Chapter 2
Julie felt that she had only been asleep for minutes when she became conscious of soft fumbling fingers working along the moist underside of her lips. Half dazed and drowsy with sleep, she lay passively as Lennie's insistent fingers slid into her limp mouth, forcing her teeth farther and farther apart. The bed springs protested dully as she felt his hot, hairy body sliding up. The coarse hair of his chest rasped against the delicate ripeness of her nipples as he inched his way up the bed until he was crouching over her. As if in a distant dream, she felt the disassociation of her mind from what was happening to her as Lennie's prick began to inch its way past her lips and onto the soft waiting pad of her wet tongue.
Stealthily, thinking her asleep, Lennie held his swollen member, gently massaging her unresisting tongue with the oozing, sensitive end of his prick. Carefully, stealthily allowing only the tingling nerve ending under the glans to come into contact with the stimulation of her saliva-moistened tongue.
Every desire that surged through his humped and panting body seemed to be concentrated in one tingling, electric inch of his undulating, sliding staff.
Julie lay still, feigning sleep, afraid even to swallow in case her awakening raised him to a furthered frenzied pounding into her stretching mouth. The memory of his huge prong, probing, penetrating past her tongue and battering against the yielding membranes of her throat as it had earlier, kept her still. Unable to swallow, the saliva built up in the well of her mouth.
The clear emission that dripped from the soft, sliding knob end mixed with her saliva, leaving a salty taste as the huge intruding tool slopped back and forth against her tongue. Each thrust of Lennie's huge member, as gentle as he was, caused a little of the spermatic mixture to spill and run coldly down her cheek. Her whole chin was saturated and wet. As his balls bounced rhythmically against her firm young chin, they came away moist and glistening from the contact.
Lennie's hands were tight on the bed head above her, his face a grey, half-seen blob in the dark space of the motel room.
His voice muttered over and over again, like some softly crooned lullaby, "Suck baby, suck. Keep sucking ... Move your tongue. Suck ... suck ... suck."
Against her will, like someone hypnotized, Julie felt her tongue begin to move within her mouth. Tentatively and uncertain at first, then with increased sureness, she felt the shuddering response of the man poised above, while she let her tongue flicker over the hardness of Lennie's slowly working member. The saliva built up in her mouth, making her swallow involuntarily.
A cry of delight broke from the sweating Lennie.
"That's it, chick. You've got it. Every time I push my prick in, you swallow. Let your tongue sort of lick along the length of my dick as it goes in. Then suck hard as it slides out. Make like you don't want to let go. That's it. You're catching on fast. A little more practice and you'll be the best head job in Hollywood. And that's saying something, believe me. Don't slacken up. Keep at it. Work while I talk. Good ... good."
Dutifully Julie obeyed Lennie's muttered instructions. She was learning fast and enjoying the lessons. She had a tremendous sense of power knowing that she had got a man literally trembling on the tip of her tongue. She knew that if she allowed her attention to wander for a single moment, breaking the routine of her flickering tongue's steady caress across his bulging extremity, that his faltering plea for stimulation would come from the bottom of his surging senses-a yearning cry from the pit of his aching need. At will, she could alter the whole chemistry of the man she was blowing.
To build him up with the sharp rasp of her tongue against his flesh ... To build him up until the sexual need of his aching balls would drive him to promise whatever she demanded. Then, with a few firm revolutions of her searching tongue, she made him burst in an explosive release of surging sperm, draining him of all the intensity of his pounding, earlier virility.
This was the kind of power that belonged to very few; maybe a few kings and politicians-and a girl who could give a good head job. Maybe she could try her newfound power on Lennie as he lay spent and breathing heavily beside her on the bed.
"Lennie ... Lennie darling," she breathed softly into the darkness between them. And reaching under the bedclothes, she stroked his prick as it lay limp and spent, curled up across his drained balls.
"Lennie, hon, you want me to blow you again. Huh?"
Lennie's head twisted up from off the pillow.
"No, you sex-starved son of a bitch. Leave me alone, can'tcha?"
Lennie felt the warmth of her breath as she peeled back his foreskin and blew gently on the sensitive, exposed rawness of his knob end.
