Chapter 8
Tim was not exactly wasting the day in bed alone, although he did have a long refreshing second sleep. He awoke to hear the sound of the shower in the bath being used. When he peered but of the window he saw that Mountain Rest was closed. Amy had told him about the midday hiatus the night before in the bar.
There was no sign of Lydia's Cadillac, nor any other vehicles except a small motorbike leaning against a tree. Probably the same one he'd driven down the night before from the stalled car, although it looked different in the daylight.
The important thing was that he felt a glow of anticipated sex in his loins; his cock began to expand. Beyond that door was the most beautiful woman in the mountains, the shower water now gleaming on her voluptuous skin. Tim slipped out of his pajamas. No reason why he could wash Amy's back and she his... and they might just do a few other interesting things.
Humming happily, he tried the door. It was unlocked. He eased it open and slid into the warm steam, his cock hardening. The shower was occupied by-it had to be-Amy. He could see the outline of her body as distorted by the white opaque plastic shower curtain, the exciting color of nude feminine flesh.
Delighted, he moved up to the shower curtain. His method of greeting her was, he thought, unique. He pressed his stiff cock against the shower curtain and called out: "Honey, I've got something big for you!"
When Tippy Talbot entered the shower not long before she proceeded to do three things. First was to take her shower, which was most welcome because the dirt of the forest just seemed to seep through her clothes to make her body grey with grime and make her feel icky. Going naked made it worse.
The second thing that occupied her was her anger with Calvin. The rotting fucker had promised to help her look for the money at Old Nickerson's cabin and she hadn't heard from him since, not Tuesday night, not yesterday, not this morning. Nor would she. The guy'd given her a fake promise just to get his cock off in her mouth. Men! They were all egg suckers!
The third thing she did was begin to masturbate as soon as she was clean. She needed this almost as much as the shower. Her sex life was shot to hell. Chris had seemed indifferent towards her since Tuesday when he'd almost caught her in the cabin with Calvin. But it wasn't her being caught.
Chris just didn't seem to have any hunger for her. Two days without sex from Chris was like two months with other guys. He liked it every day and sometimes more than once a day. By the time he'd picked up that luscious redhead this morning and went off in her car, Tippy knew she and Chris were finished. She'd have to find that money-damn Calvin!-and make her way out of Sex Mountain on her own, alone.
She gave herself up to the sensuous aspects of the shower, the warm water beating on her skin, the intimacy of the steaming bathroom, the rising sex delight of her finger riding her clit. "Ahhhh," she exulted as she felt her body come alive in her excitement.
The rushing water prevented her from hearing the door of the bath open, but she sensed someone else was in the place with her. Probably Amy, Calvin's wife, the beautiful woman who still awed her. She had had a wonderful girl talk with Amy before Amy led her to the bath and turned her loose. Amy had said she was going to take a nap during the midday break, but maybe she wasn't settled yet.
Tippy was about to call out when something strange was thrust against the shower curtain and a male voice called out: "Honey, I've got something big for you!"
Calvin! Amy's husband must've lurked around until Amy had left and now he was hot on the trail of cocksuck, the triple-crossing assworm! Did he think he could fool her twice? She instantly grabbed the shower curtain around his cock and began to jug him. She'd fix his water.
At first he leaned against the curtain and cried out in happiness. "Ah, oh, good!" She was jacking him off against the thick, oil fabric of the shower curtain and it apparently felt great. As she felt his cock strain in pleasure, she made her move.
She swept aside the curtain at its part in the middle, bent, took his cock head in her mouth-and bit down on it, hard!
She let go. "Double-crosser!" she yelled at Calvin.
"YEOOWWW!" he screamed, jerking his wounded prick free. She looked up laughing, ready to lay him out in lavender and then froze.
It wasn't Calvin!
She'd bitten the hard-on of a complete stranger. Tim Hathaway looked at her in shock, pain and outrage as he danced about.
"You... you... "
"Holy Christ!" she said, stunned. She jerked the curtain shut in her confusion, while she shuddered because he was big and he looked mad. But he didn't come through the curtain, only yipped and staggered around the bathroom for a while. And then she heard the door slam and she sighed in relief.
God on toast! Who was this one? Now that he was gone Tippy scrambled out of the shower in a hurry. Better not to know. Just dry off and get out of Mountain Rest quickly. They could probably arrest you for cock-biting strangers and he was no doubt an important paying guest here. Also he was big enough to tan her bottom if he wanted revenge. She started to grab her clothes, and- Her clothes were gone!
