Chapter 6
The bright sun was high in a cloudless sky when Jill's sleepy eyes opened the next morning. She tried to figure out what had awakened her. The room looked familiar now. She could still smell her own hot cunt. The scent hung heavy in the room. She stretched luxuriously on the rumpled bed, and heard the tapping noise again.
"This is the manager. Do you have a man in your room?"
Jill laughed and called out, "I will in a minute. Come on in."
The portly motel owner came scuffling in, grinning, to sit on the edge of her bed and eye her full breasts gleaming through the thin shortie gown.
"How did it go?" he asked, reaching over to cup her cunt in his hand.
"He was terrific! A really nice guy. We plan on meeting again someday soon. You have some money for me?"
He counted out five ten dollar bills and tucked the money in between her moist pussy lips. A bonus! "If you'd like an after-nooner, I got the man lined up," he smiled.
"Sure thing. But I'm starved. What's on the room service menu?"
He snorted, flipping the sheet down off the bed. "You kidding? You can cook bacon and eggs in my kitchen. Strictly self service around this joint. Put a robe on and come on along with me."
She went in the bathroom and tinkled on the pot, watching him watch her. Jill held her gown up high while she patted her muff dry. "Like it?" she teased, slipping her finger in her warm hole.
"It will do," he said, casually. "I'm glad I'm too old for sex. Saves a lot of frustration, at my age." The bulge that grew behind his fly made him a liar. He patted her smooth butt and they walked hand in hand up the long row of units to his office, and into the kitchen in the back.
He sat beside her at the tiny table, watching the small movements of her full breasts under the thin robe, while she ate. Jill felt very grateful to him. Her hand dropped on his lap.
"You know you don't have to do that, if you don't want to," he said quietly. She felt his cock stir and grow along his leg.
"Maybe I want to," she smiled, tugging at his zipper. His face turned a happy, bright red. He cleared his throat noisily. He looked down at his full erection standing straight up in her hand. Her fingers moved, gently but insistently. The pink head of his cock rose clear above the edge of the table. A sparkling drop of fluid trembled at the very tip of his dick. Jill smoothed it over his knob and wound her fingers firmly around his shaft.
"Like that?" she whispered.
He nodded vigorously, swallowing hard. "It's been a long, long time since I've had a good looking woman jack me off," he muttered. "I'm gonna hate to see you go. When you decide to, that is. I'd like you to stay here, forever. And never stop playing with my cock!"
Jill knelt on the linoleum covered floor and bent his stiff cock out toward her open mouth. She sucked smoothly on him, bringing him up and trembling. The veins in his long tool stood out, blue and pulsing with the quick flow of hot blood surging through his cock.
"Jesus, just look at me!" he marveled. "Like I was a punk kid again!"
His hand closed over hers. Together, they stroked him into a fast, smooth come that Jill took deep in her mouth, sucking on him until he went dry and soft in her firm fingers wrapped tenderly around his delighted prick.
"Oh, oh. Me, oh, my!" he sighed. "Where did that young kid go?" he laughed to himself. "You killed him."
Jill laughed, and patted his limp cock. "I had better take my bath and get gorgeous," she told him. "You said I had an afternoon cock to handle?"
He sighed heavily. "Yeah. Hate to let you go to work. I forget the dude's name. He's in unit four. When you are ready, bang on his door. And take it easy, Jill. That bastard is hung!"
Jill took a fast bath and rummaged in her suitcase for a pair of silk panties and a tiny bra she had bought in a last-ditch attempt to arouse her husband's interest in fucking her. They had not worked. Not at all. But then, not one fucking thing did it for him. Just beer and the boob tube and maybe a quickie, one or two nights a week. That shithead!
Her dress didn't look too wrinkled to wear just one more time. Her heels clicked on the cement walk to room four. The door opened before she could knock. Standing in the doorway was a terrifically handsome man! Maybe forty-five years old. He wore a maroon robe and had two glasses of bourbon and ice in his hands. His eyes were a clear blue, in a deeply tanned face.
