Chapter 5
It seemed darker than it should be at this hour of the afternoon. Jill glanced up at the sky. Black clouds, tinged with silver, were hustling in toward the shore. The air smelled like rain. She stood in the narrow tunnel under the freeway and wondered if she should risk getting soaked, trying to get a ride. Her legs felt weak. Her skin was sticky and sweaty from the muggy air that preceded the coming storm. Through the arch of the tunnel she could see a motel sign. Might as well check in there, and clean up and take it easy until tomorrow.
The tiny bell over the screen door brought the elderly heavy-set manager out of his back room. He looked her over, his sharp eyes noting the tumbled waves of blonde hair falling below her shoulders, and her oval face that was still without a line or a wrinkle. Her long shapely legs were as pretty as any professional dancer's. His eyes widened slightly, with approval, as she stood smiling at him, her large melon-shaped boobs straining against the thin dress.
"Room for one more?" she asked, digging in her purse for her wallet. She opened it and slipped her fingers inside. It was empty! That son of a bitch lifeguard had ripped off every cent she had!
The manager perched on a high stool, dropping his hand over his dick that lay like a long, lean sausage on his thigh. "Bad luck?" he asked.
"All my money's been stolen! God, what will I do now? Maybe-do you need a maid here? I'm willing to work hard for you." She decided to take him into her confidence, and told him about cutting loose from her marriage and hitting the road.
He listened quietly, lighting a thick cigar. He finally shook his head. "You would starve on what maids are paid, around these parts," he said quietly. "Tell you what, though. No offense, and you can take it or leave it, but I could use a good looking female like you around here. Not to make beds. To be in them."
Jill looked at him, biting her lip as she began to understand what he meant.
"The unit at the end of this row is comfortable and clean. It's yours. I collect the money, split sixty-forty, with you. Lots of horny business men are always on the road, looking for a well-built chickie like you. And I'm always here. No one will hassle you. My last babe took off with one of her steady Johns. Well?"
"How-how much do you charge the-the customers?" Jill asked, hesitantly.
"One hundred smackers. Cash. You'll have more business than you can handle. I promise. By the way, I'm Jerry Rand."
"Jill Martin," she smiled, shaking his pudgy hand. "Looks like we have a deal. I'll try it, anyway. I sure have to do something."
He handed her the room key. "Leave that wedding ring on," he told her. "I'll call you around ten tonight. Or maybe I'll just send Gary on down to your unit. He's due to stop here, tonight. Good guy. Not rough."
"Thank God for small favors," Jill smiled, rubbing her sore cunt, ruefully. "I can't believe this, really. Me, doing it for money!"
"All women do it for money, one way or another," he commented dryly. "Go clean up and get some rest."
Her room was nice, like the manager promised. Jill tossed her suitcase in a corner and stripped bare. Her hand cupped her fluffy mound of cunt hair. Her finger teased over her clit. Already she was getting turned on, thinking about making it with a horny dude in a motel room in the middle of nowhere. She filled the tub and blissfully soaked, humming softly to herself and toying with her pussy.
This was wild, but with a few bucks in her kitty and her little pussy temporarily satisfied, she could buy a bus ticket, if she wanted to, and travel to her sister's house in comfort. She had always been very practical and down-to-earth, when she was up against it. So she'd turn a trick or two, and take off. It was exciting, thinking about being with a hot man who wanted only what she wanted-to enjoy living and to fuck up a storm.
Jill stretched out on the bed and fell sound asleep. It was dark outside when she woke up. The motel sign filled her room with a sexy red glow, blinking its message into the rain-swept darkness. She sighed happily and brushed her hand down over her sleek, naked body until she was touching the soft fluff of hair covering her moist cunt. Her fingers slipped inside her pussy lips, and she felt her slick hot flesh come alive. In another second she was idly trailing her fingertips over the swollen bump of her clit. She pressed down. Little waves of pleasure rippled inside her. She increased the pressure and the speed of her rubbing. Her nipples crinkled up tightly.
"Ummmm ... mmmmm," she murmured.
The faster she rubbed her moist scarlet nubbin, the better it felt! Her hungry cunt responded to the stimulation with a trickle of warm cream. Her pussy swelled and moistened even more. Jill dipped her middle finger into her cunt and withdrew it, slowly. Her cunt quivered with anticipation of more! She caught her breath. How long had it been since she relaxed and played with herself this way. It felt strange, but very exciting!
She rubbed faster on her wet, throbbing clitty. Her pleasure mounted in quick spirals, making her cunt gush a flood of thick, slippery juice. If only her stupid husband had played with her this way, and gotten her hot and eager to fuck before he jumped her. But no. He just gave her tits a quick feel and flopped over on her. In sixty seconds it was always all over. He would turn his back to her and snore, while she lay wide awake, hot and trembling and wondering how she could have been so dumb, marrying such a sexually indifferent clod.
