Chapter 4
As soon as the door of the motel room was locked, Helen moved to Eric and kissed him. "Well, here we are."
She was amused because he still had that look of uncertainty on his face. They'd met by accident downtown and she'd realized immediately this was her chance. What she wanted was two hours with him in a motel room. She cajoled him into buying her a drink instead of going straight home after work and the rest was easy. He was a lamb, really. An adorable lamb and she knew fucking him would be delicious.
"Helen, are you sure about this?"
She laughed. "Honey, we're here, aren't we? Do you think I'd be here with you if I didn't want it?"
"What I mean is, maybe we shouldn't. I don't want any trouble with Roy."
Poor little Eric, she thought. She knew Roy had already fucked Ingrid. More than once. And here was Eric worrying about Roy.
She kissed Eric again. She pressed her body against his, kissed him hard and pushed her tongue between his lips.
"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Stop thinking about Roy and be nice to me."
She pressed her tits against his chest. She could feel the solid outline of his cock and balls pushing against her belly. He was going to be good. An exciting fuck. It was always exciting the first time. After that, she usually got bored with them, but the first time was always exciting.
Now she relaxed and pulled away a bit. "Maybe you don't find me attractive."
He assured her it wasn't true. "You're beautiful."
He took her in his arms again and this time he put his hands on her tits.
"I hope you like big tits," she said.
"I like these, all right."
She slid her arms around his body and gripped his ass with both hands. He dropped his hands from her tits and did the same to her. His fingers worked into the crack of her ass through her dress. He kept his fingers there just a moment and then he pulled his hands away again.
She sensed something about him. He was more inhibited than she expected. She liked it. She told herself she would bring him out, turn all the switches on and drive him crazy.
"I don't know about you, but I'm getting my clothes off," she said. "I have no intention of ruining this dress."
She walked over to the closet as she unzipped her dress. In a few moments she was down to her undies. In addition to a bra and panties, she wore a sexy black garter belt and dark nylons. When she looked at him, she saw the hot interest in his eyes and she was amused. "You're still dressed."
He fumbled with his clothes, watching her as she continued stripping. Now the bra came off and her heavy tits swung free. She cupped a tit in each hand and rolled them around a moment.
Then she dropped her hands down to the waistband of her panties and peeled them off. "Should I leave the stockings on?"
His voice was tight. "Yes, I'd like that."
Yes, of course he would. She had him now. She walked over to him, wiggling her ass as she stepped across the carpeted floor on her high heels. His eyes were on her cunt-bush, on the jungle of dark hair beneath her belly. She stopped in front of him and ran her fingers through her cunt-thatch. "Ingrid is so blonde, isn't she? I mean down there."
"Yes."
"And you must be too. Hurry, darling, I want to see."
His clothes dropped away, first his shirt and then his pants and then finally his shorts. He was blonde all over, his cock pink and long and his balls full and covered with blonde hair. She went to him and kissed him and used both hands to hold his cock and balls.
"Mmmm, this is nice."
Nice, indeed. He had a lovely hard prick and his balls felt heavy in her hand. She curled her fingers under his ball-bag and lifted it to press it against the underside of his cock. She looked down and smiled at the juice already leaking out of his pisshole. "Eric, you're not sorry, are you?"
"You know I'm not."
"Then I'll have a taste of this."
She went down on her knees in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. She held his cockshaft with one hand and his balls with the other hand as she rolled her tongue over his cock-knob and down along the underside of his prick. Then she sucked his prick, closed her mouth over his cockhead and fucked the ring of her lips back and forth over his cockshaft. He groaned in response. She heard him mumbling something, but she paid no attention to it. She didn't care about him coming in her mouth, but she didn't think he'd come until he fucked her.
He's so easy, she thought. Roy said Ingrid was easy too. The Paulsens were turning out to be a delicious couple.
Now she pulled her mouth away and she made him get on the bed. When he was stretched out on his back, she went down on him again. This time she knelt by his side with her ass in the air near his face. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked it again. In a moment she felt his hand stroking her ass, and then his fingers moved down to play with her cunt. That was what she wanted. She wiggled her ass at him as she dropped her head down farther to get his cock-knob in her throat.
He had a nice prick, not as big as Roy's but thick enough and long enough to be fun to suck. She drooled saliva out of her mouth, let it run over his cockshaft and over his balls. He had two fingers in her cunt now and she liked it.