Tippy knocked on the stranger's door. He had to be the thief. Nobody else had come into the bathroom except him.
"Come in."
She slid inside the door, both scared and angry, not to mention embarrassed. She wore only a big towel, covering her from her armpits to just below her V.
"My clothes seem to be missing, Mister."
He sat across the room from her, clad in a bathrobe. He was big all right, dark, good-looking and she thought, he looked pale right now.
"Castration of human males is against the law in this state, young lady."
"I thought you were somebody else."
"When you did it, I wished I were somebody else, too."
"Have you seen my clothes?"
"I'm sitting on your clothes."
She wet her lips and considered this. He was much too big to tackle; he looked mean and she was sure his cock still hurt.
"They probably won't hatch," she said. "Clothes don't, not on Sex Mountain anyway. I'm sorry I bit your manhandle."
"I want you sorrier. It really hurt."
"So how come you're sneaking into girl's bathrooms, pushing your girl-burner on the shower curtain like a freak? Are you Amy's lover?"
He blinked at that. But he said: "I thought you were my fianc'e, Lydia Clark."
"Lydia? The redhead with the Caddy? She-" Tippy stopped.
"I see you've met her."
Might as well give him the bad news. "Not as close as my boyfriend, Chris. He drove her off in the Caddy a while back. She looked like a sure fuck for him, the bastard! I mean the way she was shining him on."
"WHAT!"
"Fuck-you know." She reached for a phrase this high class guy would understand. "Intercourse, some people call it."
"I understand fuck, young lady. You're telling me my fianc'e is out fucking your boyfriend?"
"Probably. Chris always scores. The way they drove off, she was practically holding his cock and creaming. He picked her up bodily to put her in the car. I saw it, the bastard."
He didn't look mad anymore, just stunned. "God damn! This Sex Mountain puts a curse on everybody."
"And everything," said Tippy. "I've been looking for some money that an old hermit left in a cabin that could get me out of this dump. No luck!"
The guy jumped up off her mashed clothes and paced. "Old Nickerson?"
She edged towards her clothes. "Yeah. You know him?"
"I did once." He swung back as she reached for her clothes and he caught her wrist. "Not so fast. Tell me about Old Nickerson."
She realized she'd made a mistake. Maybe a couple, the way he gripped her wrist.
"What am I-an information bureau? Dammit, I want my clothes!"
She jerked loose violently and that did it for the insecurely tucked towel. It fell from her body, leaving her naked and him staring at her. If she hadn't been running around in the woods naked so much lately, she'd've died. As it was she felt embarrassed, but she calmly picked up the towel and put it on again, giving him time to flash her body. The poor cowboy deserved looks after all the bad news she'd brought into his life. Besides, she liked his shoulders.
His eyes gleamed all right. "You are one stacked little girl," he said. "What's your name and how old are you?"
That annoyed her. "My name's Tippy Talbot and I'm sixty-four years old!" she chanted, baby-style.
"My name's Tim Hathaway and I'm about to spank smartass Tippy's smart ass."
"Telling me I'm stacked doesn't turn me on."
"What does?"
"Suck," she said. For some reason she felt like shocking him. Maybe the guy turned her on a little.
"Just like that? Suck?"
"Suck, you know. Cunt suck."
"I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap and then suck your sweet little cunt, Tippy." But he sat there just smiling at her.
She suddenly felt serious and shy. And depressed. She waited but he didn't move towards her. She started for the door, feeling her tears come. Hell with it. She'd go to Amy, who was someone you could trust. By the time she reached the door he was there in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Let's be friends, Tippy."
"You just want to make me," she said. And then her flood of tears came. It was all too much-Chris, Calvin, her trouble getting the money, any money and now this guy mixing her up.
He took her in his arms and walked her to the bed, Tippy sobbing. She couldn't stop the flood. This guy was going to fuck her brains out and she couldn't stop that either. She felt terrible.
But he didn't attack her. He just held her in his arms on the bed, not even opening her towel and saying "There, there" and petting her as she wept. Like having a father again. His warm body soothed her, his strong shoulder comforted her. Presently she was cried out and her tears tapered off. Maybe it'd be all right if they just had a little sex, not too much, with her wounded spirit and his wounded cock.
As if reading her thoughts, Tim began to kiss her. Immediately she felt a mellow glow in her belly. Gently he undid the towel and began to stroke her nude breasts, murmuring "So beautiful, such a doll," and that really heated her up. Nothing like a good cry to discharge her nerves, followed by sensual stroking.
