Chapter 3
The smoke was thick in the back room of Manny's Bar. They held the games there, but they needn't have hidden their activities. Hell, half the police force sat in on the games from time to time!
He tossed a dollar onto the tray as Connie handed him his drink. He held the glass up to the light, noting the heavy amber color. Manny always poured a good drink when he was playing poker, Bob thought ruefully. It helped to get the players a little drunk.
Bob felt in a nasty mood. Tonight, he was going to really kill them. He'd play it cool and wait until he had a lockup hand, and then he'd lay it in until it hurt!
The drinks were always free, and the buck was for the wide-hipped, sexy-bodied waitress, Connie, who was always playing cozy with him. She leaned down close and said in a sultry voice, 'Take it easy tonight, Bobby boy, and maybe we can have a little fun. Fold early. Win a bundle, then split!"
He had had this offer before from her, but he had always been nailed to the table, behind, and he had never managed to take the little sexpot up on her offer to fuck him.
Tonight was going to be the night! He was going to really clean up early, then cut out and leave the suckers hanging out to cry. Then he'd show Connie what fucking could really be like. The voluptuous redhead was built for it... big breasts, wide hips, good legs, and a look in her eyes that told him she'd never get enough cock to make her happy.
He took Connie's advice and instead of gulping down his whiskey and water as he usually did, Bob sipped at it. He had a hunch, and he was right. The cards were falling good for him. He backed off when he should have and he didn't try to bluff when he felt he was beaten. He had good cards for the better part of the night, and he played like a pro, milking the last dollar possible out of the other players when he had a winner.
It was early, by his standards, when he rapidly glanced at his pile of chips and saw that he was almost five hundred dollars ahead. At that moment, Connie came in, saying loudly, "Last call, men. I'm taking off." She looked at Bob meaningly, rolling her eyes toward the door in invitation.
He looked her up and down lewdly. She was standing with her hands on her hips, her large breasts jutting out, their melon-like shape clearly outlined under the thin blouse, topped by out-thrust nipples. Her pelvis was shoved out enticingly and the round curves of her ass-cheeks jiggled slightly each time she moved. She glanced from Bob to the other players, but none of them spoke up. Bob made up his mind quickly.
"I'm cashing in," he announced, winking broadly at Connie. "Any of you losers want a last drink?" The players shook their heads, looking sour. It was unusual for Bob to walk out with any money, much less a good chunk of theirs and they didn't like it.
"Okay, Joe," Bob said as he shoved over his stacks of vari-colored chips, "lay seven hundred in my hot little hand." Joe counted the chips, then handed over the money.
"Thanks, men," Bob said lightly as he headed through the door to the bar following behind Connie, watching her buttocks bounce provocatively. As the door closed behind them, he reached out and laid a hand on one curvy ass-cheek, squeezing it hard.
Connie jumped in mock surprise and said over her shoulder, "Can't wait, huh?"
"About long enough for you to grab your purse and get the hell out of here," Bob quipped in what he thought was a devilish manner.
She went behind the bar, reached under it and came up with her purse. The place was empty, and she stood aside for him to precede her outside, while she put the automatic lock on the door, flipped out the lights, and followed him. - It took them only twenty minutes to arrive at the now darkened motel, and both their hands had been busy, feeling, pawing, arousing.
Bob used his master key to open the last unit, which he knew was unoccupied.
"You brought me good luck tonight, Connie," Bob said, turning on the lights, eyeing her body lasciviously.
"That's what women are for, honey," she replied.
"That ain't all they're good for!" Bob laughed, tweaking one of the nipples that stuck out so tantalizingly. "So," he waved his hand grandly about the room, "welcome to my humble abode."
"It must be something, owning a place like this," Connie said, "You can keep switching around from room to room." She giggled as he ran his hand over her breast.
"You got anything to drink in here, Bob honey?" she asked. "I don't drink while I'm workin', and I've got a healthy thirst built up."
"No, but I got two bottles of bourbon in the car. Be back in a second. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" He went quickly outside and got the bottles from the trunk and returned looking triumphant. She was sitting on the bed, her legs spread wide, staring at him as he set the bottles on the nightstand, then brought two glasses from the bathroom.
