Chapter 10
Once inside the motel room, Dee didn't know whether to feel cheap or elated. Nice girls waited for a ring before they went this far. Some girls waited until the wedding night. But she was here, for better or worse. She was already in the old maid age bracket, so how could she be particular?
She stood frozen in the middle of the main room, thankful that the bed was in another room. John was locking the door; he was as silent as she. He had seemed very nervous before they entered the suggestive place, so neatly cleaned and shining. The bathroom door was * open, revealing the tiled interior. Plenty of towels . . .
Now a creepy coldness was entering her body. Why couldn't they have done this at her apartment, or at his? There would be no interruptions, though. He had signed the motel register, while she had waited guiltily in the car, under a different name.
He turned from the door, caught her around the waist and kissed her hard, on the mouth. Ohhhh, that was much better! Her lips opened willingly, her arms circled his neck. That frozen place inside was beginning to thaw. He burrowed into her mouth, his tongue pushed between her teeth. She remembered how the blonde at the tavern had accepted the strokings of the man's tongue; she opened her lips farther, and John's tongue slid sweetly in and out.
She felt the bulge in his pants against her belly, close to her cunt. She shuddered. It was going to be okay. She was turning on. Her pussy was starting to leak more hot juices. Sinful and wicked or not, she loved it!
When their mouths broke apart, she hid her face on his shoulder. "I'll go in the other room," she said, haltingly.
"Right," he muttered.
She pulled away and almost ran to the bedroom. She closed the door. A lamp glowed in one corner of the plush room, a big queen-sized pad sat invitingly and sinfully in the center. Deep, voluptuous carpet covered the floor; it was deep red in color. Even the interior furnishings suggested sex.
She began to undress. Before he came in she would turn off the lamp. There were no outside windows here; they would be in concealing darkness. Her blushes and confusions wouldn't show. All of her previously planned actions and words were a jumble in her brain; she seemed to be struggling in deep water.
I'm too bashful to sprawl out and show myself, the way I did for Terri, she thought, dizzily. I was going to be very sexy and abandoned. Maybe some other time. I can't, now. Maybe I can't even say anything sexy. But I do want him between my legs. I want to know how a man feels, above me and inside me.
John stood dazedly in the center of the big motel room, his pants sticking out, his heart hammering. How worldly he had been. I uttered one word since we came in here, he thought. Big lover! I'm supposed to take the lead, make things easy for the nervous virgin. If she is a virgin. Doesn't matter. She's here, she wants it.
How easily he had operated with Rita, because Rita knew the ropes. The same with Nell Winter. They had made him, not vice versa. Now it was up to him to do the making, and with a very special girl, not an old widow or a whore.
I'll get the job done somehow. I'm not backing away, now!
What was proper motel procedure? Presumably she was in there getting her clothes off. Would a light be burning? Was he supposed to walk in there naked? He was so damned confused he was half afraid he was going to lose his hard-on.
He had never seen her pussy, she had never seen his cock. Damn. He couldn't just stand there. He had to do something, even if it was wrong. She was passionate, he was passionate, so why couldn't they just start banging away at it?
He removed his sport shirt, then his trousers. He took off his loafers and socks. Funny thing, he had worn his socks in the whore house. His shorts bugged out. He reached down and brought his prick out. It was sopping wet on the head. It was very big.
For the first time since he had met Dee, he began to wonder if his cock was too large for her. He had been snug in Rita and in Nell. They knew all the tricks. They had taken over, they had admired his big, long prick. Damn it, he had to stop worrying!
Still in his shorts, he knocked on the door. He heard faint movements from within, then a voice said: "Come in."
Hands shaking, his chest so tight he could hardly breathe, he pushed the panel open. Total darkness inside. Then light from the doorway fell across the wide bed, revealing dimly her figure, under the covers, her white face resting on a pillow.
"Close the door!" came her voice, shaky with emotion.
Well, it was her deal. He pushed the panel shut behind him, slid out of his shorts. He groped his way toward the bed. He bumped into the edge and banged his knee on the footboard. Damn, it hurt. He fumbled at the covers, finding a pair of sheets apart. He crawled between them. His arm and left leg contacted her body; he shuddered.
"Oh, honey!" she cried, as he reached for her and pushed his body against hers. She was naked. He started to kiss her and their heads collided, not hard. She gasped; then their mouths were sliding together, her arms went around his neck, his right arm dropped across her belly. She trembled violently. Now his big, hard cock grazed her thigh. She trembled again. A thousand words seemed to spring to his lips, but he couldn't utter one. She half-turned, rolling against him. His prick was now touching her belly.
Dee was shaking with more than passion. Trickles of uncertainty and fear grabbed her when she felt that big cock slide wetly across her belly. She had looked at illustrations and diagrams of cocks; but she hadn't expected his to be so huge.