"For Christ sake, give me a break for an hour while I recharge my balls."
"But I've nothing to do. I'm bored."
"Read a book or something."
The bed heaved as Julie stepped onto the floor.
"There aren't any. I'll tidy up the room for awhile I guess."
"Light me a cigarette as you're up, will you, kid?"
Julie reached across him to the bedside table, her breasts a tempting mouthful as they brushed across his face. Tentatively, Lennie licked at the pink, puckered nipples, roseate against the whiteness of the plump, firm tits. Julie swayed sensuously, delighting in the firm slap of her swinging breasts across his face. Her breath came faster as the stimulated nipples rose and firmed to the touch of his unshaven face. Her words dripped down on him like honey.
"Let's sixty-nine Lennie. You eat me while I blow you. Come on, hon, let's blow."
Lennie took the cigarette from between her fingers.
"Soon, baby, soon. Why don't you try on some of those things I've got in my sample cases. The head jobs you give deserve some thanks. Keep on this way, you'll be the best dressed chick in California. You've just won a Blow-for-a-Blouse competition; help yourself."
Lennie lay back on the pillow and watched her as she crossed the room to the clothes closet in the far wall. His eyes slipped appreciatively over her ripe young body as she padded across the soft carpeting. Her tight buttocks swayed with the movement of her legs as she walked. Turning around to speak to him, her long blonde hair rippled across her pointed breasts. One shy pink nipple peeped through the soft shining silk of her loose hair. Although not much of a man for poetry, Lennie half remembered something he had learned at school, some crud about a shy deer in a forest.
Involuntarily, Lennie raised himself up on one elbow.
"You know something, Julie. You're a good-looking chick. Help yourself to a couple of outfits. They'll look better on you than some of the broads that pay cash for their clothes."
Like a benign sultan, Lennie lowered himself back among the pillows and watched as Julie opened the closet door and bent down to pull out the sample cases.
Her back was towards him, the long tapering legs sweeping up to join the tight crescent of her bent ass. As she bent, her little pink pussy swung into view under the crack of her ass, moist and inviting, glistening in the circle of light that spilt from under the shade of the dressing table lamp. The blonde frill of her pubic hair contrasted with the pink-lipped redness of her stretched twat.
Lennie exhaled cigarette smoke, watching her movements through the undulating blue cloud that slowly spread across the room.
Still stooping, she dragged the heavy cases towards the table at the foot of the bed.
Lennie's eyes followed the contours of her nubile body as she bent, intent on her task. The soft, fleshy ellipse of her thigh swept whitely up to join the opposing curve of her stomach. The straining abdominal muscles showed as two velvet covered ridges on either side of her oval navel. The jut of her ribcage sat like a shield so that the soft stomach seemed to slip under it as she moved. A little fold of puppy fat came and went as she altered her position.
Thrusting out sharply, came the unbelievable cones of her pointed breasts. Straight out from her chest, in a muscle-toned defiance of gravity. The pink, budlike nipples surrounded by a deeper hued circle with the faint suggestion of a blue vein spreading vinelike across the white flesh of her tits as they merged with the pectoral muscles and the delicate arch of her armpits. A faint blonde fuzz of hair glistened in their pockets.
Lennie watched her fascinated.
"Tell me something. Have you ever been fucked in the armpits? The next hard I get is going to do something original. Your armpits, then maybe between your tits. I'm lying here thinking, baby ... I'll come up with some beauties before morning ... I'll have no samples left, but I'll have the cleanest set of tubes in the country."
Julie giggled as she undid the leather strap around the heavy sample case.
"I'm learning fast, feller. I've got it. You want it. Let's trade, should we?"
A squeal of excitement came from her as she lifted the lid off the first case.
"Oh Lennie, so many lovely things. I don't know where to start. Can I have them all?"
Lennie grinned at her from across the room.
"I should live that long? Tell you what, I'll make a will out and die happily."
Spreading the contents of the cases out on the bedside table, Julie's hands rippled through them like a locust through corn.
If Julie was well stacked as a broad, Lennie was equally well stocked as a salesman. Admittedly, all his samples were intended for the lower priced budget market. But among them were plenty of eye-stopping copies of originals, well enough made to have that elusive quality of style and class that marks the well-dressed, attractive woman from the scrubber.
