Chapter 13

Church was over and as I exited the building, I turned around and observed a familiar sight.

It was gorgeous Lorna, dressed very conservatively in a white dress. But even though it wasn't the kind of dress that was structured to show her body off, she still looked gorgeous in it. When a chick was as fantastically built as Lorna, even when she wears a conservative dress, she looks sexy.

I felt a little guilty, coming out of church and all. But the second my eyes fastened on hers, I got a hard-on.

As I stood there with my erection at the steps of the church entrance, my mother waved to

Lorna and walked over toward her.

I observed Lorna's white-haired husband and, as I appraised him, I realized that he probably was boring in bed.

He had a kind of a dull look in his eyes, like a guy who had done it all years before, and was now just sitting back and relaxing while the world passed him by.

My mother talked with Lorna for several minutes, and finally I walked up several steps toward them.

"Hello there, Eddy." Her husband grinned, thrusting out his hand and shaking with me.

"Hello, Mr. Chapman," I replied.

"Good morning, Eddy," Lorna said in a soft tone.

"Hello," I replied, catching myself just before I was about to say something stupid.

The two women talked for a while, after which my mother began talking to Lorna's husband.

As the two conversed, I walked away. I kept hoping Lorna would catch on, and would come over to talk to me.

I slipped around to the side of the church, wanting to be out of view of my mother. Sure enough, Lorna followed not far behind, and soon we were standing in a darkened little corner preparing to converse.

"Oh, baby, I've been meaning to call you," Lorna said.

"Then why haven't you?" I asked, getting very impatient with my hard prick and all.

"I just haven't had a chance. The kids have been bugging me. One of them has been ill with the flu. There was just no way I could get away. I wanted to tell you that."

"I appreciate your telling me, but I sure have been horny."

"I'm sorry but I just couldn't help it."

"No, I guess you couldn't. I do appreciate your telling me."

"But next week should be another story."

"You mean we can get together again?"

"I think so. I certainly hope so."

"Another little secret rendezvous at a local motel?" I grinned, savoring the prospect.

"Yes, it's got to be that way, baby."

"You know, you look so gorgeous, that I even dig you in that disguise. That blonde wig looks cute on you."

"You really think so?" she smiled.

"I sure as hell do. I like the looks of you, baby. And I love that body of yours. I just can't get enough of you when you're undressed. You know, I still lie awake at night just thinking about you naked. I see that body of yours tossing around, those legs of yours twisting, and I imagine that I'm sticking that hot prick of mine into your mound."

"Is it a good grind?" she chuckled.

"Yes, it is, even when it's just in my imagination."

"I'm glad to hear that. It means that I made a powerful impact on you."

"Have you ever," I laughed. "You know, it always leads to one thing-closing my eyes and beating my meat."

"You're beating your meat and thinking about fucking me."

"That's right. I guess that's the best that I can do when you're not around."

"Oh, do I ever want to cheer you up, baby. I'm going to get you all tired out this time."

"That's just the kind of brisk exercise I like."

"I'd better run now. My husband's waiting for me."

"Sure enough."

"Don't forget, I'll call you," she promised.

I liked the sense of urgency in her voice. It meant that she was as ready to climb into bed as she was.

I watched her walk away, observing the outline of her beautiful ass-cheeks against her white dress. It's true it didn't fit her as tightly as others I'd seen her wear, but I still got enough of the impression that the old prick was singing with intensity.

So I went home with my folks, my head in the clouds. Now I would be waiting with great anticipation for her call. I was really disgusted with what Marna had done. So all she would do was jerk me off with her hands. But with gorgeous Lorna there was so much more. She was like me. She felt that if you cared enough about the person to climb under the sheets with him, then you should be willing to put out to the maximum extent.

It was a good philosophy. I only wished that more of the chicks that I knew shared it.

I didn't hear from Lorna on Monday, which kind of disappointed me. Then I got to thinking. The first of the week was always difficult, especially for a housewife and mother. So she no doubt had all kinds of chores and I would probably have to wait, maybe even to the end of the week, for a call from her.

I didn't hear from her on Tuesday either, and now I was really getting edgy. I felt like beating my meat many times as I thought about her gorgeous nude body, but I refrained from doing so. I figured that the smart thing would be to save myself for her, That would mean that I'd be good for at least two orgasms.