She rolled back, lying flat, hoping he would play with her before he tried the insertion. Yes, he was doing it! His hand was on her thighs, pushing them apart. Finally, she opened them farther. His uneven breathing, their closeness under the sheet and covers, spiraled her excitement higher.
A man was finally touching her legs, caressing them. She was in bed with a young, husky male. The worst of her fears should be over, now. Everything would progress in a normal manner, the darkness would hide her blushes until she could become more relaxed.
I'm going to have a man between my legs, his chest on my tits, at last! she thought, dizzily. After all these years, it's about to happen. How did I ever work up enough nerve to go this far.
I know I'm too tense, I can't giggle and be playful; I'm too worried that I won't please him. Ohhhhh!
His fingers were gliding along her inner thighs, and his palm touched her dripping pussy. She shuddered and moaned. That secret place between her thighs was being invaded by a man's roving fingers; her passion was climbing again as pleasure fanned out from her cunt.
He nuzzled the covers from her tits, he approached them with more boldness, because he had kissed them before. She wasn't turning on as fast as she had in the front seat of his car. Was the darkness bugging her?
Suddenly his right hand left her pussy, he grabbed her right hand and steered it to his cock. She touched it tentatively, shaking all over. It was simply monstrous! She closed her fingers around the swollen, heated shaft, and another blade of fright possessed her, robbing her of thrills.
I wonder if I can take it, she thought. Ohhhh, I have to.
His hand returned to her cunt; he was panting faster, now, and a finger opened her moistened pussy Hps and sneaked inside. Her hips curved instinctively toward this source of delight. His lips surrounded a stinging nipple, he shivered as he tongued it. Ohhhh, why wasn't she rising toward a climax?
She moved her hand up and down on his cock. He shuddered, his strong body tensed, his hips raised, his mouth broke away from her tits, and she felt a sensuous swelling and throbbing of his prick. He was having a climax.
"Uhhhhh!" he cried, fiercely. He started to swing above her, she opened her legs to accept him, but it was too late. She felt the erotic tensing of his cock, then liquid spurting on her belly! He gasped and panted, his hips thrusting against the covers. His finger went in and out. Yet her pussy wasn't responding!
What's the matter with me? she wanted to shout into the darkness.
He quieted, breathing hard, and she pulled her hand reluctantly from his come-wet cock.
"I-I'm sorry!" she cried. "Go ahead! Do it to me."
He patted her thighs; she pulled them farther apart. He swung over above her, his knees between her long legs. He nuzzled her tits; somehow they weren't as tender as she had anticipated. The newness of this whole thing, the awful shyness she was fighting, began to bother her even more.
He was breathing hard. She felt the press of his knob at the door of her pussy. She raised her ass. The hot touch was like nothing she had ever dreamed of; as her cunt lips spread, she experienced a kind of fright; she wasn't too sure that she could accept his big cock.
Shaking, he pushed. She felt a lance of discomfort, then pain! She flinched. The wetness around her slit seemed to turn cold instead of hot. He backed away, just a little. Trembling, he tried again. Her opening still wouldn't accommodate his prick.
This is horrible! she thought, wildly. I'm afraid, I'm all tense and uptight. I've dreamed of this moment, and now it's going all wrong! I can't take his penis! I'm not doing things right!
Again he shuddered, she felt his body tense, he groaned and suddenly another gush of come erupted against her pussy! A few faint thrills rewarded his effort. But he didn't hurt her; he wasn't raring forward, he was just dangling above her, panting out his lust, his passion-and she was turning colder by the moment.
Ohhhh, I wanted that up inside! she thought, feeling the come trickle down her pussy. He needed my pussy and I failed him.
He stopped shaking and rolled away, breathing heavily.
"I'm-terribly sorry, John," she cried, turning her head, tears in her eyes.
He muttered something under his breath; the tone was angry. How could she blame him?
He crawled out of bed, and she closed her legs, hiding her face in her hands. She heard him leave the bedroom.
I sure as hell muffed that! he thought, flopping into a chair. I was too eager. I wanted to slide it in her too soon. Why the hell didn't I play with her more. Natural- ly, she's half-scared! First time in bed with a man. I'll get ready soon and go back in there and try to act like a lover. She hasn't had a climax.
He realized now he should have picked up a bottle of wine or liquor; they should have had a few drinks and talked a while before going to bed. Not too late. He came out of the chair and started to pick up his clothes.
At that moment Dee came out of the bedroom, fully dressed, her face very white.
"I-think it's all over, John," she said. "I'm no good!"
"Damn it, listen to me," he shouted.
She stared at his naked figure, and walked past him to the door. "Please get dressed and take me home," she said, coolly.
I rushed it, he thought. I squirted come all over her belly and cunt and she'll never forgive me. Damn! Those long legs of hers are so sexy I couldn't control myself.
