Chapter 3
After Johnny, Eve became a phone freak-an obscene call freak, actually. She loved to make them.
Every night, as soon as Kenny left for work, she would pick up the phone book and go right down the list, picking out names that appealed to her and calling guys up. They didn't all result in fucking, but it was a thrill to her just to get a guy who would stay on the phone and listen to her talk dirty.
It made her hot just to describe what it would be like to go to bed with her. She would sometimes just tease the guy, and sometimes she'd get serious and make a date to look him over like she had with Johnny.
Within a month, she's fucked nineteen different guys. And each one seemed to be better than the last.
Eve was having the time of her life. She didn't even care if Kenny found out about it. It was well worth the risk.
One night, she came across the name of Ron Adler. She had no idea who it was. He lived out in the suburbs, and she'd never even been to his town. She liked the name and decided to give him a try.
As the phone rang and Eve sat waiting for Ron Adler to answer, she daydreamed about what he might look like. She always did that, and every once in a while, when she met the guy later, she'd find that she wasn't that far off.
This time, she pictured Ron as about thirty, blonde and built like a Ft. Lauderdale lifeguard-brawny and tanned and a set of pearly teeth and a Jimmy Carter grin.
"Hello, this is Ron Adler," the voice said. It was deep and resonant like a barrel-chested baritone in an opera.
"This is Denise," she said, her voice purring and soft like a singer in an intimate cafe. "How would you like to feel my tongue between your legs, Ron? How would you like to have me lick your balls and suck your cock and then shoot your cum right in my mouth?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. He was apparently too dumbfounded to reply.
"What's the matter, Ron? Cat got your tongue? I'd like to get your tongue. I'd put it right in my pussy and let you eat it for hours and hours and hours. Like that, Ron?"
"Jesus," he said. "Who is this, anyway?"
"My name is Denise, and I like to go to bed with big, brawny guys like you. What would you like to do with me, Ron? I have red hair and a body that will drive you out of your mind. Big tits, nice round ass, and a cunt that's always wet and ready."
She thought she could hear some pretty heavy breathing on the other end of the line, but she couldn't get him to talk like she wanted him to.
"Hey, Ron, don't I turn you on? What's the matter, eh?"
"How about Greeking," he finally said. "Interested in that?"
She had to admit she was stumped. She didn't know what he meant, and she told him so.
"You know," he said. "You're talking about Frenching, but I like the other end. You must know what Greek style means."
"I'm afraid you'll have to spell it out for me, Ron."
"All right, all right. Do you like to take it up the ass? I'm very loving and I have a really big cock. Want to try it?"
This was something entirely new to Eve. She'd never tried it in the shit-chute. She didn't even know what the word Greek meant, and now she was faced with a real decision. It interested her just because it was new, but she wondered whether it would hurt.
But she was determined to learn the sexual ropes from A to Z, and if Greek was part of it, she decided she'd give it a whirl.
"OK, I'm game," she said. "Just don't rip me in half."
He laughed. "No problem, sweetheart," he said. "I told you I'm very loving. I'll take good care of you."
"Meet me at the Wild Oak Motel out on the highway in an hour," she said. "I'll be driving a red Thunderbird. I'll wait for you in the car."
"OK, baby," he said. "I'll be in a green Buick. Don't bother to wash your ass. I'll swab it all down for you very nicely before I give you the meat." Then he hung up.
Eve frowned. She hoped she had not made the wrong decision on Ron Adler. She hadn't even taken her usual precaution of looking him over first before meeting him.
In the motel parking lot, she found a spot and waited, knowing she was there first. It wasn't long, though, before a green Buick pulled in and cruised through the lot, then pulled in next to her.
She was surprised and a little taken back to see the guy grinning from the window of the car. He had gray, almost white hair, and must have been at least twice her age. Her heart sank. And old fuck, she thought. How could I have made such a mistake? Shit, fuck, piss, damn! He'll probably not even be able to get it up . . . talk all night about what's wrong, and that he can't understand it . . . he's not usually like this, always gets it up right away and it stays hard and throbbing for hours and hours and hours, long after the girl is fast asleep. Sure, buddy, sure. Know all about it.
Eve played with the idea of backing out of the lot and going home without even talking to Ron Adler. But he would probably follow her and maybe find out where she lived. No, as long as I'm here, I might as well go through with it and hope for the best, she decided.
Ron was getting out of his car and coming around to her door. She rolled down the window.
"Hi, Denise," he said.
