Chapter 10

After that thrilling screw with Edna, Floyd's girl friend, my old monster lay dormant for a couple of days. Then I dropped a hint or two to Nell, but she wasn't having any. She still slept downstairs on the couch. So far as she was concerned, I might as well have been a castrated mutt in the dog house.

I wonder if the gals have secret methods of communication, especially where a king-size jock is concerned, say, like mine? Anyway, in less than a week, a cutie named Grace Martin, in our office, began giving me the glad eye. Now I may be dense in some ways, but not when a swell looker like Grace starts giving me the come-on.

Her name didn't match her personality and cock-raising equipment. And brother, she had it, maybe like the old timers used to rave about Clara Bow. But Grace was a blonde, not brunette. She had this long, naturally golden hair, cascading from her head. I was fearful at times that it might snag in our teletypes. She was continually flicking it aside so she could see what was going on, chiefly with the stiffening, low wad behind my pants zipper. Edna had talked, no doubt about it.

Grace's eyes were like pools of deep blue sky, transplanted to earth. The way they sparkled and widened when they flashed me a greeting, gave me just the signal I needed. She had a short upper lip and her lips were a bit prominent, as if she were pouting. Even in the hustle and bustle of our office I found her alluring and seductive. But this was peanuts compared to the feeling she gave me when I got her into a room at Floyd's Aloha Motel.

She didn't look very old, so I felt a little skittish about her parents.

"What about your folks, Grade?" I asked. "Will they wonder what—"

"No problem, Mister Excell. I'm staying overnight with my girl friend. Get it?"

"Yeah, Grade," I said. "Smart gal."

We were both rearing to go. It was rather warm in the room. I'd ordered a nice bouquet of red roses for the dressing table. They were perfuming the air, making me think of Omar the tentmaker.

But here I was, lying in my birthday suit on some clean sheets on a bouncy mattress. My jock was throbbing, my balls jerking up. What the hell was Grade doing in the bathroom? She'd been fooling around in there a long time, it seemed to me, but maybe I was just too horny and impatient. And . . .

But here she came at last. In the dim glow of the ruby night light she looked silky and sexy, aching for love. My old monster nearly went into convulsions. Grade stopped at the side of the bed and playfully spidered its jerking head.

"Where you from, big man?" she asked softly.

"I'm a Sooner, sweets," I told her.

"Lordy, man, that's a honey you got there!"

"Well, Gracie, we grow men and pricks there!"

She bent down and kissed me passionately. Her lips were firm and sweet. My cock leaped. I reached over and spidered her enticing thigh. She chuckled and shied off a step. "Careful, Mister," she warned. "My little trap might snap shut on you."

I laughed and patted her tantalizing ass. Her flesh felt firm and sleek. She bent over and kissed me again, a hot, lingering kiss that made my heart hammer. My hands caught behind her back and rolled her on top of me.

"Baby," I murmured, "you're the goddess of sex."

"Lordy, aren't we dramatic!" she cried.

My hands slipped down and grasped her alluring buttocks, and she moved, and brother, how she moved! Her delectable body felt almost like a coiled spring. Her flawless legs gripped my sides, holding me tight. Then she flipped over, never breaking her grip. Her hips went up, up, and her legs relaxed and pointed at the ceiling. She was gasping, writhing, her wet lips pressing against mine.

"Big man," she moaned, "I go for you. It was love at first sight when I came to your office. Fuck me, honey. Do it. Hold it in me, hard and deep. I don't care if it hurts."

So I did, and her legs tightened again, her pelvis coming up in rapid thrusts. Then she did an odd thing: she started shivering and I feared she was going to faint, but I kept thrusting and she matched me stroke for stroke. She whimpered, then cried out, her tight pussy palpitating and contracting till I thought my balls would explode. But I wanted to make it last as long as I could. I purposely held back. It was enticingly warm inside her pussy, very thrilling with its throbbings and palpitations. Her body felt seductively soft in my fevered embrace.

I slowed my movements and went gently as I could with my old monster's full length. Gracie was panting now, holding her pelvis tightly against me. Time and again, I kissed her luscious hot lips. They were firm and sweet. Her tongue was rigid and she thrust it savagely against mine. A thrill struck my balls and flashed all the way from my ass to my Adam's apple. I fought to keep from climaxing. Then a rocket flashed in my brain and gongs blasted my ears. I felt my semen coming in long ecstatic spurts. For a long moment I lay there, enjoying the orgasm, my eyes closed, my heart hammering. Then it almost stopped beating. My lover was lying silent and inert beneath me.