Julie, with that remarkable gift that so many women have, went straight for the better, higher priced ones. Choosing first a little miniskirted two-piece costume of flaxen hop sack, she held the jacket in front of her as she looked into the full length mirror behind the door.
The light, honey color of the flax brought out the shimmering gold of her blonde hair. The slightly rough texture of the material accentuated the subtle smoothness of her glowing young skin.
Squirming her hips in an unconsciously sensual movement, she struggled into the skirt. Her breast thrusted forward as she strained behind her to fasten the zip.
Lennie's eyes were glued on her as she dressed. Looking at the fall of the snug skirt as it clung to her rounded hips, the memory of the firm, rounded flesh beneath it glowed red and warm within him.
His gaze traveled upwards, stopping at her breasts as they pushed their way out of the unbuttoned jacket.
"It's a shame to cover your knockers. They're fantastic. But open up the other case. There are some blouses and things in there."
Julie removed her jacket and went back to the other case where she had left it in the middle of the floor.
Wearing only her miniskirt, the small strip of clothing about her thighs only seemed to accentuate the nudity of her breasts as they rippled fluidly in time to her stride.
Choosing a well-tailored see-through blouse in a light tan color, she shrugged into it, tossing her long hair back from her shoulders before buttoning up the front.
Lennie looked at her with the eyes of a sartorial connoisseur. She was one of those rare broads who looked even sexier dressed than when lying naked and wide open on a bed.
The glow of her flesh seemed to shimmer through the transparency of the blouse. As she leaned over to rummage deeper into the case, the semi-concealment of the patch pockets fell away from her outlined breasts. The tan of the material deepening the pink of her nipples, contrasting them strongly against the white, swan sweep of her throat.
Lennie cleared his throat apologetically.
"What you need now are a pair of tan casual shoes and a purse to pick up the color of the blouse. Guess you'll have to blow a shoe salesman for those, honey. I don't carry them."
Julie selected half a dozen pairs of pantyhose then began peeling off her newly acquired clothes.
The bed creaked as Lennie sat bolt upright.
"What the hell are you gonna do now?"
"Start sucking. There's a pants suit and knitted jumper that I fancy in the other case."
With a satisfied sigh, Lennie settled down on the bed, arching his back to thrust his hairy prick up to reach her questing mouth.
Tenderly, Julie sucked, drawing in the half-hard cock into her mouth, stimulating the sensitive underside with her searching tongue. Following Lennie's grunted instructions, she sucked, swallowed and probed. Her head worked in a slow rotating movement while little animal grunts of pleasure mingled with her shallow breathing.
The hairy growth of his coarse pubic hair rubbed against her nose, brushing against her fluttering eyelashes as she worked. With every lick of her tongue she could feel the cock in her mouth jerking spasmodically, increasing in size and hardness until her crowded tongue was unable to complete the circle of its travel around the purple, distended, intruding knob end that pulsated with such virility within the confines of her extended mouth. Cupping his tightly drawn balls in her hands, she caressed them gently as she concentrated her mouthing on the underside of his prick. Her fingers, ferreting among the folds of his scrotum, sought and found the eggshaped balls snugly encased in their enfolding bag.
Gently, between finger and thumb she delicately rolled his spongy balls, feeling them slip through her fingers as Lennie groaned his pleasure of this new stimulation. Holding his nuts firmly with one hand, the little crab movements of her fingers pinched and traced the course of his spermatic cord as it left the round gristle of his testicles.
Lennie groaned aloud in the delicious ecstasy that is so close to agony.
"Carefully baby. You want to ruin me?"
Julie let the throbbing dong slip from her mouth.
"I never knew anything could be so beautiful. Have you ever felt them, Lennie?"
Taking his hand, she pushed his fingers around his balls.
"Aren't they groovy? If they were mine, I'd play with them all day."
Lennie freed his hand and pushed her head back down to his groin. He pressed her face to him.
"Who's stopping you, kid? All I ask is you go softly and don't bite the merchandise."
