Chapter 3
In fact, it had been Belinda's propensity for sucking on pricks that was indirectly responsible for her visit and her concern about her old car. It dated back some two months, to the time when she was still living with him, and it was a matter of such import that if she had told Tony the whole story, horny as he was, he would have forgotten all about the blowjob she'd promised in his haste to rush down to the used-car dealer and try to retrieve the car.
In a pinch, she thought, she would explain it to him truthfully ... but if she could keep it a secret, things might well be better. She wasn't sure how greedy Tony might turn out to be if he discovered the facts. If he would be content to help her with no questions asked, in return for the lay already rendered and the cocksucking about to be delivered, it would be all for the better.
This is what had happened:
Belinda had been booked for a weekend stand at a hotel cum nightclub in Providence two months before-one month before she got the semi-permanent gig in Boston. She had driven up to Providence, promising Tony to be faithful to him for the two nights that she would be away. Perhaps she had really intended to be chaste as well. Who can say? But on her first night, she met a handsome gentleman while having a drink between sets. He sent flowers to her dressing room and one thing led to another. She had gone up to his room with him.
They had necked and petted for a while, drinking champagne between gropes and, slightly tipsy and quite randy, Belinda had forgotten her promise of fidelity.
The gentleman ate her out, bobbing merrily up and down between her slick thighs, then fucked her with vigor and relish. She stayed the night. In the morning she awoke to find him with a hard-on, still asleep, and, having a seemingly perpetual taste for cock, she proceeded to suck him off as he slumbered and had a very wet dream.
The fellow had been so grateful to her for performing that oral act that, instead of terminating the affair as a one-night stand, he offered to buy her lunch. Already having had a bellyful of his delicious cum, she found that the tasty stuff acted as an appetizer. She was ravenous. He took her to a nice restaurant and wined and dined her. After lunch, in high spirits, they strolled back toward the hotel. On the way, they came upon the Rhode Island lottery office. He bought a ticket for himself and then, almost as an afterthought, bought one for Belinda. She didn't expect to win anything, but it was a nice gesture. In return, she blew him again before leaving for her dancing engagement, gargling his semen down happily.
Driving back home the next day, she opened her handbag to find her cigarettes and found the lottery ticket, as well. She figured it would get lost if she left it in her handbag, so she slipped it down into the pocket on the door, where she kept gas receipts, matches, roadmaps and tissues for mopping up gism when she had sex in the car.
She forgot about it.
She recalled the number of the ticket, however. Belinda had a good memory for numbers and could remember to the fraction of an inch just how long every cock she had ever measured was. With her memory trained by all those figures committed to it, it was only natural that she should retain the number of a lottery ticket, without really concentrating on it.
A month passed and she took the job in Boston, leaving her car with Tony in lieu of money to pay the phone bill-and with the car, the lottery ticket.
Another month passed, seeming like a year in Boston, but she was glad of the steady job, was paid well enough-for a girl who couldn't really dance very well-and received the attentions of quite a few of the local males.
Although Belinda was not a whore and would never take money in return for sex, she didn't mind if guys took her out for dinner or gave her costly gifts to go along with all the inches of prick they shoved into her box and all the loads of spunk that she milked from them.
Then she met another gentleman from Providence.
He had a sizable lump in his trousers and Belinda went to his room with him. He screwed her efficiently and, after he'd come, his cock got soft. Not satisfied with a single fucking, she waited for him to get stiff again, sitting beside him and frigging his semi-hard dick lazily. She happened to see a copy of a Rhode Island newspaper on the nightstand and began to thumb through it to pass the time until he was rampant and ready for more exciting events.
She glanced through several pages of advertising and local news. Then she saw the list of winning lottery numbers.
Her well-trained memory for numbers flashed; she looked down the list, mildly curious.
She blinked.
The number had stuck in her head just like the length of every pecker that had lodged there, and she cried aloud in amazement and excitement.
She had won one-hundred-thousand tax-free dollars!
She was so delighted that she gave the astonished Rhode Islander the best blowjob he'd ever had, milking his cock and balls so thoroughly that he thought his guts were going to come out along with his spunk.
And only later, as she wiped the gism from her lips, did she recall that she had left the winning ticket in her old car, in the pocket where she kept tissues to mop up cum....
She tried to telephone Tony Jones instantly.
His phone was disconnected.
A letter would take too long. She was desperate to get in touch with him and find out if he still had her car. She telephoned the club, telling them she had to visit her dying grandmother, and took the next bus out.
And that was why, with ulterior motives but enjoying the game along the way, Belinda wound up in Tony Jones' one-room apartment on that Sunday morning, her timely arrival coinciding with his need to unleash his wad.
After she'd fucked him, he was in fine humor ... and she reckoned that he would even be more agreeable after she'd added a blowjob to the balling. If she could locate the car without revealing her motives, it would simplify things, she thought; he was a nice enough guy, but a bit of an opportunist-he might demand a share of the money in return for helping her find the ticket or, worse, he might retrieve the ticket himself and cheat her out of everything. She didn't really think that he was that sort of fellow, but a girl could never be sure and should not allow herself to be blinded by the size of a man's cock, which, she had long ago discovered, had no apparent relation to his honesty or motivations.
