Chapter 12
The motel room in Santa Barbara pleased David Brennan almost as much as it displeased Wendy. He liked the huge national chain-even though its top rooms rented for over $30 a double-because of the neat, clean, impersonal order of its cubicles. These were never a surprise in the slightest way and it was this that Wendy found so troubling about them.
She was not at all that fond either of the situation in which she found herself. Though not many words had passed between them, she realized she had begun to feel an almost mystical closeness to Jill-an intimacy which she had as yet not confessed to Jill's husband.
Wendy had prided herself on her ability to keep in some control of situations in which she played a part, but she was rapidly losing control of this one. For one thing, married men weren't her style. Young men-like Christopher-more decidedly were. Yet Brennan, with his adulterous assignations in motels, was good-she might even say terrific, were she pressed-in bed He knew every part of her body, knew where she was most vulnerable, knew how to turn on and keep her at a crazy pitch of excitement.
Just now, though, she was sleepy, sleepy from a large dinner in that fish-grotto in downtown Santa
Barbara. She heard Brennan showering, even heard him singing, but that did not rouse her. She had managed, before falhng to the bed and stretching out, to divest herself of everything but her bra and panties. She would leave the rest to David; she would be passive for this fuck-he would have to work for it if he really wanted her.
He was still drying himself from the shower when he came from the bathroom. Trickles of water dropped to the thick, newly carpeted floor. He was grinning widely and his eyes flashed a kind of athletic sexual hunger. Wendy inhaled deeply and her tits rubbed against the insides of the bra's twin cones, making the areolas' surface grainy in texture.
"Ready?" he asked her, flinging the towel to a chair behind him. She couldn't help but stare at his prick which was already stiff and erect , "I guess so," she said weakly, but her breath accelerated-the sight of a man's prick always excited her. He stepped nearer and his cock bobbed as he sprang toward her on the huge double bed.
"Did you have a nice time today?"
"Yes. Thank you," she said, and she let her hand pass over the tip of the organ. Without meaning to she spread a thin drop of semen on the side of her forefinger, then dried herself by pressing the bone into the pubic hair. "It was a nice day for a drive and I always liked Santa Barbara."
His hand was already over her pussy. The wrist pushed down on the bare flesh just above the overturned base of the pubic triangle. His palm moved through the weeds and his ringers curled together and then disappeared between her thighs which had tightened together at his slightest touch.
"Before we get started," Wendy said, turning on her side to face her lover, who had just reached behind her to undo the straps of the bra, "can I ask you something?"
"Sure," he answered, not relinquishing hold, however, and undoing the contraption so that her breasts fell out into his caressing hands.
"How have you been getting along with Jill?"
"O.K., I guess. She seems less cold. We went to dinner the other night"
"Did you fuck her?"
"Are you jealous?"
"No," Wendy replied, honestly.
"Well, I didn't," he laughed.
"Did you want to?"
"Look... it wasn't like that, you know what I mean?" His hands drew back. "Now let me ask you a question: are you making any progress with her?"
"About the three of us making it?" He nodded. "Well, I think we can get her, but we have to be patient."
Her lover seemed satisfied with that answer. Could Jill be playing hard to get? For the moment, though, he wanted to Watch Wendy the way she always was in bed-screaming and squealing, whispering, whimpering, clawing and love-biting, anxious for each punch of his cock up inside of her.
"I'm really tired, you know," she said, bursting the bubble as he reached with his right hand under the waistband of her panties, feeling the heat between her legs.
"Does that mean you'd rather not?"
She giggled. "No. Just that I don't feel very-active, you know? So if you could...." She dissolved once again into a giggle, but Brennan knew how to deal with her.
His hand slid down between her knees and separated them; her legs moved further apart, and his fingertips, stroking the hollows of her thighs, swam up until they were covered by her cunt hair. He pulled at one side of the pussy with his thumb on the labial fold and he put, his head to the clammy surface of the teenager's beaver.