"Ain't got no ice in here, baby. Mind drinking it straight?"
"Naw, I usually do. Ice ain't supposed to be any good for you, anyhow." Connie watched him pour two drinks and as he handed her one, he sat down close to her on the bed. He raised his glass, glad that he had decided to quit winners for once, and have a little fun. It sure beat sitting up all night until you were groggy, then crawling home flat broke. And the redheaded waitress looked like she was really ready for fucking. She was on the big side, with a large frame, but she had good proportions. Bob was already trying to visualize her plump legs draped around his neck.
They drank, and Bob coughed as the liquor burned his throat. He decided that he wanted to dig into Connie's pussy before he got too drunk to appreciate it, and he set his drink down. She was taking big swigs of the fiery liquor, and wasn't even batting an eyelash.
Bob leaned over and unzipped the back of her dress, sliding it forward over her shoulders so that he could reach her half-exposed mounds of flesh. He extended a hand to touch one, but she laughed and set her drink beside his. Standing up, she let the dress fall from her body, saying mockingly, "Boy, you're a shy one, ain't you?"
Bob stared at her breasts. They were enormous, yet nicely shaped, with large nipples and each had a circle of darker pink surrounding it.
"Aren't they nice and big, Bobby?" the tantalizing redhead asked proudly. She ran her hands over them briefly. They swelled out from her chest like ripe cantaloupes, and they jiggled with each slight move that she made.
Bob just stared in awe at them.
"Well, ain't you gonna even touch 'em, honey?" Connie asked indignantly. She pushed a hand up under each one, leaning forward and shoving them close to Bob's face.
Bob reached out both hands, squeezing them gingerly, liking the way his fingers sank deep into the soft flesh. He pulled her toward him and she flopped on the bed. His mind was boggled at the sensation he felt as his hands tried to gather one breast in each. Her nipples grew even larger and became taut as he twirled them between his thumbs and forefingers. Bob felt his heart begin to beat faster as his cock began to stiffen. He felt a strange sense of power, maneuvering this large, sexy woman about to suit his whims.
The lust-driven husband looked at Connie's face, and saw that her eyes were beginning to grow hazy with desire. She sure didn't take much warming up, Bob thought.
"That's the way, baby," Connie cooed as he increased the pressure on her nipples. Her eyes were half-closed and she moaned low in her throat.
Bob felt a wild excitement taking hold of him. Connie was a live one... a hell of a lot different from the ice-box that Laura had become. He pinched her nipples roughly, then kneaded the enormous mounds of flesh with his palms and fingers for a moment.
The lascivious redhead continued to moan and sway, and Bob reached down and put one hand on her naked thigh. She wore no stockings and he felt her shudder with pleasure as he stroked her naked flesh. His cock was rapidly hardening now, pushing out against his pants. He let his hand rove slowly up her inner thigh. Connie suddenly closed her thighs tightly, pressing the heat of her body into his flesh. Bob thought his cock would burst through his pants as his fingers touched the first, soft, curly red hairs of her cunt! She was gasping now, and his own breathing was rapid. He felt the moist lubricant of her pussy juices with his fingertips, and she relaxed her thighs, letting his fingers move into the slit of her pussy. They groped and found the damp entrance to her cunt. Bob was astonished at the tightness of her pussy, and he inched his extended middle finger in deeper, moving it about, searching for her clitoris.
Connie was kissing his neck, making whimpering noises in his ear, and her strong perfume was more intoxicating than a drink would have been.
He pushed her back onto the bed and quickly slid his pants down, kicking them off along with his shoes. She lay panting, eagerly awaiting his caresses, and he flattened himself close to her, reaching over and grasping one of her huge breasts as he found her lips with his mouth and shoved his tongue way to the back of her mouth. As she took it, sucking it as if she would swallow it completely, he moved his hand from her breast down to the soft, waiting pubic hair and inserted his fingers into her moist twitching cunt.
"Oooooh..." she moaned aloud, and then she was all over him ... kissing him back with a fury, running her hand up and down his thick, muscular back, her nails raking his flesh and sending shivers of delight over his body.
