Chapter 12

Marna was tearing me up now with those frantic finger movements, and I knew damned well that I was going to have to start sucking her immediately.

"I've got to go down on you," I said.

"I figured you'd say that once I really warmed you up."

"Oh yes."

"Okay, you suggested sucking my thighs a little bit. Go ahead and do that. It might not hurt to nibble on them either."

"I'm way ahead of you," I nodded.

Now I turned that tongue of mine loose on her left thigh, licking with great determination.

Back and forth I would manipulate my tongue. I would do that for several strokes, then begin to work my tongue up and down her legs.

I then began gnawing on her warm, smooth skin, and as I did so, it tended to make me that much more erotically aroused.

I kept working my tongue and teeth, alternately moving from one leg to another. Now she was pumping on my prick again, removing her fingers from my flaming balls.

"Okay, baby, now you can start sucking my snatch," she said, thrusting her cunt upward to make it look that much more enticing.

"Oh, with pleasure," I gasped.

"Come on and work the tongue," she exclaimed. "Oh, I really want you to work it. I know that you can give me a great snatch suck."

As she kept twisting that body of hers upward, giving me a good shot at her appealing cunt, I picked up the scent of her femaleness. I just went wild sniffing it, and now I was panting and practically drooling. I felt like Pavlov's dog, and was all set to go to work with the hot sucking.

"Come on and eat me," she sighed. "Come on and pump that tongue around, baby. I want the action down there. I want it between my hot legs. Come on and play with my thighs. Play with them, baby, while you are sucking my hot cunt."

I reached down and began to run my fingers over her thighs, and as I did so, my tongue began to systematically go to work on her flaming pussy.

I knew I would be bringing her to a speedy climax. And, speaking of climaxes, she was doing a magnificent job of working her fingers up and down the whole of my long pole.

The stick was ablaze with excitement, and so was my fervent tongue. I kept on working it around every crevice of her hot snatch, enjoying those strokes, and loving the way she would lift that body of hers upward and give me a shot at that flaming cunt.

"Keep it moving," she said. "I want you to keep your tongue in rapid motion. Oh, it's a jet propelled tongue. I love it. I love the way you're using it. Oh, do you ever let that thing slide. You've got rhythm, baby, natural rhythm. I love it. I love every bit of it. Keep turning that thing loose inside me."

Now I was working my tongue so fast that I knew I would receive the results in short order. It was twisting and turning to the point where it was practically spinning out of control.

All the while Marna kept on panting, those hot legs of hers trembling as she got set to unleash the juices inside my mouth.

I reached out and grabbed her thighs, clutching onto them with fervent determination as I kept on sucking her flaming box.

All the while she continued pumping on that prick of mine. I knew that soon I would be shooting. I didn't like the idea, frankly, of juicing under those circumstances. I would rather have been doing it when I was shoving the thing high and hard into her hot mound.

I decided, however, to accept the results philosophically, no matter what the situation. After all, even if I did bolt in her hand instead of her cunt or mouth, I was always good for a second load. And the next time around you could be damned sure that I would explode in one of those two places.

For the moment, however, the action continued and now it was really getting fierce. Those bed-springs were jangling like crazy as she kept on bouncing up and down on that bed. I don't think I ever encountered a chick who wanted to ball any more than gorgeous little Mama.

I could see that she wasn't handing me one solitary bit of bullshit when it came to how much she missed her fiance. Apparently the guy had a well-trained tongue, and knew just how to use it. I was giving her all kinds of effective sucks, and she kept on coming back for more, gasping and sighing as she worked her way that much closer to climax.

"Just keep your tongue in my slit," she said. "I'm just a few strokes away. Come on and slide it."

Back and forth I kept on pumping, and as I did so, she was doing some frantic pumping of her own on my huge dick.

It was just a question of who would be shooting first. I knew that I would have a hot spray of juice to shoot in her hand once I let my juice stream. But right then and there I wasn't thinking about my cum as much as I was thinking about swallowing those delightful droplets of pussy juice as they bolted from her.

So now I was right down to the end, letting that trembling tongue of mine continue to glide around her hot mound.

"Come on and finger fuck me while you're finishing up," she exclaimed. "Come on and take your finger and shove it up my ass. I want it up the ass-hole, baby. Right where your hot tongue was a few minutes ago. Come on and finger fuck me, darling. That's really the way to do it. I like it just before I'm going to cum. Come on and plunge it in there. Come on and plunge it up that ass-hole of mine. I really dig that."

So now I was working that tongue of mine with brisk eagerness into her mound, and I was moving my right index finger toward her hot anus.

I'll tell you something. I plunged that thing so high into her rectum, that she practically shot a foot in the air. Well, I'm exaggerating for effect, if you know what I mean. What I'm saying, however, was that she really reacted. The old bed-springs started to sing even louder than before.

