Chapter 6
Most of the following day at the library was an extended, polite version of what hell must be-at least for Miss Harble.
Every second of the whole time she was looking for Pete Foster. The almost mocking see ya tomorrow still rang in her head. He had sounded as if he meant it, and she fully expected him to walk through the library door and come grinning up to her desk. But as the clock hands edged sullenly toward four o'clock, she still had not seen him.
And then she got the telephone call.
One of the library helpers came to the checkout desk and told her that there was a call for her in the supervisor's office. She thought nothing about getting a call, of course, and certainly not one at the library. Willy had often called her there to say he would be late getting home from school.
But this call was not from her nephew-and if she had known that Pete Foster was calling her right in the presence of Miss Amelia Clark, she would never have had the nerve to answer.
Miss Clark, a prim and tight lipped old bitch who had refused to let a copy of Playboy be included in the magazine section of the library, was sitting behind her office desk when Miss Harble entered. And it was clear from the supervisor's grim expression that she disapproved completely of anybody taking personal calls on the library's time.
Miss Harble gave her boss a nice smile as she picked up the receiver, but Miss Clark only glanced coldly at her and went back to whatever she was doing.
"Hello, Miss Harble speaking."
"No shit," Pete Foster said, a deliberate grin in the tone of his voice, "and how's my favorite hot pussy today?"
Miss Harble felt a sharp pain go through her breast. "Oh, uh, yes Willy, what is it?"
"Who the hell is Willy?"
Miss Harble glanced at Miss Clark, and saw the shadowy annoyance in one of her lifted eyebrows.
"No, Willy, I don't think you had better plan on going to the movies tonight. You have your homework to do."
"Hey, I get it," Pete's voice droned. "You can't talk. Okay, I'll do all the talking and you just improvise some good answers. Have you thought about our little conversation yesterday."
"Yes, of course."
"How about giving me a try, then?" And in a lower, huskier voice that Miss Harble feared her supervisor might hear, Pete added: "I sure am hot to satisfy that tight, hairy pussy of yours."
Miss Harble swallowed. Her hands felt sweaty on the phone. "Just tell me where the movie is that you want to see, Willy."
"The motel, you mean? Sure, it's a little joint way over on the other side of town. A cheap motel called Bide-a-while Motel. And you don't have to worry about a thing. I know the guy who runs it, and he doesn't give a crap what goes on as long as he gets a fat tip. And I've already arranged for a room."
"What time is the movie?" Miss Harble managed, her throat dry and aching.
"Soon as you get off work. Why waste time?"
Miss Clark was looking up at Miss Harble now, her thin lips pressed together with a puritanical finality.
"Gonna let me fuck you?" Pete breathed, his mouth close now against the receiver. "Gonna let me put my big teenaged prick where you want it-where you know you need it?"
"I-I'll have to think about it."
"Okay, but don't think about it too long. You're not the only fish on my line, baby. You play coy too much with me and I'll drop you. But right now I'm hot as pepper. I'll bet
I can screw your hungry cunt to death this afternoon. Coming."
"I-I-"
"See you as soon as you can get there. Just come to Room 16. I'll be waiting. And I guarantee you'll like what I can do for you, honey. There's nothing like getting a wild fuck from a healthy young guy like me, and you know it!"
"Goodbye, Willy."
"I got a big hard-on right now, doll."
She put down the receiver so nervously that it clattered off the hook, causing Miss Clark's eyebrows to knit up in fresh disapproval.
As she started out of the office, Miss Clark's sharp voice caught her like the sting of a whip.
"Miss Harble, I do wish you would ask that young nephew of yours not to bother you during working hours. There are probably people waiting at the check-out desk for you right now. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Clark. I'll tell Willy to be more thoughtful."
"Please do!"
Back at her own desk, Miss Harble was still as nervous as a cat-but edging across the nervousness was a dark tom-tom of excitement. Her common sense told her not to even think about going to that cheap motel in the middle of the afternoon.
But her throbbing pussy told her she shouldn't dare miss the opportunity!
By the time her workday was over, she had already made up her mind. Instead of going down to the bus stop as she always did, she walked in the other direction until she found a taxi. Then, with a flush at her cheeks for fear the cigar-smoking man behind the wheel would know exactly what she was up to, she directed the driver to take her to the Bide-awhile Motel.