Finally on late Wednesday afternoon, as I was studying my lessons, the telephone jangled.

"Hello," I began.

"Hi, honey," I immediately recognized Lorna's soft, resonant highly sexy tone. "Oh, baby, at last you've called."

"Yes, I couldn't get around to it till today. I want to set up an appointment tomorrow."

"Groovy. I'm ready. When and where?"

"Do you have school tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but it's kind of a light day. I only go from nine to eleven."

"That's beautiful. I've checked things out. There's a motel just a few blocks from the campus. It's called the Savoy. Have you heard of it?"

"Oh yeah, I've driven past it a few times. Sure, it's a little place. I know it."

"I'd like to meet you there."

"Fine, that would be convenient from my standpoint. Why don't you want to meet at the other place?"

"I want to keep moving around. I'm always afraid of something happening. You know how that goes."

"Sure, I understand. So what time do you want to meet?"

"I suggest that we meet right after that class of yours."

"Okay, then somewhere between eleven and eleven-thirty."

"That's right."

"Okay, I'll see you then. And just where shall we meet?"

"Oh, there's a gas station at the corner. Why don't you just park your car at the curb and wait by that gas station. After I register, I'll walk over and just give you the high sign. Then I'll enter the room first, opening it up for you."

"Boy, am I ever set for action. You know, the old prong is sticking up there right now just thinking about it."

"If anybody has a thinking cock, you do," she said with a laugh.

"Yes, it really is a thinking cock, until it goes into action. Then it ceases to become a thinking cock and becomes a hungry action cock."

"Tell me all about it," she laughed. "I know plenty about that."

"Yes, I guess you've become accustomed to my cock."

"Oh yes. I'd like to move my husband out and move you in. But don't tell anybody I said that," she laughed.

"That will be our secret."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

With that I hung up the phone. I was so worked up that I wanted to go into the bathroom and jerk off. But somehow I had to still that urge within me. I wanted to keep those hot juices stored up inside, waiting to ignite the following day in that motel room with gorgeous Lorna.

I was so nervous and excited during the course of the rest of the day that I could hardly even eat, much less do my studies. I plodded on as best I could, but through it all, I kept seeing Lorna's dancing legs twisting and turning while my jet-propelled cock was drilling her.

I didn't get much sleep that night, since I tossed and turned thinking about Lorna, but I still felt a certain freshness when I got up early the next morning and took a long shower.

I cleaned off every crevice of my body, wanting to be as clean and as presentable to Lorna as possible.

I didn't get much out of my classes that day either. I was like a sleepwalking zombie throughout both of them, and I was embarrassed on one occasion when the instructor called on me and I was unable to answer his question, due to the fact that I was daydreaming.

As soon as my last class ended, I walked briskly toward the parking lot, got into my Porsche, and drove toward the Savoy Motel.

I did just as Lorna said, parking and standing by an adjacent gas station, waiting for her to come out of that motel and give me a high sign.

As I stood there waiting nervously, her car pulled into the motel parking lot.

She got out of the car, wearing that disguise of hers. She had on that same blonde wig and the dark glasses, and was walking quickly toward the motel office.

A few minutes later she came back outside, walking toward me. She stood at the edge of the motel parking lot, then nodded. That was the signal that I had been waiting for.

I gave her a few minutes to get inside the motel, then walked through a back alley, coming out behind the motel. I was deliberately going through the back, so that the man in the office would not be--likely to see me.

I knocked on the door once, and Lorna quickly called out to me.

"Come in, honey," she said.

As I opened the door and walked inside the room, closing the door behind me, I could readily see that she was all set for business. She had already gotten off her slacks and blouse, and was now down to her garter belt, her panties, and her bra.

She hadn't been wearing a garter belt on those other two occasions, and it seemed to add a sexy dimension to the whole thing.

She was lying back on the bed, luxuriating in comfort as she looked up at me and smiled.

"Get off your clothes," she exclaimed. "Then I want you to take me on, baby. I want you to use that talented tongue of yours, then your cock."

"Oh, you're going to get every kind of intense action today."

"I expect it, sweetheart. We can do a few things that we didn't even try the other two times."

