting her legs wider, wanting him to slip his penis into her vagina. He did. He shoved his big pulsating cock into the slick hotness of her vulva.
Her body moved to the passion beat he was transmitting, and she humped, as her cunny passage pumped up and down, slippery and wet around his thrusting, marble-hard prick.
To Marcie, the thrill of his prick fucking inside her seemed to get better every time. Screwing with Rudy was so much better than with anyone else she had known. That proved he was the only man for her, she thought. She only hoped that he felt that way, also.
As he began to move, his pump prick faster, Marcie clutched him. She lifted her arms high and flexed them anxiously. Then her nails began scratching at Rudy's buttocks. This spurred him even more.
He didn't slap her with his hand this time. He didn't need the benefit of the added stimulation which such action gave him. He was there, right now, at his destination, and once again, he shot a profuse wad of hot sperm into her climaxing cunt, filling the intimate passage with the usual flood come-juice.
He thought, as he withdrew his limp, slippery organ from her wetness and rolled away, that it was going to be a shame, in a way, to give up his exclusive rights to this girl. A guy could do a lot worse than to marry her, he decided. That would be the day, he thought, as he hopped off the bed and headed for the shower, his naked bottom rolling and his dangling cock trailing a string of egg-white sperm in a gossamer streak down his hairy leg.
Marcie lay back on the pillow and sighed contentedly. It was wonderful to be in London at last. She thrilled possessively as she heard Rudy splashing in the shower. It was wonderful to be in London with the man she loved, preparing to go flat hunting. She was so happy to be settling down with Rudy. She loved everything about him, his dark good looks, his knowledge of big city ways, his terrific love-making ability. When his big, thrilling rod was in her cunt, she had excitement to last a lifetime.
When he came out of the shower, she felt overwhelmed by the clean soap scent of his masculinity as he passed the bed. She reached out playfully and fondled his loins. Then with a sudden impulse, she swung herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Before Rudy was aware of what she was doing, her eager lips were paying homage to his maleness. She put the knob of his dick into her mouth and manipulated the skin covered head with her toneue. Her mouth and tongue worked with burning rhythmic desire to please. Rudy's manhood pulsed with instant lust as she enveloped his erecting cock with the moist surprise of her impetuous act. His loins arched vigorously for moments and then his entire body stiffened as if struck by lightening. He groaned with the happy peak surges that flooded through him, and once again he shot his wad, but this time, not in her vagina. His spasming, emptying prick was jetting his sperm between a different set of lips than usual. As he filled her mouth with his starchy flow, he took this as a sign of her love for him.