It seemed an eternity before the taxi pulled up at the curb, and another eternity while she fumbled out the five dollar bill from her purse. When she told the smirking driver to keep the change, he grinned and winked at her.
The only pleasant thing about going to the motel room was that nobody saw her-or at least nobody paid any attention to her.
The motel units were little cabins, all shabby and needing paint, but in that section of town it didn't make any difference. There was an air of carnal cheapness about the very atmosphere surrounding the motel, as if it were a big pool hall where drink and sex were as common as breathing.
She found Room 16, and was grateful that it was far to the back of the other cabins.
She knocked on the door hesitantly, and immediately Pete Foster's youthful face appeared.
"Well, well," he said, eyes twinkling. "Come on in."
The minute she stepped inside the dank, small cabin she wondered if she hadn't made a wild mistake. What in the name of God, she asked herself, was she doing having a tryst in broad daylight with a seventeen-year-old boy!
But Pete Foster seemed right at home. She saw his high school football jacket slung over the back of a chair, a six-pack of beer on the crude bureau, and the bed covers stripped back to the bare mattress.
"Want a beer?" he asked, casually.
"No thank you."
She saw that he already had an open beer in his hand, and she watched as he swigged some of it down. He wiped his slack mouth with the back of his hand and then looked her over exactly the way a rancher might appraise a prize cow.
He was wearing jeans and an open sports shirt, and besides the pleasing muscles she could see in his arms the unbuttoned shirt revealed his chest-beautiful, smooth pectorals. Despite herself, she felt a ripple of delight at the sight of his young body.
She was glad she had come, she realized.
She did want to have sex with Pete Foster.
She wanted him to fuck her with all the power and furious lust at his command!
"Have a seat, Miss Harble," he breathed, taking another quick sip of beer. "Naw, not there-on the bed."
She did as he told her, sitting lightly on the very edge of the creaky mattress, her blood beginning to pound in her veins.
He came over and sat down beside her, then automatically slid one strong arm around her shoulders. With his other hand he began to unbutton the front of her blouse.
Neither of them spoke, and the very silence made what he was doing to her that much more stimulating. It wasn't foreplay the young man was beginning with her-nothing as subtle as that. He was merely stripping her down so that he could fool with her tits, thus getting her hot enough to screw. And even before he got the buttons open on her blouse, the randy nipples of her breasts were popping out, extending into the coned centers of her bra cups with itching need.
He removed her blouse expertly, then unhooked the snap of her bra and pulled it carelessly off her shoulders. He tossed the bra on the floor beside her blouse. Then he slid his arm back over her shoulder and found her left nipple with the blunt tips of her fingers. He squeezed the growing nub lightly, teasingly until it was a firm, hot plum under his touch.
"Nice boobs," he whispered, huskily. "I'll bet these babies just love a good suck."
His words were savory in her ears, and the more he roiled her left tit the harder it seemed to grow!-
His other hand came up and began to do the same thing to her right tit, flipping the enlarged nipples this way and that, sweetly torturing her into a delightful mood of lustiness!
Instinctively, her right hand found the bulge between his legs. The prick that she had only seen from a distance was now under her nibbling, exploring fingers-and the size of it sent a throbbing excitement right through the core of her cunt.
"That thing big enough for you, baby?" he breathed.
She couldn't answer him. All she could do was move her trembling fingers all the way down the length of the sheathed penis, measuring it as greedily as a miser measures his gold.
Both of his hands were pulling on the coned ends of her tits now, using a gentle-rough action calculated to make her ample bosoms swell to almost twice their normal size. And to add to her growing pleasure, he tweaked just the tips of the nipples with thumb and forefinger.
Her pussy grew hot and wet beneath her panties. She could feel the eager lips of her slit pulling back, spreading wide, generating the kind of pre-coital juices necessary to accommodate the entry of a prick as long and big and stiff as Pete Foster's!
"Ready for me to fuck you?" he asked, grinning at her as his hands continued to ply more and more titillating joy into her swollen tits. "Ready to see if you can take my nine inches all the goddam way?"
She moved her head in a jerky nod, making a small whining sound deep in her throat.
"Get undressed," he commanded. "I wanta fuck you right."
They both stood up, and as she worked her way raggedly out of her skirt and panties he locked and double-bolted the motel door. Then he came back to the bed while stripping off his shirt and pants.
She was nude first and already lying spread-eagle on the small bed when he pulled off his shorts.