"I'm all for that."

"I don't want to take a shower right now. I'm too hot. I want to get right into the sex."

"I figured you might feel that way," I laughed. "Just to be on the safe side, I took a shower this morning."

"You cleaned all over?" she smiled.

"I sure did."

"That's a good boy," she chuckled.

Now I was quickly climbing out of my clothes. As I looked at her lying on that bed, the old cock stiffened even more noticeably than before.

She did look damned beautiful, what with those long, lean legs and her jutting breasts.

The longer I looked at her slim, beautiful legs with their scintillating white texture, the more I recognized that she even had better legs than Marna. The only reason I had thought that Mama's were as good at the time was that I was so hot. But now that I had an opportunity to compare and contrast, I could see that Lorna's legs were a little longer, and a little better put together, possessing a certain trimness that Marna's had lacked.

Now I was out of my clothes, and as I tugged down on my shorts, she heaved a sigh of exhilaration as her eyes came into contact with my burning penis.

"Oh, honey, do I like the looks of that," she said. "I love the looks of that cock of yours. I love to play with it. I love to be fucked by it."

"You're going to get a chance to do all of those things today," I told her.

But first I had to finish undressing her, and that was destined to be a beautiful ceremony indeed.

I eased my nude body into bed with her, leaning forward and directing a potent kiss toward her lips.

I watched those gorgeous ruby red lips of hers pucker up, and as my lips pressed fervently against them, I enjoyed the sizzling impact that shot through every current of my hot blazing body.

I was on fire and so was she as our bodies trembled and twisted while our lips remained fervently and passionately locked together.

We kept twisting in that bed, and soon the old bedsprings were jangling even more noticeably than they had in Mama's room the other day.

I finally turned loose of her lips, and as I did so, my fingers seemed to find their way instinctively around her bra straps.

I kept fumbling around, since I was so damned hot that my fingers were shaking like leaves in a wind.

But I stuck with it, however, and finally was successful in removing that bra, which I tossed haphazardly on the floor.

Now I sank my tongue into the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous breasts. I was stroking magnificently, giving everything that I had. As far as I was concerned, there were going to be no preliminary movements. Everything was going to count and I would put every ounce of hot combustible energy into every movement that I put forth.

I kept up that hot tongue stroking for several seconds, after which I moved that tongue over toward her left breast. I went to work fervently on her breast, letting my tongue manipulate with fervent dexterity and skill. I wanted to see to it that I got her hot as physically possible before I began to focus my tongue on her vagina.

I quickly withdrew the tongue, and then reached down and grabbed her garter belt. I enjoyed fooling around with it, and in particular I liked the act of grabbing that strap and snapping it against her legs. I did it several times, and began to chuckle from the hot, brisk contact.

"Listen to those straps slap against those beautiful legs," I said. "I like that."

"All you men are alike when it comes to getting hot and bothered in bed." Lorna laughed. "You're all little boys. You all like very much to do the same things."

"Yes, I'm hypnotized by that hot cock of mine," I admitted.

After I had a little fun with her garter belt, I began to undo it. I wanted to get off those panties, to gain access to that flaming cunt of hers.

"Come on and go after my pussy," she encouraged, her legs quivering noticeably. "I want that tongue of yours to go to work, baby. You've got a nice hot tongue, and you know just how to use it."

I finished undoing the straps, then went to work on her panties, tugging swiftly downward. I meant business and my heart was fluttering rapidly as I worked my fingers downward.

As for my cock, it was just getting out of sight. It was standing on end, long, proud and tall and ready for some immediate contact with this beautiful woman who lay there before me.

I finished removing her panties, letting them drop to the floor. Now I had a shot at that gorgeous cunt of hers, and immediately I let the fingers of my left hand go to work on that mound.

I looked down at those familiar rust-colored pubic hairs, tickling them with my fingers, then probing more deeply toward the inner confines of her mound.

As I fingered her mound, I exclaimed:

"I've got to suck you."

"Oh, I wish you would."

"I like that cute wiggling ass," I told her matter-of-factly. "I want to suck it."

"Oh, let that tongue of yours go to work. I like that. I like getting a nice hot ass suck."

"Then we're in business," I nodded, smiling.