Aside from Johnny, Eve made sure she never-ever-gave one of her fucks her real name. That had proved to be. a very smart move. So far, no one had learned who she was or where she lived.
"I'm Ron. I guessed you figured that out. Let's go in and get a room, shall we?"
"Of course not," she said. "You go and get a room. I'll wait here, and when you're inside, I'll come in quickly. Be sure you don't lock the door."
"OK," he said, and walked to the office.
Just like I figured, she thought. A dumb fuck-wants to parade me in front of a desk clerk, yet. A real horse's ass. I'll give him half an hour, and if he hasn't turned me on by then, I'm leaving.
Still, she had to admit he wasn't a bad-looking guy for his age. He had very thick wavy hair that he wore a little on the long side. It used to be dark brown, not mostly white, and he had a pair of very beautiful blue eyes that sparkled in the light of the parking lot lamp posts.
He had a good build, as far as she could see with his clothes still on, and dressed well. He wore a pair of sharply pressed gray slacks and a dark-blue, short-sleeved cotton sport shirt. When he walked, it was with a confident, sure stride.
After a couple of minutes, he came out of the office with a key in his hand and walked to the second room from the end, far away from the office. That was good, she thought. He's not so dumb, after all-maybe.
She eased the car back out of her spot and drove down to the end of the motel and parked it. When he was safely inside the room and she saw that he'd left the door open a bit, she got out and quickly walked over. She pushed the door open and stepped inside and was surprised to see him standing by the bed without a stitch of clothes on.
He had a magnificent build, and his cock was right out in front of him, hard and red and all set to give her a good fucking.
"Boy, you don't waste any time," she said, laughing as she locked the door behind her.
"Not when I got a hot young number like you ready to get it on," he said. "Let's get those things off, sweetheart. I want to give it to you so bad, I can feel it backing up in me."
She slipped off her jacket, and he was beside her in a flash. His fingers went to the buttons on her blouse, and he nimbly undid them right down the front and slipped it off her shoulders. As had become her style, she wore nothing underneath it.
Her tits stood out firm and full, and Ron went for them right away. He took them in his hands and pushed them together and lowered his head to run his mouth over them. He sucked on first one nipple and then the other, and Eve felt a wave of excitement begin to rear in them as he avidly worked them over.
She put her arm around his shoulder as he stood before her, tonguing and fondling her. He was an energetic lover, and his cock was simply stupendous, she realized. It was a good nine inches of stiff, eager meat, and it was wide and just so perfectly formed that she wondered how she could ever have doubted him only a few minutes before.
He kept sucking her tits and running his nose between them, and then reached down with one hand and unzipped her slacks. They dropped to the floor, and without her panties, she was now naked as a jaybird. Ron was beside himself with desire.
Her luscious reddish-orange pussy hair was fluffed up like a powder puff and shone like the coat of a golden retriever. Her gently curving body, sloping in at the waist and back out again at the thighs, was a picture of sexual perfection.
He tongued down her body from her nipples to her crotch, wetting her flesh, and sucking on it every few inches with his warm, wet lips.
When he reached her pussy, she spread her legs wide, still standing upright, and Ron was on his knees, his face upturned right between them. His tongue flicked out and right up her cunt, licking the moisture already gathering there and turning her on like she thought it would be impossible for him to do.
"You sure as hell are an eager son of a bitch," she said, grasping her loins to control the quiver already beginning to take over there, and to keep her balance. He was plunging his tongue in and out of her faster and faster, going for her clit and her pink cuntlips like a hungry animal.
"Ungh . . . ahhhhh . . . mmmph ..." he growled. She couldn't make out what the hell he was trying to say. He was too anxious to keep his tongue inside her to stop for a minute and speak. His words were lost in the wet stickiness of her tingling pussy.
"Let's go over on the bed, darling," she finally said, finding it hard to stay on her feet as he became more and more aroused.
"OK," he said, pulling away from her crotch, his face red and wet from his heavy licking. He got up and followed, right on her heels.
She had not even lain down, was still climbing onto the bed, in fact, when he grabbed her ass and held her. She was half-on, half-off the bed and on all fours, her knees at the edge of the mattress, when he gripped her hips and clung to her. She couldn't move.
"That's it, right there," he said hoarsely.
She froze, wondering if he was just going to shove it into her without warming her up first. She got the answer quickly and was glad to see that he was considerate of the fact she'd never been butt-fucked before.