He licked the clitoris until it was once again stiff. The mound had the salty taste of sweat and she smelled of feminine oils. His forefinger pushed between the twat lips and then rolled between the walls, pushing them further and further apart with each flicking gesture. He shoved his thumb tip lower inside the hole and held it open for his tongue. Frantically Wendy pushed her pussy up to his mouth while he sucked. Her arms were stapled to the bed at her sides and she was twisting her slim form as the tongue's tip drilled her like a sharp nail through the puffy clit.
"Lower," she said, squirming, pushing her ass up off the bed and balancing herself on her palms. Brennan knew what she wanted, but he teased her for a moment. His tongue pulled out from her cunt, but he used it as a limp switch over the hairy external skin just below the inch or so of flesh that separated her legs. "Ohh...." The word was half a groan, half a low, guttural grunts as she shivered, her whole body bending like a twig under the tiny weight of his tongue. She let go and almost collapsed onto the bed, but he caught her with his open palms, clutching her butt flesh with his fingers and squeezing the meat until she moaned with mingled satisfaction and pain.
At last the tongue gave her what she had begged him for. He pushed her cheeks back and her legs followed them as she started a somersault she would not complete. Her toes touched the pillow and her knees brushed her shoulders, while David Brennan pulled the globes apart and let his tongue race across the clit, past the ridge of skin, to the raw anal cavity.
The sphincter was clean and pink. The steady sweeping of his wet tongue tip seemed to relax Wendy, and as she relaxed, his prodding grew more intense; he wanted to work the tongue inside the hole, to taste the butt canal himself. She herself was pulling the cheeks apart, urging him on as the plush of the rump drilled itself to his face. His mouth twisted and his teeth rubbed the sensitive skin lining the crack.
Brennan's head bobbed up and down as he licked her. His tongue became anxious and wanted to stroke the crucial organ outside the pussy as well. He seemed to curl around the clit before zooming down across its surface and forcing it down against her groin, from which it sprang up immediately, harder than before. By that time, however, he had already slipped between her upraised legs-now locked around his neck, her calves touching his back as she tried to pull him ever closer toward the two holes-and he was moving the tongue like silk over the taut small muscle of the rectum. The thing was partially open now and he could slip inside and taste the musky-flavored lining of the hole. "Ohh.. .she sighed and her voice cracked.
Sweat poured from her forehead down the sides of her face; her mouth was wide open and she was gasping for air as he pushed her two cavities with the curled tongue. She had not quite kept to her promise of passivity; her whole body shook with emotion as he sucked her toward him, his mouth making the sounds of a madly hissing snake.
"Come," he whispered, his own voice dry as parchment as he turned his lips away from the pussy hole. "Come, baby, come," he repeated as if he were reciting a mantra, and he helped her toward climax by returning the tongue's tip to the ass-hole.
He felt her twat hair pushing against the front of his neck. She was hot and she wanted him. He burrowed inside the strangle hold and washed the pussy's surface with his lips, the spit juice spilling out over the labia. The saliva seemed to boil as it dripped on her folds. She crossed her legs on his back and quiver after quiver passed through her body and spent itself in the wiggling under his sucking mouth.
Her legs went loose and moved apart and off his body. He pulled himself up toward her face and kissed her with his open mouth, mixing the scent of her ass and cunt holes with the softer moisture of her mouth. His cock was still rigid, and Wendy tested this fact with her hand. She was not, however, quite ready to begin another bout with Brennan.
He took her breast and kneaded the flesh until the tit was solid and the nipple itself stood out sharp from the surrounding circle of deep color. His hands over her jugs were almost bruising, but she liked the masculine way he made love to her; in a moment he soothed the ache by rolling his tongue in a wide path across the red peaks; the sharp tit tickled his hp.
In spite of her own first reactions, she found herself becoming aroused. She took his cock half way down the stalk and squeezed it; it was as hard as ever and a little bead of sticky moisture pushed out through the stiff. He had kept himself back, but he was good for another coupling.
She wondered whether it was wise to try and suck him off; perhaps he was already too excited and would come too soon. But her own desires brushed aside other considerations; she wanted to move the insides of her cheeks against his stiffness, feel his pulse inside the tall, lean erection.