But when she saw his incredibly developed, oversized prick come flopping out between his legs, she gasped and raised up on her elbows.
He smiled. "I thought you'd like it," he muttered, a faint touch of real contempt in his voice. "I never saw an over-the-hill broad who didn't lick her lips over a big piece of meat."
He put one hand around his penis and stroked it proudly. The large cock grew fully hard and stood out from between his legs like a club. Even the balls were big, and the dark puff of hair at the root of his prick grew like little whiskers down around those promising bags of passion.
She was still staring as if hypnotized when he walked slowly over to the bed and pushed the pink head of his tool right up to her face.
"Wanta lubricate me a little with your mouth?" he breathed.
Even if she had never had the experience of sucking Willy's stout young cock-and didn't know how tasty a boy's aroused organ could be-she would not have been able to control herself.
With a faint moan of need she rolled her starving tongue out and began to lap wetly on the arrogant, spongy nub of his prick. She moved it to the right and left with the force of her tongue, loving it, lusting after the salty aroma of it.
Finally, he laughed and stepped back. He laughed softly again at the way her tongue stabbed at the air a few times. She was just like a hungry little puppy who had had his meaty bone taken away.
"Don't worry, honey," he said, "I'll let you suck on me all you want after I've given you a good fuck. But a blowjob is always better the second time around. Lasts longer for both of us."
"No," she pleaded, softly, "I want to suck you now."
She simply couldn't take her eyes off that nine inches of tempting meat. It was the strongest looking penis she could imagine. Deliciously hard, with one large vein traversing the column, perfectly formed, the big plum-shaped head of it still glistening with the hotness of her mouth.
"Later," he said, flatly. "Now lay back cross-ways on the bed and open your legs. Spread open your pussy for me with both your hands."
His crude words were sensual music to her ears!
She did as he told her, positioning herself so that half of her buttocks were off the edge of the mattress. Then she put her fingers around the sensitive lips of her cunt and pulled the meaty folds apart-forming her vagina into a scarlet, wet gash.
He came between her legs holding the root of his sturdy teenaged cock in one hand. Then slowly and teasingly he nudged just the head of it into the pliant cleft of her sex.
She could feel the lips of her pussy trembling around the large knob of flesh, twitching eagerly to get more of him.
He pushed his hardened prick into her just far enough to cover the head of his dick completely, then stopped. He grinned slackly as he felt the hot outer folds of her curit almost nibbling and sucking at his meat.
"Man," he breathed, huskily, "you are one helluva hot bitch. I'll bet you haven't been fucked in a month of Sundays!"
She had both of her legs scissored out wide to receive him. From his position all he could see was a fuck of pussy hair and the head of his big cock buried snugly into the middle of it.
"Fuck me!" she hissed, suddenly, unable to control any longer the drumming need that was making her hormones sizzle. "Put it in me and make me cum!! "
He gave her an almost boyish grin. "Don't worry your ass about that, lady. I'm gonna make you cum four times, and that's a goddam promise!"
As if to make good his boast, he slid both his hands under the lower part of her thighs and pushed a few more inches of his stalwart prick deep into her cunt.
For the first time in her life she felt the sweet agony of a cock too large for her. His overgrown penis nudged against the walls of her pussy, hurting her.
"Too big, eh?" he whispered, and then he fed her another inch or so and made her yelp in protest.
He had only half of his seventeen-year-old prick into her hole, but it already felt like a baseball bat to her!
She opened her legs as wide as possible to accommodate him, but still his enormous bar of hard meat pained her tender slit.
"You can take it," he sneered, softly. "When I'm through fucking that mare-hole of yours, you're gonna be able to take a horny stallion!"
To both her relief and regret, he pulled his big peter from between the clasping lips of her cunt. His retreat made a sucking noise. Then she watched him walk over to his football jacket and search quickly through the pockets. He found the tube of lubricant and deftly squeezed a generous glob on the head of his long rod. He smeared it evenly half-way down the column of stiff flesh, then tossed the tube aside.
He came back to her with his greased hard-on wagging stiffly between his legs.
"Try it now," he said.
His prick went into her much easier now, but even with the aid of the vaseline he had to grunt once or twice as he pumped the lovely monster firmly into her willing cunt.
He stopped only when the blunt head of his cock touched the mouth of her womb, and when his heavy balls were resting like ripe pears against the crack of her ass.