She gave a final convulsive sigh to end her crying. "Better look out, Mister. I'm hot and your hands feel good."
"It's Tim. And I'm getting the message, too."
He rubbed her belly. She held her breath. Fathering was all right, but she didn't exactly want to be treated like an infant right now.
He didn't treat her like an infant. His hands went right down to her cunt and he began to stroke her cunt lips, to feel inside to where her juices ran in delight.
"You've really got a dainty one," he murmured. Then he hit her clit and she lifted up against his hand.
"And a hot one!" She laughed. She felt her heart speed up. "Ohhhh!"
His head slid down while she held her breath and then she felt the arousing joy of a male tongue thrusting into her cunt.
"Ohh, that's great!" said Tippy. It was wild having your guts tongue-stroked, feeling his strong suck whisk away her cunt oil.
Then he did a remarkable thing. Without losing contact, with his strength, he slid her body on top of him, parting her legs, while bringing his big cock up near her mouth. Tippy'd done a couple of 69's with Chris, but Chris was impatient. And he always kept her on the bottom. Tim was taking his time, had her on top.
"Oh, wow, I like being on top!" she said.
"Tippy's tops." He grinned and dug his mouth back into her cunt. Her belly, thrilled with fire. Lying atop the naked man, feeling his body warmth, holding his stiff prick like it was her personal joy stick, feeling her guts sucked into his mouth, she felt waves of sensuality capture her.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she enthused.
She could see the red mark on his stander, inches from her nose, where she'd bit him. Delicately she took the satiny head in her mouth and experimented.
"Go! That feels great!" he called. "Love it!"
His cock strained and she could feel his whole body respond. So she hadn't wounded him permanently. It added to her own sex fire to control this great fucking male with a few licks of her tongue. Handling his meat carefully, she held the base of it and sucked him as Calvin had instructed her the other day. Now they were both sucking and could hear the exciting slobber sounds of the other. She felt the current of sex flow between them, each lifting the other.
Now Tippy began to gasp as a sudden, serious fire captured her loins. She was going to have to go for him.
"Ahhhhhh. NOWWWW!" she howled, jerked and locked her legs about his head. The tongue just kept piercing her as she experienced fierce delight and succumbed, her cunt throbbing delicious, rich throbs. What a trip, this being sucked, she thought in her wild, spending abandon, grunting in pleasure and paying off into her deep orgasm. Ahhhhhhh.
She dimly understood that he was going to fuck her. Her suck wasn't good enough, or his prick was too tender for the harsher friction of tongue and teeth. He was high but not going over the top. That meant he'd crush her under him and she'd have to take that punishing meat in her narrow vagina.
"Please... "
He'd swung her about after she finished. She was astonished when he left her on top, spread her legs and began to work his cock into her with her not being crushed. "You... can do it this way?" m He laughed. "It's best for you, my sixty-four year old teener. This way I don't crush you."
"Amen," said Tippy. But she grunted a little in pain as the male prick forced her tunnel walls. "Slowwww!" she begged him.
She got an incredible reward. He gasped, his eyes big. "So tiiiight! Can't believe... girl... tight... ho-hot. Ahhhh!"
Then he lifted his loins and her right up with him, strained and blew. She felt his hot suds spurting wildly in her to boil pleasantly in her channel, his cock only a little way in. She felt very open and tender and delighted that her body had taken early tribute from him.
"Oh, Jesus, glory. Fu-fucked!" He grunted in ecstasy and kept pumping his manhood into her. Slowly, slowly, the added liquid to her own helped his prick slide up into her. As he finished and expired, his cock was womb locked to its hilt in her. He was done, still gasping.
Her belly still glowing, she grinned down at him. "You've got the name, but the game's already over!" It was great. He hadn't hurt her at all and was completely cock-locked in her woman power.
He grinned back. "That's what you think. For a guy, breaching a teenage cunt is the mind blower of all time. I couldn't control it. But we haven't begun yet."
And he hadn't. He kept his cock deep up in her guts and began to kiss her, stroke her. She began to heat up again, working her cunt on his rod which stayed stiff. She could almost sense when his sex-throw capability returned and he was fucking her, grunting in earnest. She was hot again herself, driving for glory.
"Oh, Tim! I love it! Love you! Fu-fuck me, fuck me faster!"
"Baby... tight, incredible... hot... "
They rose and rose in gasping fuck delight, using his first spend as the silken nectar of friction.
That was when Amy Forbes walked into the bedroom, her vibrator in one hand.