"Gracie? Gracie!" I cried. "Did you make it, baby! Did you get your jollies?"

She didn't answer. Getting quickly to my knees, I knelt beside her. She was breathing, but very slowly. Her face had gone deathly pale. I slapped her cheeks and chafed her hands.

"Grade?" I cried again. "Wake up, baby! Wake up!"

I was shaking all over, cold sweat popping out on my forehead. Was she going to die? Or had she only fainted? Then, in a few moments, her eyelids fluttered and her eyes opened. She smiled wanly and I heaved a sigh of relief. She reached up and patted my cheek. "Don't worry, big man," she murmured. "I'm fine. I always do this."

"You mean you pass out before you get your cookies?"

"Yes, honey," she said, gently. "But don't feel bad about it. I don't get cheated, really, I don't. The big thrill is sort of like a wonderful dream. I seem to be floating on a big, fleecy cloud when I come. Maybe it's like you feel when you're smoking pot. I don't smoke it, but I know others who do."

"Grade, you scared the crap out of me. Why didn't you warn me what to expect?"

"I'm sorry, big man, really I am. You're so sweet I'm going to make it up for the fright I gave you."

She grasped my tool in firm fingers and moved her lithe body around. Her lips parted and she took my whacker in her mouth. Then her tongue started spanking the head in sharp, thrusting jabs. It thrilled me clear down to my toes. She was going to make me climax and deny herself. She'd even let me squirt hot cream down her throat. I couldn't bear for her to do that. She was too dainty, too sweet.

"Stop it, Gracie," I begged. "I want you to have fun, too."

She raised her radiant head and nodded, then settled back on the bed. She lifted her hips, inviting me to use my tongue. Damn! I'd just give this little honey a double thrill resolving not to panic if she fainted. My tongue kept spanking her glossy pussy, while I located her hardening clit with my finger. I was astounded at its size. The base was large as a nickel, its appendage over an inch long. I started spidering it gently.

"Oh, Wade," she murmured, "it's good. I hope I don't pass out. Easy, big man, easy! I want to get my cookies, but not like this. I want that king-size prick inside me, jerking and spurting."

I never argue with the ladies, when screwing is involved, so I obeyed her, repeatedly kissing her clit and the pink lips of her pussy. She sighed and shivered, then relaxed. Her lips melted into mine and I mounted her in the way nature intended. Pressing down in deep, deliberate thrusts, I felt Gracie writhing and twisting beneath me. Then I withdrew all the way, waited a moment, then thrust hard and deep. She yelped and clutched me tightly. I felt her body shuddering and writhing, then stiffening and quivering. She pushed her pelvis up, up, whimpering and moaning. My old monster exploded in breathtaking spurts.

"Wade, Wade!" she cried. Oh, Lord, it's happening! Now, now. Don't worry if I—"

Then, again, her body shuddered and relaxed beneath me. I pulled out and stared at her. Her face was pale, set, and her body inert. Damn! She'd passed out again.

I tried not to panic. She'd be all right in a minute, wouldn't she? She'd told me she'd be all right, but maybe . . .

Finally, her breath came normally. I put my head against her breast, listening for her heart. It was beating faintly and rapidly. So why the hell didn't she come out of it? I slapped her cheeks and chafed her cold hands. Ye gods, what if she didn't regain consciousness?

She opened her eyes. They looked dull and bewildered. She stared at me blankly for a few moments. Then recognition dawned and she smiled wanly.

"Oh, Wade," she murmured, "aren't I the odd one? I'm sorry, really I am. You'll never want to screw me again. I love you, big man. You will do it again with me, won't you? Maybe I wouldn't pass out and—"

I forced a laugh. "Don't worry, Gracie," I said, lightly. "We both got our jollies, didn't we? That's all that matters. No problem, really."

But it was, and I think she knew I was lying. I was scared she would pass out. For keeps! Then I'd be in one hell of a fix, with a dead girl under my belly. That would call for some tall explaining all around and probably cost me my good job. And jobs like mine weren't so easy to come by.