"Saw you coming. When you walk, everything moves. Delightfully!"
Jill smiled and took the drink he offered, sitting in the chair by the window. She hooked a knee over the arm, letting his eyes go to the tiny patch of silk over her cunt. She noticed he had large, well kept hands and a small moustache neatly trimmed. His body was strong and trim. The briefcase by his bed looked very expensive, and the Lincoln outside his unit was new. Money!
"Whether you know it or not," he smiled, "you look less like a pro hustler than any woman I've ever met."
"It's a long, sad story," Jill smiled back at him. "I'm no pro. Just lonely and broke. And suddenly very horny," she giggled. Her eyes watched his hand laying on his lap.
"Let's see what we can do about your condition," he said, standing up and pulling her to her feet. He slipped his arms around Jill. They kissed, deeply, wetly, hungrily. They tottered and lost their balance and fell on the bed, still clinging to each other. He wormed his slick tongue into her hot mouth. Jill responded, tickling her own tongue excitedly over his. He was breathing harshly.
"Are you all right?" Jill asked him, anxiously. She pulled back and looked into his bright blue eyes. Her hand slid under his robe. He drew in his breath, sharply, when her fingers brushed over his firm cock. Her eyes grew round as she felt him grow mightily under her soft touch. His cock seemed thick as a ball bat, and it must have been at least nine inches long. Jill bit her lip, having sudden doubts about being able to handle so much meat.
"I'm okay. My chest gets tight when I get turned on. Like now. You really do it for me, you know!"
Jill smiled at him and stood beside his bed. He lay back, watching her watch him slowly jacking off his enormous pleasure rod. She shook free of her dress.
"Want to take the rest off?" she whispered. He shook his head.
"You do it. I'll just lay here and play with this ready whang of mine. I'm hot to get with it! Christ, what a set of knockers you have! My mouth is slobbering already!"
He pulled her nakedness into his arms and began to kiss her, ravenously, on the face, on her hot mouth, on her full tits, and down, down over her smooth belly. Her pussy throbbed and got sticky wet with her excitement. She could smell her own cunt scent. It seemed to fill the whole room!
"You are one beautiful chick. You make my wife look like an old bat, and she's barely out of college. Whew! Your cunthole snaps at my fingers like a damn steel trap!"
His mouth worked slowly down over her fragrant muff. His fingers tugged her thighs open wider and lifted her knees up off the bed. He pressed his flushed face into her flaming hot bush, his tongue going abruptly mad, flicking and teasing around on her erect clit. She moaned and grabbed his rigid dork, stroking up and down and grinding her hot palm over the enormous red head.
Her glistening pink clitty disappeared in his mouth. He sucked and pulled on her cunt lips, shoving them widely apart and digging his tongue deeply into her clenching hotly scented love tunnel.
"Damn, Oh, damn! What a sweet, fucking pussy you have. I could eat you all day long." His cock leaped in her grasp, dribbling juice out and down his thick shaft. Wild electric sensations shot through her as he ate her cunt, nipping, sucking, and licking hot flashes of erotic heat out of her snatch, that spread like a flame up through her convulsing body.
"Lick me. Suck me. Harder. Bite. Bite!" she groaned, her eyes closing. Her head rolled around mindlessly on the pillow. His slick tongue tip flicked back and forth over her hot clit. A steady stream of cunt juice dribbled out of her hole, running all over his smearing chin. Her legs opened painfully wide. She clawed at the bed, in ecstasy from his sucking mouth on her pussy. It was so swollen she felt she would never be able to close her legs on it again.
"Ohhhhh, I love it. You suck cunt, like a real pussy master!" she whimpered. Jill tried to pull his enormous cock closer to her open, panting mouth. She felt herself moving like she was sliding on cool fire-ice, heading into a fantastic orgasm!
"Rowrmmm," she groaned, deep in her throat. "I never felt anything like your sucking mouth on my twat. You are fantastic! Uh! Uh! Uh! I'm coming. Gotta commme!"
