Chapter 7
Despite the hard fucking and the sadistic dildo-ramming by Spencer and Ridgeway the night before, Eve was right back on the phone the next night. She was insatiable, now that she had tasted a whole new sex-life.
She'd picked up a city directory and used that instead of the phone book, because it gave a lot more information about the person she was calling. For instance, she found Harry Mcintosh-principal, Sunshine Elementary School. Sounded like he might be fun. If only for kicks, she'd call him. Some of her best calls were those she never got in bed with. Eve liked to bug some guys who were uptight about sex-scare the shit out of them with dirty talk.
"Hello," said the thin, reedy male voice.
"Hi, Harry, wanna fuck?" Eve put on her sexiest, kittenish voice for him.
"Oh, my, are you sure you have the right party?" he asked nervously.
"You have a party going on? I'll be right over to fuck all of you."
"No, no ... I mean ... oh, goodness! No, I don't have a party. I mean ... are you sure you have the right person? This is Harry Mcintosh."
"I know it is, Harry. You're the principal at Sunshine Elementary School. I'm one of your former pupils, and now I'm a big girl and I want to suck your cock until it bursts."
"Oh, this is too much. I . . . oh, my . . . who is this?"
"This is Denise . . . you must remember me. I used to come into your office and pull my dress up in sixth grade, hoping you'd play with my cunt. But you never did. Now I'm old enough to tell you what I want, and I want your big hard pecker-right in my mouth."
Eve, of course, had never gone to Harry's school, didn't even know where it was, but she loved getting him aroused. She was doing a good job of it, too.
"I don't know any Denise ... at least, I don't think I do. Oh, does your mother know you're making this call? What would she think of such terrible language? You should be ashamed of yourself." Harry was panting into the phone, and Eve knew he was excited.
"My mother? Goodness, no. My mother's probably getting some good fucking, herself, tonight. And she'd probably think I was wasting too much time with you, Harry. Want to fuck or not? Put up or shut up. I can't diddle with you any longer."
"I should say not! I'm happily marri ... I mean, I'm very satisfied."
"Yeah, I noticed in the city directory that you live with John Leonard, interior decorator. So I guess you are married. Bye, Harry. Sorry to have bothered you."
Eve was laughing her head off as she hung up the phone. She would have given her right arm to know what Harry was saying to his lover right now. Calls like that almost made her piss her pants.
But now it was time to get serious again, time to go for a call that would-hopefully-produce some ass for herself. She was horny again and wanted to find a nice young stud whose cock was prime for a hot pussy-or tongue.
She dialed Hank's All-Night Service Station, on a hunch that there might be a college kid or some other young guy on the late shift. It was after midnight, and no older guys would want that shift.
"Hello . . . Hank's," came the voice.
"Hi, big boy, how'd you like to get your rocks off tonight with a nice big-titted redhead? Like to have your balls licked? Your cock sucked? Want to fuck me in the back room?"
"You on the level?"
"Of course, lover. What's your name?"
"I'm Alan Hopkins. But I have to warn you-most girls can't make it with me. I'm too big. Just wanted to let you know before you come way over here."
Eve was eager-immediately. He'd said the magic words. As soon as she heard that, she wanted this kid.
"How big are you, Alan?"
"Fourteen inches. And pretty big around, too. I can't fit into a lot of girls. They get scared. But I'm very careful. If you'd like to try it, come on over. It's quiet tonight and I'm hotter than hell."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Eve said.
She never got ready for anything so fast in her life. She slammed down the receiver and flew around the apartment, combing her hair, washing her cunt, fixing her makeup. She pulled on a skimpy strapless cotton dress that zipped down the front, just a pair of little bikinis underneath.
Before she left, she took a last look in the mirror. Perfect, she thought. Her hair was pulled up on top, giving her regal neck and shoulders that long, graceful, sweeping look. The dress was tight and cut low, and her big tits stuck out like melons ready for picking. Her ass curved out seductively, and her legs were bare above the knee. It should be enough to turn Alan on with one quick look. She just hoped he wasn't too sweaty and greasy from work.
She needn't have worried. When she pulled into the station twenty minutes later, Alan was out front pumping gas into a van for some long-haired kids.