Her mouth on his dong was like a narcotic. His arms, which had been flailing wildly as he tried to touch every inch of her body, stroking her gently and roughly in alternation, now lay quietly at his sides. He was concentrating on the tongue bath she gave him as the pink snake rippled up the cock's side and stuck itself between foreskin and glans until the penis itself twitched in satisfaction.
She pursed her lips and then rolled them over the dome of the prick; still more of the dog-water leaked out and moistened them. She made a fist around the part of the staff that stood below her chin and as her-mouth opened to take the head inside, she moved the stick so that it was washed by one cheek and then the other. She was not too shy to use teeth on the organ, either; he felt the surfaces of the side teeth lock him in a tight grip, only to relax a second later with the side of her long, expert tongue soothing the marks she'd carved into the phallus.
At first Brennan had just enjoyed the feeling of being under the young girl's spell, but now, impatiently, he shoved his stomach up against her face to urge her to go faster, to suck harder. The cock slipped from her mouth, and the shaft smeared her cheek with her own saliva. Her fingertips passed lightly over the length of the dork and she tickled the balls inside his sac. She scraped the rough skin with her sharp fingernails, but this did not pain him, but rather excited him so strongly that he grabbed her face with his hands, his thumbs jammed into her cheeks just below the high bones and brought her lips to the prick's tip.
She continued to tease the testicles, but now she began to blow him in earnest while the small almonds wiggled within. Her wrist pushed between them, and they sprang apart; meanwhile she tickled the hollow of his hairy thigh with her fingertips. She covered the edges of her front teeth with her lips and pulled in on the beak; he groaned, the mucous thick in his throat. He shoved his stomach up, his ass leaving the bed, and she almost gagged on the head, now at the edge of her throat. She kept him from moving deeper by pressing her front teeth down on either side of the shaft. Taking the hint, he moved slowly back and Wendy licked the underside carefully, side to side, until only the head and most of the foreskin was still inside her mouth.
She ran her tongue up the line that cuts the underside of the head and she spread her spit over the slit, diluting the early semen already deposited there since the last time she'd licked the head clean. She took the scrotum between her thumb and forefinger, then yanked it down. A new surge of come spurted through his stalk and the head pushed against the roof of Wendy's mouth. She pulled in and more of the gism leaked out through the slit. She held the staff tight and began to rub it up and down quickly. His animal-like grunts punctuated her short, blunt strokes. She held him carefully enough so that her fingertips did not slide over the cock's sweating skin.
But she didn't want him to spend this way, with the combined blow and hand job. She wanted him to spray the hot come up through her pussy and she knew she wasn't quite ready. She lay back on the bed and her hand moved away from his perns up to his belly. She turned on her side and began to massage his chest. He sighed, content, his mind for the moment seemingly on other things beside sex.
When he seemed perfectly calm, she let herself reverse the process by leaning over him and letting her naked tits fall over his recently massaged chest Her tits were hard and they became stiff er still as they scraped his skin. She crawled a couple of feet up the bed and let one of the tits fall tantalizingly an inch away from Brennan's mouth. David bobbed his head and took the nipple between his lips. He curled his tongue back inside of his mouth and ran the lips dry from side to side until the cap ached with its swelling. Then he spread the lips and coated the red-purple circle with saliva. His hands folded around the jug itself and pushed the loose tissue together, meanwhile opening the mouth wider to let more of the breast in. He ran the edges of his teeth over the smooth skin until she pulled away and the tit hung, now wet, beyond his mouth, unreachable. She had reached for his prick and now she bent it up along her belly, then pulled it lower in the center of all that hair to the lips of the pussy itself.
"Don't you want to fuck me, baby?" she asked, but her teasing smile gave away the fact that she knew he did.
"Not that way," he said, grabbing at the sides, his thumbs folding just under the undersides of the boobs. He was pushing her up. "I want to see the way your tits bounce when I'm inside you," he said, smiling, and Wendy smiled in return, pleased that she could turn him on.
