Chapter 13

I'd been watching Lissa pretty closely for some time, and I suspected she'd been getting her sex, but I didn't dare say anything to Nell. She was already sore at me, somehow blaming me for the way we believed Lissa was carrying on. Nell was still sleeping downstairs on the couch. I had a hunch she was aching to be screwed, but would she admit it? Not on your life! You know how stubborn females can be.

"Wade," she told me one morning over my coffee, "what else can you expect? She's exactly like you were when you were catting around."

That made me mad, but I didn't get back at her. I figured she'd get to craving a lay before long, she'd come upstairs and crawl in bed with me.

But she didn't, and my balls got so overloaded that I started dreaming about pussy. In my dreams I'd have a swell cutie all lined up, hot as a boy's pistol. But just when I got ready to feed her eight inches of stiff stick, I'd wake up with a terrific hard-on. I've never been able to figure out why the hell this always has to happen.

But I still think the females have a way of instinctive communication, especially where screwing is concerned. If they haven't, how come this Peggy King, working in the office next to mine, started giving me the hot sign? Had Gracie told her about my old monster? Certainly looked like it; but do all women crave a huge jock? Maybe not, but that seems to be the general opinion among us males. Anyway, on Saturday afternoon, after a nice shower, the air was sweet and cool. Man, it was going to be a swell night for a jazzing spree with this Peggy. We had agreed to meet about nine at the Rosebud Motel, ten miles out on Interstate Thirty.

I got there a little ahead of her. When I saw her wheeling up in her compact car, my whacker started jumping and my balls twitching. When she got out of her car she was almost beside herself with anticipation. We had no trouble getting in. I signed the register as Mr. and Mrs. Bill Brown. The clerk was an insignificant little fart with eyes like a deceased mackerel.

"Brown, eh?" he nasaled. "Had quite a few Browns this evening, but not too many Joneses or Smiths."

"All right, guy!" I growled. "What number?"

"Third cabin down, on your right."

Inside the cabin, the air was cool and comfortable. Peggy stood there, breathing fast and twisting her fingers.

"Calm down, baby," I told her. "Nobody's going to snitch on us."

I started disrobing, but she didn't. She just threw her enticing arms about my neck and kissed me lingeringly. It was sweet and thrilling.

"Just like that, eh!" I exclaimed.

"I've wanted to do that for quite a while, big man," she blurted. "And you wouldn't even give me a tumble."

"Well, baby," I said, fondling her alluring boob through her white blouse, "we'll just have to make up for lost time."

Peggy was a tall, willowy cutie, dark haired and eyed. I was certain she must have all the cock-raising equipment in the book.

"Hey, mister," she broke the silence. "A dime for your thoughts."

"Do I have to tell you, Peggy? Skin out of those rags and let's get to know each other. And just call me Wade."

I reached over and helped her shed her clothes. My gaze dropped to her delicate silken clad ankles. Then, naturally, my stares moved upward. "Peggy, babe," I said, grinning, "you didn't leave a damn thing at home, did you?"

"I brought every sexy pound, Wade," she said, throwing her radiant arms about my neck and pressing her pelvis against mine. "And you, big boy, brought all yours along, too. God, man, what are you packing down there? A fire hose?"

"Just one old monster, Peggy, but what are we waiting for?"

We fell on the bed together. I stared at her fascinating body and her gaze took in mine. Her eyes bugged when she got another look at my whacker. "God, man, you sure all that's just one—"

"Yes, doll. It's what nature hung onto me."

I gasped, staring at Peggy's tantalizing body. Nature, I thought, must have been screwing three times a day when she created this gorgeous creature. The night light cast a soft glow on Peggy's face and perfect neck and shoulders. Her titties were large but neat, with no sag. Her nipples were little delectable mounds of ruby red, making me think of ripe cranberries. I had a wild urge to bite them, hard. Her stomach was flat and white as a silver plate and her hips flared slightly, just enough to make them delicately feminine.

She was aching to be fucked, I could see that! I watched the muscles quivering just above the dazzling mat of curling hair, dark as a crow's wing. It was jealously trying to hide her enticing pussy. Its pinkish lips were parted and I had a feeling that they were waiting to snap shut on my prick.

"Wade, baby," she murmured. "I'm a little scared of that big thing. You will take it easy, won't you?"

I saw tiny beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. Her gaze moved down to my crotch and she caught her breath. "You will, won't you, big man?"