Eve felt a flash of excitement take over her whole body as she looked at him. She parked the car and couldn't take her eyes off this gorgeous hunk of young American manhood. He was built like a young Adonis! He wore a black T-shirt, and his arms looked like railroad ties coming out of the sleeves. His hair was brown and hung almost to his shoulders, and he had dark deep-set eyes.
His face was long, sort of angular, and clean-shaven. He had a wide mouth and a chin that jutted out like a drill sergeant. But his smile was what captivated her most. He was talking with the hippies in the van and he smiled easily, his whole face lighting up and his eyes twinkling with genuine merriment as he spoke.
She felt her body heat growing as she sat there in her car, waiting for him to finish gassing the van. There was no doubt in her mind about this one-she was going to work him over all night, maybe even come back for an encore.
She looked over the tight stretched T-shirt and could almost see the rippling muscles of his broad tapering chest. Her eyes fell slowly down over his body to those low-cut, skin-tight Levi's. The bulge in his crotch was so big and so pronounced, she was surprised it wasn't against the law. It should be labeled 'obscene', she thought.
When the couple in the van paid Alan and pulled away, he walked straight over to Eve's car, parked by the side of the station. He was smiling broadly.
"Hi . . . I'm Alan. I don't think I know you're name, but I can guess that you're the one who called me a few minutes ago."
"That's right, Alan. I'm Denise. And I meant every word I said on the phone."
"So did I, Denise. Why don't you come on in the station. I'm alone . . . except for Buster, the watchdog."
She followed him in and went right to the back room, where there was a neatly made single bed and a couple of chairs in a clean little set-up. Eve was delighted.
"How are we going to get it on when you have to keep going out to pump gas instead of pumping me?"
"Don't worry . . . there isn't much business tonight, and a loud bell rings every time a car pulls in," he said. "Besides, I locked the front door so nobody's going to walk in on us, anyway."
"That sounds good," she said. Eve was excited. It looked another hot night. "Now, how about showing me that big meat hook you told me about on the phone. Do you really have a fourteen-inch cock, or were you just baiting me?" Her heart was pounding as she waited to see him open his fly.
"I'll let you be the judge of that," he replied, slowly unzipping his pants.
He reached inside, and, with some difficulty, hauled out the most incredible pecker Eve had ever laid eyes on. He wasn't joking-it was everything he had described and more! His cock would give John Holmes a healthy run for the money.
"Oh, my God!" she cried delightedly.
Her eyes bugged and she trembled with anticipation as she eyed the mammoth prick. It was beginning to get hard, and it already was huge. She watched it slowly rise to a ninety-degree angle from his firm athletic body, and she just could not believe her eyes.
It was thick and hard and so damn long she didn't see how it could be real. But it was, all right, and she intended to take every inch of it right up her hot anxious pussy.
"I don't believe it, and I'm seeing it with my own eyes!" she exclaimed. "It's incredible! Just marvelous!"
She went to it, kneeling on the floor before him, and rolled it between her two outstretched flattened palms. She touched it with her tongue and flicked along the sides of its veiny shaft and kissed it and hugged it to her face.
"Ohhh, Alan! I'm going to suck you dry tonight! I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted before you finish work! I can't thank you enough for answering the phone tonight."
She jumped to her feet and threw her arms around him and gave him a long, full kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth and running her fingers up and down his neck and through his hair.
"Thanks, but you're a pretty nice little hunk of woman, too," he said, smiling. "Why else do you think this thing came up so fast? Aren't you afraid of it? Think you can take it all?"
"It won't be easy, that's for sure, but I'm sure as hell gonna try it. I want that whole hard hunk of meat traveling into me until you can't shove another inch in! Just get me good and wet first, and I'll show you what fucking really is!"
She began to peel off her clothes, and Alan slipped off his Levi's. He couldn't get undressed all the way, just in case a car came in.
"Lie down, baby. I want to give you a good tongue-bath first," she said. "I never saw so much cock in my life!"
She was grinning from ear to ear, and her heart was pounding furiously. She had all her clothes off now, and her tits-big and full and round-heaved up and down with her heavy excited breathing. Her pussy was all soft and fluffed-up from the washing she'd given it just before she left home.
Alan looked her over approvingly and said he'd like to swallow her tits.
"You'll get your chance, sweetheart," she said. "You'll get your chance."