She finally pulled her mouth off his prick and smiled at him. "Fuck me now, Eric. I want this banana in my pussy."
When she was on her back, he climbed over her and positioned himself between her thighs. "You're a sexy woman."
"Take my shoes off, darling. I don't want to hurt you with those sharp heels."
He unbuckled her high-heeled sandals and slipped them off her feet. She thought about asking him to go down on her, but she decided she would save that for some other time. What she wanted now was a good fuck. She pulled her knees all the way back to her tits and invited him in.
Guiding his prick with his hand, he pushed his cock-knob at her cunthole and rammed his fuck-meat up her cunt.
"Oh, that's good!" she gasped. "Is it good for you, Eric??"
"Fantastic!"
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!"
She felt the hot cuntjuice gushing out of her pussy. She kept her knees pulled all the way back to her tits, holding them with her hands, her neck bent as she watched his cock ram her cunt. All that blonde hair around his cock and balls. All that lovely blonde hair pounding her black cunt-bush. She wished she had a mirror behind him so she could look at his ass while he was fucking her. She wondered about him. She wondered if she could get him to play some kinky games with her. She wondered how much experience he really had. He certainly knew how to fuck in this position, but she wondered what else he could do. His balls felt so good slapping against her asshole. Well, now I'm getting fucked by Eric Paulsen, she thought.
"Let me roll over," she said.
"Huh?"
"I'll roll over and you can do it in my ass.?"
"Oh, Jesus, Helen!"
He looked stunned as he pulled his cock out of her cunt. She knew immediately that if he'd ever fucked a woman's ass he'd never done it to Ingrid. Now it was even more delicious than she expected. She rolled over and then hoisted herself on her knees and lowered her head to the mattress. "Go on, darling. Don't worry about me, I like it!"
She wished she had eyes in the back of her head so she could watch his face while he did. Instead she imagined it. She felt him prying with her ass. She spread her knees farther apart on the mattress as he fondled her cunt. Then she felt his knob pushing against her shithole.
Go on, she thought. Get it in there and pack my shitter.
Eric Paulsen's cock in her ass! How lovely that was. She groaned as it went in. She'd had bigger pricks than his in her shitter and she took him without any trouble. She wiggled her ass around and then she reached underneath and took hold of his balls. She pulled at his ball-bag and told him to get the rest of his cock up her ass and start fucking her.
"Come in my ass," she said. "I want your load in there."
He went crazy. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel and sense his wild excitement. She kept her asshole relaxed and loose for him, tightening up only occasionally when she couldn't help it.
"Is it nice, Eric?"
"Helen, it's marvelous."
Then he groaned and started pumping harder and she knew she would get his load in a moment. She held herself ready for it, kept her ass wide open without moving her body, and then suddenly he was coming and she could feel the spurting in her shit-tube, the hot jism gushing out in her s hitter and then her cunt and ass contracting together as she came with him. At the end they both groaned as he collapsed on top of her.
He kept his cock in her ass awhile, and then he carefully pulled it out and said he had to go to the bathroom.
My shit on his dick, she thought. She was amused because if he'd had any experience with this, he'd have let her use the John first.
Finally he was out of the John, and it was her turn. She left him sitting in a chair and she went to clean up a bit and comb her hair. When she came out of the John, he was still in his chair and he looked completely bushed.
He sat there naked in the easy chair with his head leaning against the back. Helen was deter-' mined to get him hard again, to make him come again. She went down on her knees in front of him and pressed her tits against his legs. She was amused at the way he looked at her. He was still getting used to the idea that he was actually there in a motel room with her, actually there with the wife of his boss.
She rubbed her nipples back and forth across his knees. She swayed the upper part of her body from side to side, pulling her tits back and forth over his hairy legs.
His body had a sheen of sweat on it and it turned her on. There was a trickle of sweat on his belly, his blonde hair flat with dampness and then getting thicker near his crotch. His cock was hanging limply to one side now and her goal was to get it stiff again.
Now she bent her head and kissed his knees. She nipped them lightly with her teeth, passed from one to the other, her hands busy as they stroked his calves. She ran her fingers behind his knees and stroked the soft flesh there.
It took awhile. The wild session on the bed drained him, but soon she could tell he was getting interested again. She pushed between his knees, spread them wide apart and pressed herself against his body. She had her tits against his chest and her belly tight against his crotch.
"I'm going to get another load out of you," she said.
He groaned. "Christ, Helen, I'm worried about the time."
"Never mind about the time, make something up. Tell her the car stalled or something."
