Chapter 11

Sally couldn't help but find Gordon Kelly interesting, but she remained a little apprehensive of him at the same time.

She was concerned over the fact that, after coming on like a gentleman, he had begun acting in a little cruder fashion than she would have liked.

But still there was a certain rugged attractiveness about him, and he was the first professional athlete that she had ever known.

They arrived at Gordy's fashionable apartment, and he showed her around every room.

"This is lovely," Sally smiled.

"It sure is, and I couldn't have gotten it on my brains, that's for damned sure."

"Don't be so certain. You strike me as a very clever guy, Gordy."

"I appreciate you trying to be kind," he laughed, "but I really can't buy too much of what you said. Fortunately, I've got a good physique and fists that are like a couple of damned rocks. That's what has gotten me by. By the way, let me show you my den."

A big smile began to sweep across Gordy's face as he took Sally into the den.

He showed her pictures of himself on the wall.

There were various action shots taken from fights in which he participated. He would point to a certain picture, tell Sally the details concerning it, then move on to the picture next to it.

After he showed her all of the pictures, he turned and walked toward the movie projector in the corner of the room.

"I've got a film that a friend of mine made. He's a film editor and he put together a series of all my great fights. You can see the highlights on this one film. Would you like to see it?" he asked.

"That would be fine," Sally nodded.

Even though Sally was acting curious about seeing the fight film, there was a side to her that was very negatively disposed to the idea. She hated violence, and boxing was something that she always dreaded.

She remembered how Jerry had tried to get her to go to a fight several times and on every occasion she had declined. But somehow, after meeting Gordon Kelly, she began to revise her values, at least to the extent of wanting to get acquainted with a fighter. But she still felt a little diffident about seeing the film.

Gordon cut off the light in the room, drawing the curtains shut. He placed the roll of film in the projector, then set up the screen in the other corner of the room.

They sat down on the sofa and observed the film, which featured Gordon beating up on a number of helpless opponents.

Several times Sally had to turn her head away, but through it all she managed to stay with the film up to the very end.

When Gordon shut off the projector and opened the curtains, he beamed proudly.

"Don't I look pretty good in the ring."

"Yes, I suppose you do. But I'm no expert."

"You certainly aren't one to go overboard, are you?"

"No, I generally watch my words carefully."

"I guess that's a good trait," Gordon chuckled. "But there's something else too that you haven't leveled with me on. There's a side of you that's really turned off to boxing."

"How do you know?"

"Hell, I've been around dames long enough to tell whew somebody is turned off about the brutality in boxing. I recognize your tendency, and I don't really blame you. What the hell, you may be right. A lot of the chicks that I've known through the years have been a little uptight about the way I've made a buck."

"That's really unfortunate. I mean, you really are successful in what you do."

"Now let's forget about that. As I said, I'm really a lover at heart. As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to show you another film."

"What kind of film is this one?"

"You'll soon see," he chuckled.

A few moments later he drew the curtains, then sat down next to Sally on the sofa.

The film opened with a beautiful, woman and a handsome man lying together in bed.

The man kissed the woman several times, then let his fingers probe around her breasts.

"You see, I gave you one film that was about making war, this one is about making love,"

Gordy laughed. "You should really enjoy it."

"I will."

Gordon slipped his left arm around his beautiful guest, and as he let the arm remain in place, he continued to watch the unfolding action on the screen.

The tempo picked up swiftly as the woman reached out with her right hand and began pumping up and down on the man's stiff prick.

"That looks pretty good," Gordy laughed. "Are yon ready for something like that?"

Sally said nothing, but was getting hotter by the moment as she watched the steadily unfolding activity on the screen.

Gordy quickly unzipped his trousers, pulling out his huge erect phallus.

"Come on and play with my prick," Gordy said. "Just use the same movements the chick does in this movie. That will be your guide, baby."

Sally reached out with her right hand, pumping up and down in the same vigorous, methodical manner as the girl in the movie was applying herself.

Up and down she pumped on Gordy's long stick, and every time the girl on the screen would accelerate her movements, Sally would do the identical thing.

"I like your action," Gordy said. "You're really doing a great job, honey, I like it, I really do."