Rolling over on the bed so that he crouched astride her, Lennie lowered his balls into her open mouth. Moist sucking noises came from her as she drew his testicles beyond her lips, rolling her tongue around and around the fleshy tissue of his balls as she gently kept them captive with her half-closed teeth.
Reaching up, her hands sought and found his rampant member. Freeing his balls for a moment, she let the saliva drool from her mouth into her palms, moistening them before gently massaging the full length of his erect tool between her rubbing, rotating hands. Her pointed tongue flickered around his nuts, keeping time with the sweep of her circling palms.
Trapped and unable to thrust his aching member along the palms of her soft-fleshed hands, Lennie surrendered himself to her ministrations and newfound expertise.
This kid was a natural. In one short night, she learned to give a better head job than many broads who had been sucking cocks for years.
Lennie reveled in the delight of her teasing tongue, knowing that he'd soon be sucked dry .... of semen, clothing samples and everything. And when that happened, the head job she could give would soon bring her to the attention of experts. Christ knew where she'd end up, but it wouldn't be sucking cocks for samples. That was for sure.
Julie sensed the quietness in him as he thought, and she renewed her efforts. Faster, firmer, her circling hands massaged his slimy dong as the clear, lubricating emissions oozed from the eye of his urethra. Her tongue teased around his captive, teeth-held balls.
Sweat dripped from Lennie's face, stinging his eyes with salt as it coursed down his cheeks. His voice was a strangled sob.
"Faster ... Tighter near the top. You're on the button. Keep it like that ... Ahhhhhhhhh, I'm coming ... I'm coming."
Julie felt the testicles jerking against her tongue. Loosening her teeth, she let them slip by her lips to bury themselves in his pelvic cavity. His dong seemed to swell to enormity in her hands. It jerked spasmodically while the pearl white semen spurted forth, trickling through her spread fingers to fall warmly on her upturned face. She ran her tongue tentatively around her lips, savoring the salty taste of his semen on her palate.
In one final convulsive effort, Lennie thrust his rod forward, freeing it from the confines of her still stroking hands. The end of his prick, free and pointing like a cannon at her head, spurted in a final paroxysm of anguish.
The ejection splattered against her forehead and over her blonde hair as it streamed across the bedspread.
Lennie grinned down at her sperm-covered face and head.
"Guess I've baptized you, baby. Welcome to the Honorable Order of Cocksuckers."
Laughing, Julie massaged Lennie's spermatic discharge into her skin, paying particular attention to the flesh around the eyes. Her sperm-moistened fingers slid smoothly as she massaged and patted the sticky fluid into her pores.
"Say, this stuff must be seething with hormones. This way I'll never get old. No wrinkles, nothing."
Pirouetting, she turned to the mirror, grimacing at her reflection as she widened the circle of her eyes and stretched her mouth to allow the creamy substance to be absorbed in the lines of her face.
"How much could we get for this stuff done up in pretty bottles? We'd make a bitchin' business selling it to old ladies," she said. "Dr. Lennie's Lotion-Jerk your way to beauty-Loveliness at your fingertips. Let's think of a slogan, okay?"
Exhaustion was in Lennie's reply as he lay on the bed.
"I've got a better idea. Let's slike off to sleep instead. The plant's closed down for the night."
With a sigh of satisfaction at a day well spent, Julie slipped under the covers and cuddled up to Lennie's matted chest. Her gentle breathing ruffled the grizzled greying hair as her mouth sought his nipples.
Lennie's voice came faintly to her as he turned off the bedside lamp.
"Boy, you sure like to suck, don't you?"
Julie's reply flowed across the darkened room.
"Got used to my thumb when I was a kid. Guess I never really lost the habit after all. When I came to Los Angeles, I was sort of looking forward to getting laid ... Being a woman and all that. I've never sucked a cock before, but it's nice, isn't it? Sort of comforting."
"Sure is, Julie. Lots of 'em around, too."
Their even breathing filled the little motel room. Julie stirred sleepily.
"Lennie ... are you awake?"
"No, hon. What is it?"
"Can I hold your cock in my mouth as we sleep? Please, Lennie?"
Never one to refuse a request from a lady, Lennie eased the end of his dong into her waiting mouth. Sighing contentedly, Julie's mouth closed over his offering as she drifted off to sleep.