I had figured it was a strong bed. It would have had to be to withstand all the pressure that we were providing for it. I only hoped that the damned thing wouldn't break. If it did, you can be damned sure that poor Mama would have quite an explanation for her parents. And it would have to be pretty damned phony.

So now I was eagerly working toward the finishing stages of the act, letting that tongue of mine move with enthusiastic skill and grace against her pussy.

As I continued shoving my tongue into that hot savory slit, I worked my finger high into her rectum. I loved stabbing that hot ass-hole, that delectable tight ass-hole that I had my flaming tongue in just a few minutes earlier.

As I continued to stab, and as she continued to bounce around uninhibitedly in that bed, Mama began to quiver more than ever.

Now she was ready to unleash those juices in my mouth and I could see it coming a mile off.

As she heaved one loud last sigh, that was my final warning. At that point the hot pussy spray was ignited, shooting out voluminously into my waiting, open, highly receptive mouth.

"That's it. Gobble it up," she laughed, running her fingers eagerly through my hair with her spare hand.

As she lay back and enjoyed the active orgasm, she was pumping those fingers of hers around my cock faster than ever.

There was something exciting about finally sucking her to climax. So exciting, in fact, that I found I couldn't withhold those hot white juices that I had stored up for so long, and which I so badly needed to release.

That chick was juicing like crazy and as I gobbled up the last few drops my own hot white orgasm was spraying like crazy out of the end of my long, hard pecker. "Oh, this is beautiful," Marna giggled. "You're really spraying into that hand of mine. Oh, baby, this is so good. This is the grand climax to a beautiful fucking session."

I didn't see it that way, though. As a matter-of-fact, I was more desirous than ever of shooting off my rocks inside either her cunt or her mouth.

As I released my tongue from her mound, I exclaimed : "I hope you'll give me one more shot."

"What do you mean ? You got a chance to fuck with me."

"Yeah, but you jerked me off to climax."

"So what? That's the way I do it a lot of times."

"But what do you mean ? You got me all worked up. I either want you to go down on me, or I want to fuck your hot pussy."

"You've got to be crazy," she said. "You served your purpose, baby. Now I wish you'd leave."

"What the hell do you mean?" I exploded violently.

"And don't raise your voice. Get the hell out of here. The nerve of you. What kind of slut do you think I am? You're lucky that I let you go down on me."

"Oh, I see. I'm not good enough to fuck you. Is that what you're saying?"

"I'm saying I don't know you that well, and furthermore I don't want to get to know you that well. You served your purpose. As I said, I'd spent a long time in the stir, and I needed to go off. Thank you for performing a service."

"Oh shit," I said, my face reddening noticeably. "I want to fuck you. It's the least you can do to thank me, don't you think?"

"Look, I gave you a good jerk-off," she replied calmly. "That was plenty good enough. Besides, I've got to clean up the joint before my folks come home."

"Why don't you call room service?" I said angrily.

"No thanks. Now please leave."

"You really are a bitch."

"Don't you dare call me that. I'm saving myself for my fiance."

"Oh, bullshit."

"That's true. When I get hot and he's not around, I'll do what I did with you or another guy. Sure, I'll jerk them off while they're sucking my snatch. It's a pretty good bargain for them. After all, I've got a beautiful body and I can produce."

"Oh yes, no question about it. Then after the guy's given you a great tongue job, you want to go ahead and tell him goodbye."

"Gee, I'm sorry, but that's the way I work."

"You're a real cock-tease, aren't you."

"I made good," she said confidently. "After all, I did work those fingers of mine on your cock. Now please leave. I've got to clean up this joint and get ready for my folks."

"Oh yes, I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your plans."

"There's no need to be sarcastic. I did a beautiful job by you."

"So you say. I expected more."

"You expect too much," she told me sarcastically.

Now I was stalking angrily into the living room. I put my trunks on, then stormed back into the bedroom for one last parting shot.

"Goodbye, Miss Cocktease of Nineteen Seventy-four," I said.

"Fuck you."

"Oh, is that any kind of talk from a lady."

"You prompted it."

"Like hell I did. You're no lady. You're just a phony little cunt."

"Get the hell out of here."

She picked up a pillow from the bed, throwing it at me."

I quickly warded it off, then stormed toward the door. "So long, bitch," I snarled.

I then walked angrily out of the suite, slamming the door behind me.

Once more I had met a young cunt who had given me a run-around. Sure, she had let me lick her pussy and she had also done a good job of jerking me off. But what burned me up was that she didn't feel I was good enough to supply her with sex in any other way. Things had to stop at that juncture, and if that wasn't enough to burn a guy up, what the hell is?