She slid her moist finger all the way in her hole. Her finger moved like a miniature cock, up and down in a swift fucking motion that brought her hips up off the bed. With one finger going on her clit and the other buried in her wet cunt, her excitement was dizzying. She pushed a second and a third finger inside her creaming hole.
"Oh! Oh, God, that's good!" she gasped.
Her hot clit swelled up fat and stiff, as she frigged it faster and faster. Her cunt gripped her fingers. She panted and swung her hips furiously. It wasn't like getting balled, but her pussy was still driving her up the wall with its hungry urging.
She moved her three fingers together swiftly, up and down deep in the silky tunnel. She seized her clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to twist and tug the slippery little bit of erotic flesh.
"Ooooooh," she moaned in the darkness, drawing her legs up tightly to her stomach. Her orgasm belted her so powerfully she almost slipped off the bed. Her spasms went on and on, rocking her body, blasting her belly with convulsive contractions of her strong muscles. Her cunt cream gushed out all over her fingers.
"Mmmmm, Mother!" she whimpered. "I'm so fucking hot! I hope to hell that manager sends me a hard cock before this night is over."
She padded, naked as the day she was born, into the small bathroom. Jill brushed her hair until it shone with golden lights. A touch of lipstick and a quick pinch to her cheeks, and she was pleased with her reflection. Her nerves were still singing, and tight. She shrugged the cotton print dress down over her shoulders and settled her aching breasts in the tight top. Her nipples were throbbing and erect.
She was famished, but too excited to think of anything she wanted to eat. Except cock! A light tap on her door made her pussy quiver, deep inside.
"Hi. I'm Gary. The manager told me you might be interested in having some fun company on this wet night."
Jill's eyes went straight to the sweet bulge in his pants. She swallowed hard and forced a bright smile. "Come in out of the rain. Ah ... I ... I don't do this sort of thing. Ordinarily," she blurted out, nervously.
"So he told me," Gary smiled, tossing his long coat on the chair. He stood looking at her, expectantly. Jill turned away to sit on the bed. She patted the mattress beside her hot butt. His thigh pressed against hers. His hand went around her waist, feeling her body tremble. He tilted her chin up and his lips closed over hers. She went limp, letting him press her down on the bed and cup one of her full breasts. She was hot to fuck!
"You are really built nice," he murmured. "And you turn on fast. For real. No fake pro act." He kissed her again. His hand trailed down over her flat stomach. His fingers rubbed over her full cunt mound. "Mmmmm, nice. Nice. Put your hand inside my fly. It's open!"
"I-oh, God! Are you ever hard! And-and big! This is awfully fast, for me." But her hand tugged his rigid cock out of his slacks. She struggled to sit up to look at the wicked tool the manager had sent to fuck her. Gary had a nine inch hardon, capped with a swollen reddish head. His cock sprang up from a tight nest of brown curly hair. His balls were thatched with the same silky covering. They felt heavy in her shaking hands.
"Your cock is ... simply beautiful!" Jill whispered. "I hope you aren't rough with it. I ... I'm terribly hot. I was playing with myself before you showed up."
"So was I," he laughed. "Why do you suppose my fly was open? I was walking around outside in the rain, jacking off like a dumb kid, wondering about you."
"Your dick doesn't feel cold at all. Now," Jill smiled.
He stood up and stripped naked. He lay on the bed, smiling, relaxed, fingering his rigidly erect dork. She reached down to tug her dress up over her head, suddenly feeling shy, for some strange reason she couldn't understand.
"You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen. And that takes in one helluva lot of boobies," he grinned at her.
Jill looked down at herself. Her breasts jutted straight out, her rosy nipples stiffly erect. He pulled her down and lay on his side, tucking his stiff cock between her legs, where it pressed and twitched delightfully against her hot cunt. She caught her breath sharply when his hands began to mold and caress her hot mounds.
He cupped the heavy globes, raising and releasing them, stroking over her feverish skin. He ran his hands all over her sensitive boobs, sending tiny shivers of excitement down to her wet, waiting pussy. He bent his head down and kissed her stiff nipples. Then Jill saw his long tongue flick out, wet, shining in the weird reddish glow of the sign beyond her window. He licked her nipples. Thoroughly. With obvious pleasure.
"Ummmmm," Jill murmured. She could feel her cunt gushing thick juice down her crack. It was getting more and more difficult for her to catch her breath. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Her pussy moved against his wide cockhead like it had a mind of its own, snapping and wiggling him in between her full, wet cunt lips.
He lifted her hand to his mouth, licking her palm. It seemed to Jill it was the most sensuous thing a man had ever done to her. The red light in the room glinted off her wedding ring.
"Some jerk was really a fool to let a woman like you get away from him," he said quietly. "You are one really hot female. Your cunt is so alive it's all I can do not to ram my cock straight home in it."
"Why try to hold off?" Jill asked. "I'm ready to fuck, right now!" Her hand reached down to stroke around the base of his erect, throbbing cock.