Her knees were on the bed, and her forefinger folded around the dome, inching him closer to the goal of her pussy. Lower down the shaft his hand was shoving the instrument between her legs. Wendy hunched her shoulders as she came down on the head of the cock. She waited for a moment as it rustled through her cunt hair and pressed at the labial folds. Then, for a moment, he felt her whole weight roll over the head and in the next second he was being sucked into the vortex by her hungry, thirsty pussy.
His penis cut through the dampening muscle until ah of it was covered by her twat tissue and their hairs mingled together where their crotches drilled into one. She bucked, bending her spine, and the cock touched the coil of muscle as she turned; some dew from the lining soaked his glans as she rubbed herself up against it. Now she straightened and pushed on her knees and he looked at the way her breasts moved proudly, surging up, the tips taut and sharp, while he could see the bottom part of his shaft soaked with feminine oils and shining even in the muffled daylight of the motel room.
As soon as she had gotten that far, however, she sank down again and covered him to the hairs at the prick's base. Her cunt lips glowered with her own sweat and seemed to invite him to push even further; he arched his spine and shoved himself as far up as he could go, and in response Wendy wiped her lower hp with her tongue, then drew the hp inside her mouth and bit hard on it.
Her shoulders moved wildly as she plunged down the cock; each shiver indicated the tempo of her feeling as she took him between her legs and snatched him up through the labia. The breasts flowed less gracefully, but that was the way Brennan liked to see her. The tits moved, stiff and almost disconnected, as she shook wildly. He was stroking her slowly, steadily with his cock, but that even manipulation was exciting her and she was asking him to come and end it-but he preferred it this way. Each time one of her pear-shaped jugs wobbled to the side of her naked chest, more of the fluid spurted up the line of his prick, but he held himself back.
She leaned over and planted her open palms on his chest. She was pressing down as if to revive him, to start him breathing. It was as if she wanted to shove come down from his neck and chest into the lining of her pussy. Her nails clawed him and she twisted her ass, running her cunt around the shaft and bending it away from where it arose from his crotch. One hand slipped lower to his thigh and she stroked the hollow there with her wrist. Her pinky curled back and scraped the scrotum. Meanwhile she thrust her pelvis forward and then pulled in on her vaginal musculature. She relaxed the clamp, but in the next moment he started to jump inside of her, spewing the hot seed while she shoved her pussy up and down his greased prick.
The come oozed down the walls of the cunt and then out through the distended lips of the beaver, dripping into the hollows of her thighs. The black lace that covered her cunt was frosted with the white cream, but he was still coming, holding on to her with one hand curved over her shoulder and the other clutching her left breast, squeezing it as the climax ended.
He lay completely flat under her, his arms stretched out above him and his fingertips touching the headboard. His cock was already limp inside her wet quim, but she did not rise up off it, keeping him inside of her for as long as she could. She even pulled the sides of the vagina together and squeezed the weakening member between the soggy lips. She made delicate patterns across his heaving chest with her forefinger, twisting the hair against his chest, prodding the nipples into new stiffness.
"You fuck so good," she said. "I wonder if you fuck her that good."
"Jill?" The girl nodded, and Brennan mused: "It's different with your wife. I know it shouldn't be and no man before he's married thinks it will be. But then boredom sets in and there you are."
Wendy spread her fingers apart as her palm rested on his sweat-dampened belly and she pushed herself up off his shrunken root. She leaned forward and lay down on her chest. Brennan smiled as his eyes followed the curve of her body, over the swelling of her rump. He put his hand on one of the globes and his fingers peeked into the crack, feeling the radiation of heat from her anus.
"That's why I want to have you and Jill in bed with me at the same time. I think-I really do-that it would help our marriage. Put a little excitement back into it."
"I don't know," Wendy said softly, turning over again to her side. Her legs were just barely crossed so that her lover could see just the hair but not the cut itself between her legs. "I think it might just turn into something you didn't bargain for."
"I'm willing to take that chance." His facial expression, however, turned quickly from intense seriousness to casual. "Do we have any cigarettes left?" he asked as he leaned over the side of the bed and felt the back pockets of his trousers.