He lay down on the bed, and Eve was on him instantly. She stretched out between his legs and excitedly began licking his balls, wetting them down thoroughly. She loved the soft wrinkly texture of them, all puckered but loose and hanging over the crack of his ass, with little wisps of hair sticking out. She picked them up with one hand, hefting them gently, and ran her tongue all over them. His sac felt spongy and smooth, and about the shape of twin lima beans-only in Alan's case, much bigger.
Eve loved to suck balls, especially big ones, and Alan's were bigger than anything she'd ever seen or probably ever would see. She was under a huge cock which loomed over her mouth and literally cast a shadow over her vibrant tongue.
She couldn't resist it forever, but she wasn't anywhere near ready to let his balls go yet. Reaching up with one hand, she clasped his mammoth cock with one hand, twining her fingers as far around it as possible, and kept on sucking and licking those beautiful big brown balls.
Alan shifted his ass a little, giving her the first indication that her tongue was getting to him. His head was turned to one side, his eyes closed, and he was breathing shallowly through his mouth. His cock was throbbing quietly, its shaft a light pink, and it was very warm to the touch. She gave it a loving squeeze and kept her fingers wrapped tightly around it.
Her fast-moving tongue roamed over to his thigh and began wetting down that soft flesh right next to his balls in little wet circles, and then up and over his hair and all around the sensitive areas of his crotch.
Eve was doing what she did best-or at least one of the many things she did very well-and she was doing it with all the eagerness and love and enthusiasm any guy could ever hope for. That's because she loved what she was doing. It wasn't for money or favors or anything, but the sheer love of sex-pure, unadulterated fucking and sucking. She couldn't get enough of it now that she'd found it.
And Alan Hopkins was the greatest stud, the biggest cock, the grooviest hunk of meat she'd come across. She was going to work him and his big pecker until she just couldn't get any more. That would mean time was running out and she'd have to get home before Kenny came in from the night shift, or else she or Alan would give out from exhaustion.
Alan was moaning softly now as she went on licking him and sucking his balls and lathering down his whole crotch with warm, loving laps of her flat tongue. She let plenty of saliva drip from her tongue as she worked. It heightened the sensuality of the whole scene. With his flesh lightly covered with a film of wetness, she let her fingers play and dance lightly over it, and he could feel his legs, his balls, his loins shiver with excitement and anticipation.
She raised goose pimples all up and down his legs, his sides and his arms. She smiled as she saw them come and go, because it meant he was reacting to the magic of her hot tongue.
Eve began very slowly at first, sliding her fist up and down his cock as she continued to lick and suck his balls. Her hand held that big prick firmly, and she skinned it back and forth in a slow-motion masturbation, bringing him up higher and higher toward the moment when she would start giving him a new kind of thrill.
Faster and faster she moved her tongue over his balls. She picked up the loose skin with her thumb and index finger, stretched it out smoothly by pressing the sac up against his body, then ran her tongue all over that smooth surface.
"Yeah, you're doin' great, baby," Alan moaned. "You got a tongue just made for this."
She felt a twinge of warm loving desire sweep through her as she heard Alan's words. There was nobody she wanted to turn on more than this handsome young stud. She could already imagine what it was going to feel like taking that mammoth dick into her cunt, but she exhibited amazing self-control. She intended to do it right and get him up there little by little, loving him with her tongue all the way.
She felt his cock stiffening more and more as she worked him over. It stuck up so high in the air, its end was over the top of her forehead.
Suddenly, she lifted her head way up and slipped her warm wet lips fully over the immense tip of his pounding prick. It was all purplish and hot and larger than a ripe plum. She enclosed those glistening lips completely over his gorgeous cockhead and started that slow ride down his overheated shaft.
It felt like she was in heaven, feeling that huge virile cock being swallowed by her mouth.
Down and down she went, taking all that she could possibly take of his long meaty prick right into her warm mouth and down her throat.
She wet him as she went, letting her saliva drip down his shaft, and she licked the underside of it, savoring the touch of his bulging veins and that sweet, sensuous seam that ran the length of his cock.
Then she squeezed her throat muscles a few times and, at the same time, slid her hand up and down on the remaining five or six inches of cock that still was outside her lips.
With her other hand, she played softly with his balls, fingering them like the rare gems they were.
"Ohhhhh," Alan moaned. He lifted his ass to shove his cock into her mouth even further.
Yeah, Eve said to him silently, I know what you mean. She couldn't actually tell him what she was thinking.
You don't say much at all when your mouth is that full of cock.