Helen made him pull his knees up and slide his ass forward. She ran her hands down to the cheeks of his ass and dug her fingernails in. Not enough to hurt but enough to make him feel it. She worked carefully, taking her time as she fingered the crack of his ass.
His body jerked as she worked one fingertip inside the tight ring of his asshole. "Oh, Jesus, take it easy!"
She giggled and kept the finger in his ass. She took hold of his limp prick with her free hand and rubbed it between her tits. She played games with it, trying to force one of her nipples inside his pisshole while he looked down and watched her with amazement in his eyes. His knob was pink and clean and smelled of soap and she amused herself rubbing his cock over both nipples. She kept squeezing the tip of his prick to make his pisshole look like a tiny fish mouth.
She thrust her finger deeper inside his ass, pushed it gently but firmly inside his shit-tube to the first joint. Now he was wiggling in response but she could tell he liked it.
She leaned forward and kissed his belly. His skin tasted salty from the sweat. She licked back and forth across his belly, nibbling at his skin where it was loose, and all the time her finger kept sliding in and out of the tight grip of his asshole.
His teeth were clenched and he was moaning. She was certain Ingrid had never paid this much attention to his asshole. Never touched it. Maybe even looked at it.
Helen felt the first surging in Eric's cock now. She cupped his balls and massaged them. She dropped her face lower and lower to nuzzle the bush of blonde hair around his prick. His knees came together around her body and she squirmed between them.
She ran her fingertips along the underside of his slowly rising cock. She pressed it rhythmically, pressing and rubbing and stroking until the blood came in and grew thick beneath her fingers. Eric grunted and slid his hands down to find her head and push her face toward his cock.
Now I get my dessert, she thought.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his hard cock. She licked around the base of his prick awhile, and then she dipped her mouth lower down to pull one of his fat balls around his wrinkled ball-bag. Then she let go and did the same to the other ball. She sucked it and nibbled on his ball-bag and drove him up the wall.
The finger in his ass kept wriggling, and now he was beginning to ride it, shifting around in the chair, squirming his ass on her finger as she fucked it in and out.
She licked back up his throbbing cockmeat and touched the end of her tongue to the knot of soft skin between the lobes of his cockhead. She tickled her tongue around his cock-knob, licking it and sniffing at it to get the smell of him. Now she was turned on, excited as hell by his body and his cock. Her cunt was all juicy again and now she had this bobbing cock in front of her and it looked so delicious. She ran her tongue around and around his fat knob and then she pushed the tip of her tongue at his pisshole and she managed to get it inside just a fraction of an inch.
Eric lurched against her, his belly bumping against his forehead. She kept wiggling her finger in his ass as she cupped his balls. Then she slipped her mouth over the tip of his prick, took it all the way in until his cock-knob prodded the back of her throat like a lovely hot fruit.
She started bobbing her head. She fed herself with his fat prick. She tickled his cock with her tongue and massaged it with her lips. His fingers clutched her hair as he strained against her. He was lost now, desperate to force more of his cock inside her mouth, his mind frazzled by the pleasure of her mouth on his cock and her finger in his ass.
But she didn't want him to come yet. Not just yet. It was no good when it was too fast. When she sucked off a cock, she liked to let the load build, let the pressure gather in the man's balls so that when he came, he came like a geyser. She pulled her mouth off Eric's cock and went back to licking it. She stroked the flat of her tongue up and down his cockshaft and around his balls again.
"Oh, Christ, do it!" he said with a groan. "Suck it again! Eat my prick!"
She smiled up at him. "Would you like to go off in my mouth?"
"Christ, yes!"
She took his cock-knob in her mouth again and he pumped his crotch to get his cock deeper inside. His cockhead jabbed at her throat and she pulled her head back and sucked it, then worked her lips down his thick cockshaft again like a hungry calf sucking at a huge teat.
Before long, she felt his cock throbbing more strongly and she realized he was close. She sucked harder. She squeezed his balls as she kept her finger sliding in and out of his asshole.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come! Oh, baby, I'm coming!"
Her lips pulled at his cockhead and then a moment later the first spurt of hot jism blasted out of his pisshole against her tongue. The stuff gushed out over her tongue and teeth, spurting out like a geyser. She loved it. She pulled all the hot spunk out of his prick, sucking and swallowing, her lips continuing to pull at his prick until she had every drop out of his balls.
Now he belongs to me, she thought. Now he's all mine.