John sat rigidly in a chair in his apartment, still hating himself. On the drive back to Sumpter, Dee hadn't said five words. He still felt sorry for her; but was his failure all his own fault?
He was so damned miserable he felt like getting drunk. It was just four o'clock on Sunday afternoon. He was afraid to call Dee and try to apologize; he hadn't been able to in her presence.
Now he was aware of movement overhead, in Nell's big house, and he recalled their date. Well, why the hell not? He had plenty of sex-shots left. Dee wouldn't be going out with him again. He could relax around Nell, he could enjoy himself. She made it all very easy and lusty and terrific.
Maybe I don't need a younger dame, he thought, remembering Nell's passionate bed-bouncings, her sexy conversations. But I'm still crazy about Dee. I didn't handle her right, I messed it up.
His phone rang and he leaped out of the chair, hoping it would be Dee. A feminine voice answered, but it wasn't Dee's.
"Honey," Nell breathed. "I'm glad you got back early. Would you like a nice, frosty drink?"
"Yes," he said.
"Well, what're you waiting for, lover?"
Carl Wall was thoroughly disgusted. It was Sunday afternoon, Sarah had gone visiting, and nobody was around except Candy.
He had tried Dee's number several times, and no one had answered. Was she out on a hot date with that John Bellows? Maybe. More than likely she was shacked up somewhere with the fancy redhead, Terri Connell. Damned Lesbians!
His blackmail deal hadn't worked; he had to try something else to get in Dee's panties.
Taking the rest of his six-pack of beer, he strolled out into the enclosed rear lawn. He flopped into a deck chair and popped open another can of beer. He was working on it when Candy wiggled out the back door, wearing very snug, yellow shorts and a tight halter. Sexy, young bitch. He knew Dick Ulster had been fuck-mg her; he wished he could fuck her fresh blonde pussy.
"Where's lover-boy, baby?" he laughed.
She strolled to a chair that faced his and sat down, her soft, white thighs opened. He could see the outline of her cunt slit and his prick began to stiffen.
"Oh, he went fishing with the boys," Candy said, dryly. "Last night he got drunk."
"Too drunk?" Carl asked, slyly.
"Yes. I didn't make out."
He wasn't too surprised at her frankness. He finished his can of beer and reached for another. He held one toward her. She nodded and smiled. His long cock began to harden even more.
"You're kind of sore about Dee getting an apartment, huh?" she said, cleverly. She put the opened hole in the beer can against her fresh, carmine lips. She drank and winked at him.
These broads had built-in antenna. She had never given him this much come-on. Of course, flagging her cute ass around and flirting was part of her nature.
"What makes you think that, baby?" he asked.
"Oh, I can tell, stud. You want to get that cherry!" She giggled. "If you ask me, I think that redheaded gal friend of Dee's has already picked it."
He grinned, but he felt a sinking sensation. What a wise little bitch she really was. "You got any better ideas, Blondie?"
"Hell, Dee's an old maid already. I'll bet I could give you more than she ever could!"
He felt a real jolt. "What the hell are we waiting for?"
She giggled. "I need a new dress. Is that too much to ask for?"
"No," he said, rising. "How much?"
"Well, it's forty dollars ..."
"Cheap little whore, he thought. I can get it for ten downtown. But not as fancy.
"Sure," he said. "I been wondering how good you are, baby." She laughed. "It's a deal."
Dee walked restlessly back and forth in her apartment living room. She had showered and refreshed herself and still she felt no better. She had failed miserably in her very first attempt to please John. He wouldn't call her again. There was no real reason why she hadn't been able to take his cock into her cunt. She had just checked herself in the bathroom, and in her still turned-on condition she had been able to push three fingers into her pussy, all the way to her cherry.
I was scared, I rejected him, she thought, miserably. Maybe I didn't hold my hips right. Ohhhh, damn. Why couldn't I relax? How sexy it was when he came. I got some of it up in my pussy, anyway. But I wanted all of it! I wanted him to push it away up, I wanted him to break my cherry.
She opened her dressing gown and cupped her pussy, weaving her hips.
I need it now, I'm burning for it. Should I call Terri? No. No more girl stuff. I need John's big, wonderful prick! I want to go off around his driving cock!
Oh, I just won't play with myself. I'll get dressed and drive over to his place. We've been in bed together. Surely we can try it again, if he's willing. I can't wait. I'll throw myself at him. I'll try to be real sexy!
She drew her hand from her cunt and almost ran into her bedroom. Now to dress just as becomingly as possible. She had a brand new mini-skirt and a very tight blouse. She would wear very dark, sexy nylons. She would put on more makeup.
I'll turn on big if it kills me! she thought. I can't lose him. I'm nuts about him, completely nuts.