Bob couldn't get over how good she felt in his arMs. She was really stacked ... all that firm soft flesh lying there, begging him to take it. .. to use it for whatever he wanted! Her bigness only added to her voluptuousness and he was filled with curiosity of what it would be like when he had it stuck way up inside her. Even though her breasts were like large balloons, her hips were in fine proportion and her waist was surprisingly slim. She did not have the heavy belly of many big women.
As her hand moved down and grasped his blood-swollen cock, she muttered, "My God, what a man!" She squeezed and stroked his rigid penis as he put his hands over her round, full buttocks and pulled her toward him. She raised one leg high, guiding his cock into her moistly welcoming cunt, and Bob lunged forward and rammed it up into her damp, slippery channel as hard as he could. Her body twitched and writhed and she groaned with pleasure in response to Bob's monstrous cock burying itself deep up into her cunt. She wound her smooth, long legs around his thrusting hips and squeezed him still closer to her, so that his pelvis ground down into hers. The muscles of her vagina held him tight, enclosing his rigid, pulsing cock.
She pulled his face close, kissing him wildly, moaning, "Fuck me, Daddy, ... yeah, yeah ... fuck me all night!" Connie screwed her firm buttocks tight up against him until there was barely a fraction of an inch between them. The sensitive nub of her clitoris quivered as his weight shifted back and forth on her quivering mound.
"Fuck me harder! Harder!" she begged, gasping for breath as her clasping cunt surrounded his throbbing penis, opening and closing around the thick plunging shaft. Fire was building inside her belly, sparked by the excitement that flashed from her cunt, and it spread rapidly to every nerve ending in her body. It rippled through her flexing legs, and curled her toes as she held them tightly against Bob's back. Connie moved her hips from side to side and up and down on the burgeoning cock that pumped insistently in and out in a jackhammering rhythm, plunging far back into her lust-filled womb.
The frantically working husband was finding it hard to hold back his cum. Connie was a new kind of woman for him, and she was much better than he thought she'd be. He should have tried her out before, he was thinking. The experienced redhead used the inner muscles of her pussy in a fantastic manner as she pumped her buttocks up and down smoothly. His cock felt as if it were plunging into a warm butter-filled mitten as her hungry pussy sucked up and down his shaft. He was groaning now in pleasure, and his balls were aching and swollen with the cum he needed to release deep up inside her eager pussy.
Bob could tell that Connie was ready to explode. She was making mewling sounds, and her juices were flowing around his stiffly pistoning cock. Her head tossed from side to side and her eyes rolled, her red hair flowing from side to side. She bucked up to meet his thrusts, her back arched and her feet and legs digging so hard into his back that he was afraid she'd break his ribs. His saliva-filled mouth went to hers, covering it as he thrust his tongue in and out of her open mouth.
"Oooooooh, God ... I'm cumming," Connie moaned. "Harder... honey ... faster and harder..."
Bob drew back until just the spongy head of his pulsing cock remained at the entrance to her cunt. He suddenly rammed his body forward, driving his turgid penis up into the very depths of her, so hard that both their bodies moved a foot farther across the bed.
"Oh, Bobby . . . aaaah . . . fuck me, lover... give it all to me ... " Connie screamed as his cock smashed into the bottom of her steaming vagina. The mindlessly writhing redhead squirmed and fluttered like a butterfly impaled by a pin, as his long cock slammed into her so deep that his balls slapped loudly into the widespread crack of her round buttocks.
As his 200 pounds rose and fell, ramming his cock deep into the throbbing cunt, her head swam with the joyous feeling and her fingernails raked at his broad back. She sucked hungrily at his tongue, avidly swallowing his saliva as if it were ambrosia.
The bedsprings creaked and groaned in protest and the room was flooded with the sounds they made as they neared their cum. Connie could feel the first waves of a gigantic pleasure start to climb from within her cunt, spreading rapidly to her entire body. She reached down for his balls, grasping them firmly and kneading them with a gentle movement, begging him, "Cum now, honey ... now ... please ... please cum ... !"
Bob's cock was swollen to unbelievable proportions, and each thrust it made was like a pile driver pounding into her. Bob felt the tingling beginning in his balls, moving quickly through his body. Her manipulations of his cock with her vaginal muscles was driving him out of his mind!