"Of course, Peggy." I patted her superb ass. "I wouldn't hurt you for the world. I want to thrill you."

I knew I was a damn liar. Hell, if she wasn't used to screwing, eight inches of hard cock rammed into her tight pussy would make her scream.

Her firm boobies were touching my chest and her stiffened nipples raked mine. I got a strange sort of thrill from this. Then suddenly Peggy started trembling. I gave her a long look. Brother, was she scared!

"I know it's hard to believe, Wade," she stammered, "but I'm a virgin."

"But I thought-"

"I know, honey. I talked big. I thought you liked girls who'd been—"

"Stop fretting, Peggy. You're going to like it. Haven't you ever got your cookies at all?"

She threw her arms about my neck and squeezed hard. "Not exactly. A couple of girls and I tried a few things once."

By now my cock was going wild, my balls aching. Peggy a virgin? Was it possible, after she'd practically asked for a stiff prick? But she looked deadly serious and . ..

"If you don't really want it, Peggy," I said, "I'll-"

"Oh, I do, Wade, I do! I've dreamed that you would be the first man. Why did you have to go get married? I wish you hadn't, then I'd make you marry me."

I grinned at her. "I don't crave to be jailed for bigamy, baby."

Her enticing body was trembling against mine.

So I tried to calm her down. I kissed her lingeringly and passionately, spanking her sweet tongue with mine. I ran my hands over her flawless back and shoulders, and cupped her boobs with soothing fingers. I kissed her nipples, bit them gently. They came to life like magic, hardening and standing out.

"Wade, honey," she moaned, "that's marvelous. I feel it clear down to my pussy."

My hands sneaked to her neat pelvis. She whimpered and pushed up. She hugged me tightly, and her hips writhed and tensed. I took her hand and placed it on the head of my throbbing stick. Her fingers closed around it and she gasped and moaned. Gently, I spread her white legs and her knees pointed at the ceiling. I eased in between her thighs and mounted her. She moaned again and clutched me wildly.

Was she actually a virgin?

I let the head of my prick ease through the dark mat of curly hair, which seemed to repel any invader. But it was out of luck. My whacker touched her ruby-lipped pussy then felt her clit.

I took it very easy, felt the knob of my whacker enter her pussy just a little. She flinched, twisted her hips, then pushed up with her pelvis. She wanted more! I spanked her nipples again with a stiff tongue. She gasped and moaned, as my whacker went in a little farther. She'd been telling the truth: her little pussy was tight as that miserly fist. She kept pushing up and I felt the maidenhead. I thrust rather hard to break through, and she yelped and shuddered.

I felt like pulling out, telling myself I was a horse's ass to pick her cherry, but she'd asked for it, hadn't she?

So I gave one hard thrust and felt my balls strike her anus. Peggy had surrendered her sweet little cherry. An ecstatic thrill raced through me, all the way from my ass to my appetite. Peggy's pussy grasped my old monster like a chippy does a ten-dollar bill.

Had I better stop? No, I thought. Anyway, once a stiff prick gets past the knob, it never comes out till it speaks its piece.

So I clutched her hips and spread her alluring thighs wider. Her tantalizing legs locked about me. Her dark eyes were closed tightly, and her face was pale and rigid. I began plunging in and out. She was moaning and pounding the bed with her small brown fists.

"Wade, honey," she cried, "nobody ever told me this could be so wonderful! You're mine, Wade. No one else is ever going to have you!"

Phew! That would take a bit of doing, but I said nothing, just kept humping. My balls were about to jerk up into my belly. That old telltale fluttering arose in my bag.

"Do it with me, Peggy, now . . . now . . ."

"I am, honey. Something wonderful is . . . Oh, I feel it. I must be about to come . . . Wade .. . now!"

A moment later, she uttered a sharp little cry and her body went tense, as I felt my old monster spurting cream deep inside her pussy.

Later, I pulled out and went to the bathroom. My prong was somewhat worse for wear. Peggy had indeed been a virgin. The knob of my prick proved it. I washed in cold water and went back to her. She rested on her belly, her cute little brown spot grinning at me. She smiled and sighed, then murmured. "Wade, big man, I hope I get pregnant, really I do. I'd never stop loving you and I'd treasure our baby. I don't care if you are married. I'd make you get a divorce and marry me." She laughed, and after a moment, added, "And I'd make you screw me a dozen times a day!"

"Back up, honey, " I said, shuddering, "not that many." But kick Nell out and marry Peggy? It just wasn't written in my book.