He slid his hands down from her hips and dropped to his knees on the floor, so that his head was even with her ass hanging off the bed.
Ron began licking the back of her legs behind the knees and took long, wide swipes with the flat of his tongue right up to her ass, then licked her asscheeks all over-every last smidgen-and all the while was lightly running his fingers up and down on the insides of her thighs.
When he had completely done her ass, lovingly caressing her with his warm tongue, he moved to her crotch and stuck his tongue once again right up her hairy pussy. He circled around in it, stirring the curly muff and gliding his tongue along her juice-glazed lips.
She felt his hot breath on her moist cunt, and it sent piercing ripples of desire running up and down her legs and right into her cunt. Then she began to feel something she had never felt before-never in her entire life.
His tongue kept coming up higher and higher in her crotch as she stayed perfectly still-or tried to-on her hands and knees. Warmer and warmer grew her crotch as he filmed it over with hot saliva and came closer and closer to that taboo spot-that puckered little hole in the crack of her ass.
Finally he reached it. He really began to get excited. His tongue circled around and around that ' little rosebud, wetting it and licking it and kissing it like it was a long-lost friend.
His fingers worked at her pussy, parting the hair and playing with her clit, but his mouth sucked and licked and nurtured that sweet, tight little bunghole! It was obvious where Ron's greatest desires lay.
"Your ass is gorgeous," he mumbled, pausing only long enough to catch his breath quickly, then continuing to lick her.
Eve was beginning to get turned on by Ron. A hot, wet tongue in the ass is kind of exciting, she told herself. It's certainly new. Of all the fucking she'd done in recent weeks, ass-licking was one thing no other guy had wanted.
It was a whole new kind of sensation for her. She felt waves of titillating excitement shoot through her bunghole each time he flicked his tongue over it. And now it was dripping wet back there-almost as dripping wet as her pussy.
Then she felt Ron standing up, rubbing his prick-hard and throbbing like a son of a bitch-against her shit-chute. He rubbed it around in a circle and spit on it, rubbing the saliva up and down on the head of his hot pecker, then he nudged it against that shriveled resistant little hole.
It didn't give at first. His cock was just too big. But with some persistence, of which he had plenty at this point, Ron finally managed to push his cockhead inside her.
Eve felt like a Mack truck was trying to break down the door of her asshole. It was tightly wedged in her, and even the lubrication of his spit wasn't enough to make it slide in. She wondered if this was as far as he would go with it, or if he wanted to put it all the way in. Since she'd never done this before, she had no way of knowing, and she didn't want to appear stupid, so she didn't even ask.
But she found out. Ron was vibrating with lust. He loved a real tight asshole. And he was quivering with excitement as he prepared to let her have it.
With one mighty heave, he braced himself and rammed his potent pecker straight into her virginal asshole, shoving all nine hard inches of stiff meat into her tender spot.
"Eeeeeooowww!" she screamed, and lurched forward on the bed, falling flat on her face.
Ron was expecting something like this, and he was ready. He had wrapped his arms around her hips, holding on for dear life, and when she shot forward, he was right with her. His cock remained firmly imbedded in her aching asshole, and when she came to rest flat on her belly, he felt like he was inside her about two yards.
Her asscheeks closed around his long hard shaft, and he began to pump her good and hard right there on the bed.
She was screaming in pain when he started, but after he had given her about twenty or thirty thrusts, she began to loosen up and relax her inexperienced ass-muscles. Once she did that, his cock slid into her with less friction, and she began to actually enjoy the tissue-tearing surges of his big prick.
"You are one sweet hot fuck, baby!" he said hoarsely, his voice-full of lust and overheated passion.
He lunged into her over and over until at last she felt his cock swell and burst.
Then she felt a flood of hot sticky cum ooze into her, around his shaft and over the insides of her asscheeks. It covered her crack and ran down into her pussy, and she felt like a chocolate Easter bunny sitting out in the hot sun, melting.
It was sweet relief for them both when he came. Ron lay on top of her and reached around to play with her tits. She rolled a little to one side so he could get to her nipple, and he tweaked it softly and squeezed the muscles of his balls so she could feel the pulsations in his cock, still deep inside her ass.
The pain was much less intense for her, now that her ass was full of cum, but she still felt the sharp pain of torn tissues whenever she moved. She needed some rest, and she closed her eyes and tried to get it.
But Ron Adler was not satisfied. In fact, he was just beginning.
If Eve thought she was finished with her ass-reaming for the night, she had another think coming.