He felt the molten lava of his cum begin in his balls and move up through his cock, taking over his lower body and his emotional structure. "You hot little cunt!" he gasped, "you sweet fuckin' cunt!" His cock spewed his hot searing cum in a stream into Connie's wide pussy, its Jetstream bouncing huge globules off the walls of her pulsating vagina, driving Connie to the heights of joy.
As she felt his viscous semen spewing up into her, her back arched up at least a foot from the bed, and spasm after spasm freed her screaming, ecstatic orgasm, making her body twist and jerk in an obscene dance of total abandon.
Bob collapsed onto her, his chest cushioned by her large breasts, gasping and gulping for air. Both their bodies twitched with the last lingering thrills of their now depleted passion.
They had lain in spent exhaustion for a long time before Bob stood up as if dizzy, reaching for his glass and quickly downing the bourbon. He felt it hit his stomach with a burning jolt and he looked down at Connie. Her legs were still spread wide and he could see the wetly matted hair of her cunt glistening in the dim light. Little streams of his cum seeped from her well-fucked vaginal slit onto the bedcovers, just below the crevice of her ass-cheeks. The sight of her wide-open cunt brought instant arousal to the young husband, and he knew that he'd be ready for a second go at her in a few moments. He had to ... she'd been too fantastic to settle for just one fucking!
His episode of the day before with his wife had left him unsatisfied, but the lascivious redheaded waitress had more than made up for Laura's lack. He wondered suddenly what his wife was doing. Probably moping and pouting like some martyred saint. It had served her right, Bob thought viciously. She should have responded like Connie had. . . like a real woman should!
He laughed aloud suddenly as a drunken idea came to him. The drinks he'd had earlier at the game were beginning to get to him, and the almost-full waterglass of bourbon was finishing the job. But, he told himself, he thought more clearly when he had just enough booze.
Connie stirred and propped herself on her elbow, looking at him quizzically as he stood grinning into space.
"It wasn't that funny, was it, Bobby?" she smiled.
He grinned back, his cock already beginning to harden again as he looked at her spread pussy. He reached for the bottle and poured another stiff drink for himself and added some of the liquor to Connie's, handing it to her. They sipped slowly as she eyed his rapidly rising cock, and he looked at the inviting slit that was wide open to his salacious gaze. He fondled his hard cock absentmindedly.
The aroused young husband licked his lips absentmindedly as he stared at her lewdly splayed pussy. But he was thinking of Laura's pussy. Why not? he thought, the whiskey was bolstering his courage now, it would probably taste good. He knew she would like him sucking her cunt. She was his wife, after all, and she was a good-looking piece of ass, no matter what. And he had never eaten Laura's box. This would be the trick that would snap her back to the reality that she was his wife, and that she had better damned well do as he said. And it might make her appreciate what a lover she was married to!
Bob rolled Connie over so that her well rounded buttocks were partially exposed. He slapped her lightly on the rump and said, "That's some nice ass, Connie!" She winced and frowned in mock anger at the slap, but he knew she liked it.
"What do you say to something different... something to add a little zip to our sex?"
"Zip? What zip? I thought it was pretty good," she said.
"Yeah, it was terrific, but this is something extra!" The more he thought about it, the more exciting it seemed.
"There's a broad I want to have some fun with..." Bob watched her face to see how she'd take it "She's a stick-in-the mud that needs her pussy woke up. You game?"
Connie shrugged. "Sure. Why not? Anything for some new kicks." She sipped at the whiskey nonchalantly.
"Good!" Bob said. "I'll get her over here and you just go along with the game, okay?" She nodded.
Bob was exhilarated with the flush of liquor and with his developing idea to give Laura something to think about. And ... he was going to get a real bang out of it himself!
He reached for the telephone and dialed his own number. The office had a different number from their home phone, and he knew Laura would be at home now. She must have been asleep, for he let it ring several times before she mumbled a sleepy "Hello ....?'.'
"Laura, come on down to Number 15, right away. I've got something I want to show you."
"Bob! What are you doing home? I didn't even think you'd be ... "
"Never mind the questions, Laura. Just come up here right away. Okay?" He put down the phone, not giving her a chance to question him any further.