She lost all control. Her cunt cream gushed out to soak his face. Her hips jerked all over the bed. She slammed her greedy clit again and again against his sucking mouth. Her orgasm blasted through her shaking body like an A-bomb!
He held her to him, waiting for her shaking to subside. She felt him move his hard cock, in his hand covering hers, bringing it up to her open mouth. It slipped inside, twitching as he felt her sharp teeth close over his cocktip and bite into his hot flesh. He groaned out loud and his tongue rammed into her cunt, lapping up her hot fluids and sucking for more. He fucked her cunt with his tongue, flicking it up and down and in and out while her hips fought back at the sensations of sucking and fucking that were driving her out of her fevered mind.
He gave her no time to recover. He kept on jerking his tongue into her convulsing cunt. The powerful spasms rocked her body again. She was breathless, hanging on to his cock, jamming it into her mouth.
He pulled it away from her, lifting her legs and sliding down under her body, his mouth going straight for her puckering asshole.
"Oh, no! Jesus Christ, I can't stand that. You're driving me crazy." But although she protested, her legs kept opening wider and her butt cheeks spread for his tongue. Waves of wild pleasure smashed through her cringing body as he worked his stiff hot tongue up her tight asshole. She tried desperately to relax, to let him get in even farther.
"I love your tongue in my asshole," she panted. "Love it!" Her hands dove into her aching cunt, slipping two fingers into her wet channel, clawing at her burning clit. In just seconds she came again, hot tears running down her cheeks and splashing on the rumpled sheet. He finally lifted his head and wiped his mouth against her hot thighs. She felt him roll her over on her stomach. His enormous rod sank deep into her hole, smoothly, strongly, going in and into her cunt, never stopping until it bruised against the very end of her cunthole. He pulled her up on her hands and knees and gripped her hip bones, ramming his thick dork in and out, making loud slushing sounds, forcing her love juice to gush out of her hole and dribble down her trembling legs.
His hand reached for her quivering tits. His hot balls slapped against her soaked flesh. The bed creaked. The steady rhythm echoed from the bare motel walls and buzzed around in her hot brain-slap, squish, slap, squish.
"How can it hurt this much, when I'm so fucking wet?" Jill moaned. "You are too damn big for my cunt. Oh ... I'm being cut in half. Too ... toooo damn big for me!"
"So, I'm too much for your cunt?" he grunted. "You have another hole, you know. Want me to fuck you up your ass?"
"No! Oh God, NO! You'd kill me with that huge thing. Just keep it where it is. I-I'm getting used to it, now. You have more cock than I've ever tried to handle before."
He slammed into her cunt, hard and fast. Her arms tired. She slid forward on the bed. He pulled his cock out of her sucking pussy, making a lewd slurping noise as her cunt walls came together inside her empty pussy. She flipped over, wrapped her legs around his trim waist and took his thrusting cock back into her hole again, wincing when he wedged his thick tool in her clenching snatch.
Jill's box was bruised and tender. Her nerves kept bunching up, screaming for the release of another climax, but she tried to relax and roll with his fucking motions. His come sneaked up on him with no warning at all! His cock grew red hot and erupted a terrific load of searing hot cum that burned her tender cunt flesh and quickly flowed out around his enormous cock, thoroughly soaking the sheet under her twitching bottom.
He pulled out and fell over on his back, wiping the sweat from his face with shaking hands. He groaned when her mouth closed over his dick, but he didn't try to stop her from sucking the very last drop of cum out of his battered cock.
"Weak. Weak as a kitten," he muttered. "Help me up. Pour us a drink. Strong!"
They sat naked together on his bed, smiling at each other and enjoying the burning coolness of the liquor as it coursed through their reviving bodies.
"I don't even know your name," Jill said, holding his rising cock in her warm hand.
"Doesn't matter. Soon I'll be way down the road. Better this way. What do names matter, anyhow? I know I'm not going to forget your sweet pussy, or the way you come and come when I fuck you."