"Not yet. We have all night," Gary said. He pulled back so his dick slipped out from between her legs and slapped wetly against his taut stomach muscles. He lifted her top leg and pulled it over him. Jill's cunt clamped down, inside, when he began to explore her pussy, her swollen red clit, the creaming mouth of her cunt hole and even down around the tiny opening of her asshole. She sighed with pleasure, at his soft touches. Not once in her marriage had her husband touched her this way. She had years of yearning for love like this, stored up inside her.
He thrust a finger in the folds of her soft bush and found the bump of her clit. The moment his finger touched her sensitive button, Jill felt a burst of horny pleasure. He stroked her clitty expertly, tickling it, rubbing it in the most exciting ways she had ever felt.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, opening her legs wider. "That feels so good!"
"Lay back and open wider," he told her. "I know something that will feel even better."
She suddenly wanted him to see every inch of her naked cunt. To have him lick her and kiss her, down there. She lay flat, raising her knees and parting her trembling thighs so it was all right there, open and so hungry, waiting for him.
He reached inside her parted cunt lips to knead her moist little joy nubbin. Her excitement grew and grew until her pussy gushed an endless river of hot juice. She knew he could see the steamy torrent spilling from her hair-fringed cunthole, but she didn't care if she soaked the whole damn bed. All her shyness had vanished. She was breathing hard, ready to screw the moment he moved up between her legs.
"I love what you do to my cunt," she whispered. "Love it! Ah! Mmmmm, you've got me going so hard I can't wait much longer to feel your prick inside me."
Gary was stiff as an iron flagpole, but he seemed in no hurry to use his dick. His hands pushed her thighs open, feeling her body tremble with lust. He seemed oddly content to tease her stiff clitty and blow hotly on the moistness of her flaming cunt opening and sniff the scent of her quivering cunt. Jill lay with her legs spread shamelessly wide, letting him play with her, hugging her own titties and moistening her parched lips, listening to her own rapid breathing.
He slid his finger all the way to the last knuckle in her fiery hot cunt and began to jerk it swiftly up and down in the creamy cunthole. He kneaded her clit faster and faster. Joy overwhelmed her. Jill came right up to the edge of her raging climax, her hips lifting off the bed in response to the hot friction of his frigging fingers.
"God!" she choked out. "You play with my snatch so beautifully! Ohhhhh! I love it. Ohhhmmm!"
Her hips bucked helplessly. Her eyes rolled crazily in her tossing head. He kept right on frigging her clit and cunt, intensifying her sudden orgasm. It went on and on, until she thought she would never ever stop coming.
"Gary. Gary," she sobbed, when her spasms finally ended. "I never thought it would be like this!"
"You like me a little, huh?" Gary teased her.
"Like? You are absolutely fantastic with a pussy," she smiled, pushing her cunt up off the bed invitingly. "Is it--are you ready to put it in?"
"No."
"NO!"
"Huh-uh," he grinned. "First, I think you ought to get better acquainted with your new friend. Kiss him."
Her fingers curled around his stiff prick. She cupped the wide head of his cock and got her palm slick with his oozing cock-juice. She stroked him vigorously, from the tight nest of curls up to the spade-shaped crown of his prick. His hand found the back of her soft neck and pushed her head down on his stiffly erect whang. She kissed the wet knob-like head of his tool. Her tongue whipped in tight little circles around and around. Then she opened her lips wide and slid down, down, down on him.
"Wuff!" he gasped. "Mmmmm, if you only knew how good your mouth feels, sucking me that way. It's going to blow up right in your face if we don't put it away somewhere."
Jill was more than ready! She rolled on her back and spread. But Gary shook his head and urged her up and over him, to sit down hard on his stiff cock and bury every inch out of sight in her golden thatch. He fucked her with swift, deep, steady strokes.
"Oh-good, good! Yes, yes. Screw me that way. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He was the lover she hoped he'd be, in every way. He was tireless, balling her steadily from one raging climax straight into another. Her hands gripped his waist, leaning over him, fucking his pleasure pole with quick snaps of her hips. He brought her off five fantastic times before she went limp, settling down on him, sinking his dork in her soaked hole clear up to his swollen balls. She shuddered from head to foot, shaking her tousled head to try to clear away the foggy haze that made his bright eyes, watching her, seem blurry and vague.
"Come! You've got to come!" Jill groaned. She hadn't the strength to choke out another word. She felt him abruptly stiffen inside her. Her cunt held him in a vise grip, waiting for that magic moment when his cum would roar up through his thick shaft and flood into her eagerly waiting hole.
"Yes! I'm gonna come! NOW! God damn, it's blowing off! The head of my poor cock is blowing off! Aaarrrggghhh!"
They clung together, rolling over and over on the bed as his dick poured out an ocean of scalding hot cum. When his cock finally stopped shooting, he pressed rigidly against her soft cunt mound, tilting her face up to him and kissing her tenderly.
"You are really something else," he murmured in her ear. "I'll never forget this night with you."
"If you are going to San Francisco, we could meet up there in the city-and do this all over again," she whispered.
"Best idea I've heard all week!" he grinned happily.