He walked over and put his hand on Connie's pussy, rubbing it briskly. "This should be fun, baby," he said, winking. "Now, how about you doing something special for me." He pulled her to her feet, then sat down on the bed, spreading his legs and pulling her down to her knees in front of him. His cock was erect, waving crazily as he moved about. "How about you doing a suck job on me? That ought to shake up Laura!"
Laura put the phone down, a look of puzzlement on her face. Her eyes showed a vague fear, and she ran a hand over her still sore face. What was he up to now, at this time of night? He was usually at his poker game much later than this, or out helling around in some wild get-rich-quick venture.
Laura had tried her best, once her mind had cleared and her body had begun to feel somewhat normal, to convince herself that his savage conduct of the other night had been due to his having been exceptionally drunk, and under a severe strain from his guilt at having borrowed more money.
She had also taken a long look at her role and behavior in the marriage, trying to see where she might have been partly responsible for his deterioration into a common drunk and gambler. She told herself she could have been more understanding ... more companionable. Maybe she should have continued to visit the track with him more, instead of making a drudge of herself and leaving him with too many hours to kill alone. She might have done a hundred things to be a better wife to him, but, when she put it all together, the cold facts told her that she hadn't been to blame.
Still, she wanted them to make marriage work, somehow. They had to do something to change the deadly routine that was developing. And it had to be a change on Bob's part, she knew, for she couldn't let him drag her down to his gutter! Even after his disgusting performance, and in spite of her genuine loathing of the moment, she still felt a spark of the old love for him slowly kindling within her each time she thought about him. Maybe she was just in love with the image of what she thought Bob could be, but whatever it was, the spark was still there.
When he had surprised her with the mysterious summons to Number 15 unit, a quick delight had sprung to life within her. Perhaps he had planned something to show her that he was sorry for all his bestiality! Maybe he had brought a special gift - a peace-making gesture. Best of all... perhaps he had won enough money back, by some miracle, to put their finances back in some shape.
She ran to the closet and threw on a light robe, pausing before the mirror long enough to primp her hair and put on some quick makeup. Her heart was dancing at the prospect of getting things on the right track once more. She put on some slippers, and with a last glance to see that she was indeed attractive, she headed for the last unit of the motel. She hoped desperately that, if indeed Bob did apologize and they made up, he would give her the gentle, thrilling, fulfilling kind of sex that they had once known ... so long ago.
She reached the room and stopped outside the door. Her hands were trembling. She wanted to be in complete control of her emotions when she faced him so that he wouldn't fly into a rage again. Maybe she was putting too much emphasis on the material things... on money, and she wanted to tell him so. All she really cared about was him. As she stood there composing her thoughts and emotions, she heard a strange sound coming from behind the closed door. She listened carefully, but she couldn't identify it. She opened the door slowly and peered in. The sight she saw froze her in mid-motion, and her heart sank!
Bob was finishing off the last strokes by holding Connie's head in both hands and forcing her wide-open mouth down deep into his stiff cock.
"Suck, baby, suck it good! All the way down!" he commanded her, and the wanton redhead was complying with eagerness. Her full lips nibbled at the head of the thrusting rod as it jammed in and out of her mouth. She sucked loudly, making a sputtering, coughing noise on occasion, as he drove it almost into her tonsils. His balls slapped against her chin as he fucked her in the mouth, faster and faster, bulging her cheeks grotesquely. He watched lasciviously, his eyes glazing with lust, as his turgid cock disappeared deep into her mouth, then reappeared, saliva covered, hot, rigid!
"Now you're with it, baby!" Bob gasped in pleasure. "Take it all! Eat it! Eat it!" Bob stared down in lewd fascination and watched his cock disappear obscenely into her face! He pulled her head harder and faster, and he began to raise his buttocks in a fast rhythm, feeling his cum rising in his balls.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw the door opening and he pulled back, positioning the sucking redhead's face directly in front of his glisteningly trembling, blood-swollen cock as the spurts of white cum shot straight out, doing an obscene dance, showering Connie's face with the sticky liquid, leaving small gobs of it clinging to her cheeks and running down into her open mouth.
She licked at the sticky streams on her face for an instant, then lunged forward and began to suck and lick his rapidly jerking cock, her eyes closed in delight, murmuring animal sounds that matched those coming from Bob's throat!