"Speaking of that," Jill smiled, leaning over to kiss his wet cockhead. "You gave me a challenge, a little while ago. Now I really want to see if I can take this wild cock up my ass. Game?"
"Are you wet enough, back there?"
"Soaked. And hot. And ready."
They downed the last gulp of their drinks. Jill got on her hands and knees and waggled her round butt at him, grinning in anticipation. His cock rose full and stiff when his eyes saw her round, tight butthole, and the wet pink cunt slit just below it, waiting impatiently for its turn. Jill leaned over, hugging a pillow to her aching breasts, trying to relax so he could work his wide cock into her shit hole without hurting her too damn much.
"Ow! Oh, wow! Maybe, my idea wasn't so good, after all," she groaned when his hard rod pushed against her asshole.
"Shut up. Push!" was all he said. He was roaring hot again. His hips gave a quick snap. To her surprise, his cock whipped in past her tight outer muscle. It traveled in without a single pause until she felt his balls pressing against her wet flesh.
"Mother of Mercy!" he moaned. "I'm in, but I can't believe how tight your asshole is. How does it feel to you?"
"Mmmmm. Nice. Different. I love it! Let me push my fingers inside my cunt. I want to feel that huge fucking dick in me. God, there's hardly room in my pussy for my fingers! Fuck my butt, honey. Do it to me."
He rode his stiff meat in and out of her clinging asshole, settling his knees into the mattress and pulling her squirming ass back toward him. He suddenly pulled clear out of her shithole, only to ram his dork inside her hot cunt, right beside her exploring fingers. Wham! Wham! He pounded her cunt harder and harder, growing so stiff Jill's cunt felt like it had a baseball bat rammed in it.
"Aaaawww!" she groaned, gritting her teeth and spreading her hands on the bed, trying to steady herself under the terrific force of his hard dong reaming her cunt. He was going for his second come, holding her in a steely grip while his cock churned in her boiling hot cunt.
"Back! I want to be back in your ass!" he panted. "Want to come! Move, damn it. Swing that butt. Don't stop on me now!"
Jill's mouth hung open, gasping, dry as cotton in the summer sun. His cock whipped in and out of her stinging butt. Back and forth. Ripping. Tearing. He drove for that welcome burst of relief that would empty his aching balls and drown her cunt and her fucking ass with cum.
Jill crashed flat on the bed, bringing him down with her. His hands curled over her shaking shoulders. His hard cock kept rasping in and out of her chute. Her breasts were mashed flat against the bouncing mattress. Their breathing was heavy. Gasping. Labored. Jill didn't want to stop. Couldn't stop. Her nails ripped the sheets. She bit her fingers, whimpering. Her asshole was a raging fire! Still his tool kept slamming into her, spreading her ass cheeks, filling her shit chute full of roaring, flaming hot meat.
"Ohhhh, God, here it comes!" he shouted. "I'm coming. I'm coming in your fucking ass. It hurts! Shit, you're going to tear my cock off! OUCH! OUCH!"
"Keeeeep fucking meeeee!" Jill wailed. "I'm almost there. Almost coming. Screw me. Push! Push!"
Jill felt every muscle in her body tense up and snap like rubber bands. She moaned, lying flat, and motionless, except for her tight asshole gripping his hot dork. It seemed hours and hours, to her, before her body began to relax. Little shuddering comes continued to zip through her. Finally, she steadied down. He pulled out and awkwardly got to his feet, reaching for the bottle of bourbon.
"No," he muttered. "Fuck it. No more to drink, now. What I want is a good night's sleep. Mmmm, look at this poor cock of mine. You've broken it for good," he sighed, lifting its head and seeing it flop down and swing slowly in a long, tired arc.
"It will be good as new in the morning," Jill promised him. "You could bring it down to my place. Last unit in the row."
"Can't be, sweets. Business meeting, early in the morning. Time for you to scoot home. Take care of yourself, Jill. You are one terrific, mad, fucking broad. Love ya!"