Up and down she continued to pump, and the longer she watched the unfolding action on the screen, the more eager she became for even more in the way of intimate forms of contact.

The finger movements suddenly ceased as the woman in the film began to slide her tongue over the edge of the man's long dick.

"You don't have to do that," Gordy said. "Not right now, anyway. Just keep jerking, baby, and you might get carried away to the point where I think I can't take any more of this, then I will call you off. You read me?"

"Yes, I do."

"That's good."

She kept on steadily working her fingers up and down Gordy's long prick. The fighter was enjoying the movements that she supplied, recognizing that it wouldn't be long before they would be climbing in bed together.

The woman on the screen kept up her effective sucking, bobbing her head up and down as the camera moved in, catching the sucking action.

"Just keep watching that," Gordy said. "That's what I call a great example. You can't help but profit from watching that kind of a suck job. Look at that gal move her tongue. She's got as talented a tongue as you could hope to find."

The girl kept on running her tongue up and down the man's pole until finally the camera closed in on the tip of his penis.

As the girl worked eagerly over his dick, a stream of hot white juice began to bolt from the end of his organ.

The man's entire body trembled as the sea of white liquid spurted out of the end of his pecker and into her waiting mouth.

She released her tongue from his cock, after which they embraced.

At that point the film came to an end.

"That's it," Gordy said. "You can turn loose now, baby."

As Sally released her fingers from his cock, Gordy jumped up from the sofa, turning off the projector.

"Just look at my cock," Gordy pointed toward it.

His prick stood long and tall, and Gordy was nervous then about getting into bed and fucking.

"Let's go into the bedroom," he said with impatience. "I've got to fuck you right now."

By that time Sally's resistance had completely left her. The vigorous contact with his huge penis had driven out the last vestiges of opposition in her. She was all set to engage in some spirited screwing with Gordy.

They walked briskly into the bedroom, at which point Sally stood next to the bed, waiting for Gordy to make the first move.

He immediately seized the initiative, throwing his arms around Sally and delivering a stirring kiss to her lips.

His powerful fingers worked their way down to her back, then to the buttocks, as his lips remained frozen against hers.

Gordy released his fingers from her buttocks, then ran his fingers through her hair.

Gordy broke their kiss, then slipped his tongue eagerly inside her mouth.

The tongues continued to collide with steady eagerness, and as they meshed with passionate enthusiasm, he felt a propelling urge to undress her.

He released his tongue from her mouth, then prepared to get into the act of lovemaking.

"I've got to undress you," he told Sally.

Gordy's eager fingers pushed her body backward as they moved into bed together.

He lowered her body downward with stabbing kisses to her lips all the while.

They lay together in the bed, and then Gordy reached out and began to undo her clothing.

He would periodically kiss her lips, just to keep her good and hot while he removed the clothes.

After Gordy got gorgeous Sally down to her panties and bra, the hungry fires within him multiplied all the more.

"I don't know that my cock can hold out," he laughed nervously. "And if it can hold out, I don't know for how long."

His fingers worked effectively against her bra, quickly removing it.

The fingers then began to collide with her nipples. He pressed his fingers firmly against her skin, then slid them over her firm breasts.

He let his fingers slide down eventually to her panties. He gripped the elastic which held them together, then began to slide them down her legs.

Swiftly he tugged at her panties, sliding them off.

"You're beautiful, baby, real beautiful," he said.

Once Gordy released Sally's panties, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. They engaged in a brisk French kiss which lasted for several long minutes.

By the time that Gordy released his tongue from his lover's mouth, he felt like removing his clothes.

Gordy got up from the bed, then began to nervously remove his shirt, then his trousers.

Sally watched with great appreciation, enjoying the sight of his powerful, nude body. In addition to having a long, stiff cock, Gordy possessed broad shoulders, powerful biceps, and a huge chest and long legs.

"I want you," Gordy said.

A panting, anxiety-ridden Sally awaited Gordy's first move.

Gordy sank his head down between her legs, reaching out and grabbed her thighs, which he systematically parted.

"I want you bad, baby," he told her.

Gordy sank his head down toward her vagina. He kissed it several times in succession, then got set to unleash his tongue.

"Baby, you're too much for me," Sally sighed. "You're quite a man."