Miss Harble had been on the verge of an orgasm long before he got his whole prick into her, and when she felt the wicked head of it tickling against her womb she arched her back, gasped, and sent a mad flood of juices streaming over the entire length of his cock!
"Hey, wild," he whispered, holding her buttocks in both hands while throb after throb of pleasure pumped through her loins. He had not yet started fucking her, of course, and the feeling of a hot pussy wetly massaging his stony prick excited even his experienced teen-aged brain. He had never made a cunt come off that fast, and his arrogance centered all the more in the long pole of flesh he had rammed up her snatch to his nuts.
He began to screw her from his half-standing, half-crouching position. It was the best position in the world for letting the male do all the work and put all the power into his fucking. He could use his legs and the balls of his feet to funnel his big cock as far in or as far out as he pleased, to ball her slow or fast, and above all to give her that rare joy of being totally at the mercy of a lustful male!
He fucked her steadily for the next five minutes, never relaxing his pace, never giving her the chance to recover from one luscious thrill before she experienced another. And he was still working on her smoking pussy when she spasmed for the second time. Her cunt jerked wildly around his moving prick, constricting and bloating until the lips were foaming like a mad dog's mouth.
"That's number two, ma'am," he announced, in mock politeness.
She was lying back across the bed with her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, panting for breath. She had no control at all now over the lower part of her body. It was completely in the control of the healthy young stud who stood squarely between her legs, his vigorously stiffened prick still crammed to the balls up her pussy.
He could have fucked her again, exactly the same way, and her insatiable cunt would have foamed with even deeper pleasure.
But he preferred to change tactics.
He pushed her legs around and joined her on the bed, his muscular body planted above her so that he could suck on her swollen tits while he screwed her all over again.
When he began the third attack on her surrendering thighs, he left no doubt in her lust-drenched mind that she was being fucked by an expert. His thrusts were deep and powerful, lasting just long enough to let the burning cavity of her cunt absorb the hard length of him before he pulled the head of his prick to the very lips of her sex and plunged downward again.
It took longer for her to climax this time, but the wait was well worth it. When she spasmed for the third time, her whole body convulsed in a savage thrill that moistened his balls and trickled hotly down into her ass-hole.
He stopped for a few minutes, chewing and sucking on first one elongated nipple then the other. Then, almost before she could catch her breath, he was at her again.
"S-s-stop!" she moaned, leaning up and digging her fingers into the firm muscles of his arms. "Please! I can't stand it anymore--! ! "
But he knew she not only could stand what he was doing to her, that deep in her wicked cunt she craved to have that one last, deep-vaginal kick!
He pushed both her arms back down on the bed and held her in place, both raping and seryicing her doughy pussy with the best he had to offer.
"Still want me to stop?" he husked at her, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he bucked and pumped his hard, naked buttocks in rhythm above her.
Her answer came in a demented purr of lust. She thrashed her head from one side to the other, her teeth clenched in a drowning need to cum-but no matter how brutally he fucked her hole, that last elusive orgasm danced out of her grasp.
He sensed her struggle and fucked her faster.
She bounced her burning thighs up at him, screwing in a raw, wanton compliment to his male power.
"You wanta cum for me, you prick-loving bitch?" he snorted, sweat beginning to drip from his forehead. "You wanta show me how much that sucking pussy of yours can juice!? "
And to answer his own question, he slid one of his hands down between his belly and hers and found the throbbing tip of her sleek clitoris.
He rubbed and teased that greasy fang of passion with thumb and finger at the same time he doubled his powerful thrusts.
With a sharp cry of joy she lifted her molten hips up to him and began spasming like a whore!
He continued to fuck her until she was limp, her constricting pussy as dry as a pod.
And then, like a lusty afterthought, he released his own boiling sperm into the pit of her cunt with a half-dozen bolting spurts. She took his juices with meek, gulping throbs of her exhausted twat.
When he was finished, he pulled his still-swollen tool from between the dripping folds of her pussy and wiped it casually on the edge of the sheet.
When she finally glanced at him, he was grinning at her with that knowing look all males have when they have discovered the fatal weakness of a female born to be fucked.
"You'll think it's worth the money next time," he breathed, softly. "When you're hot enough, you'll come smelling around my ass with that twenty bucks in your hot little hands-and that's for sure, baby!"