What was motivating Tony at the moment was a burning desire to bury his big dick in Belinda's mouth and, although the girl was eager to get on with her quest for the lottery ticket, she was every bit as eager to have a feast of cockmeat which she would wash down, in the end, with a drink-on-a-stick, as Tony was to feed her that delicacy.
Curled on her flank, one thigh drawn up and her other leg extended down the bed, Belinda leaned over his belly and gazed at his penis, just as a gourmand would have gazed at a full spread on a table.
She licked her lips in anticipation.
Her eyes ran up and down his stout stalk and admired his bulging purple cockhead and looked with favor upon his bloated balls. She leaned closer. Her eyes crossed as her bifocal vision turned inward, making her look cockeyed. Her tongue slid back and forth across her trembling lips. Her lips turned outward a bit, as if they were doing warming-up exercises for the effort ahead, limbering up like athletes before a match.
Although she was looking forward to sucking his prick, she was in no hurry for the taste treat and, lingering over the warm-up, savored the expectation.
Tony removed his hand from her head, having guided her into position, and put both hands behind his neck, linking his fingers and shifting around to get more comfortable. He knew from past experience that he need do nothing now, that he could simply relax and enjoy it.
He looked down, watching the girl as she looked at his pecker. It was very erotic to see her lovely face hovering so close to the head of his schlong and to see how greedily she gazed down at her loins. Her fat knockers swayed, hanging down over his belly like ripe fruit ready to be plucked from the vine, while his dong stood up like some elongated vegetable grown to full bloom and ready for the table.
"Suck my cock," he whispered.
"Oh, yes," she said, needing no directions or urging. She leaned forward and down. Her mouth passed close to the head of his dick, but slipped to the side, not quite making contact; by passing his knob, she lowered her face to his nuts.
She intended to make a full-course meal out of his swollen sex tackle, licking his balls for an appetizer, sucking on his shaft and knob for a meat course and then drinking his jizz for a creamy dessert.
She began to tongue his testicles lovingly.
She placed one hand on his thigh and the other on his belly, as if holding him in place, framing his prick between her hands. Her licker glided over his balls with long, moist slurps, running over the contours and slipping underneath. She could feel his hard nuts shift inside the hairy bag as she lapped merrily away. Belinda had a great deal of respect for a guy's balls. Although they did not taste as good as a cockhead and did not fit so perfectly into her mouth, she respected them for their function-for their contents. It was from those hairy sacs that the creamy culmination would be delivered, and she pleased them accordingly, lapping them with her tongue and fitting her pursed lips to the swollen bag and sucking gently.
Tony began to squirm and wriggle and his cock, temporarily neglected, pounded lustily away beside her cheek.
Tilting her head, Belinda moved up from his testicles and ran her tongue all the way up his shaft from hilt to head with a long, flattening slurp.
Again and again she tongued the length of his stalk, her blonde head going up and down as her lapper traced along the pulsing ventral vein.
"Ummm," she sighed happily.
Her taste buds were tingling with the flavor of his hot, musky cockmeat.
His stiff staff was glistening with her saliva, and the cleft tip had begun to weep pre-seminal tears.
Belinda fitted her parted lips to the root of his shaft and began to slide her head up and down his rod, as if she were playing a skin flute.
"Yummy," she whispered.
She lifted his balls and tongued beneath them and along his crotch, then came back up to his pole. His hips were dancing and gyrating and his thighs were trembling. He was afraid he might blow his wad at any moment, shooting his spunk straight up into the air before the cocksucking blonde took it in her mouth, that he began to whimper. But he need not have worried, for Belinda was not about to let his succulent jizz go unswallowed and, hovering over his nut-sac with loving attention, she was closer than he was to the point where his ejaculation would begin; she would not linger too long.
She fitted her lips to the underside of his stalk and slid up again, this time going right up to the top of the knob, kissing the cleft and pushing her tongue right into the tiny opening. She licked up the milky drops that were flowing from his cleft, running her tongue all around his cockhead and gathering every drop of that precious fluid; letting it trickle over her taste buds for a moment and then swallowing it down.
The taste of that preliminary fluid made the horny girl ravenous for the full load to come.
She parted her lips over his dickhead and slowly pushed her head down, taking his knob into her mouth millimeter by millimeter. The whole big slab of his peckerhead slipped into her maw.
Her lips closed in a tight collar behind his cock-tip, clamped to his rod.
With just the front end of his prick in her oral cavity, she began to suck on the meaty nugget.
Her cheeks hollowed in, then blew out. She seemed to be trying to inhale his cock right down into her lungs.
The fat stalk stood out between them like a fleshy rivet, bolting his balls to her mouth ina carnal construction. She was drooling down that thick shaft, her saliva running down the rod and onto his belly and nuts. She sucked in and then blew out, her hot breath billowing down over his loins. His dickhead was drooling steadily now. She swallowed some of the creamy stuff; some of it escaped, overflowing her lips and running down his pole along with her saliva.
Then she began to move her head up and down, as though she were ducking for apples in a barrel.
She pushed down, sucking through every inch, taking almost all of his mighty prick into her pretty face. The fat knob lodged in her throat and she gagged, but never faltered for a moment. Her throat worked, fluttering, as if she were some strange, amphibious creature who could breathe manmeat as well as air. She drew back up, her lips dragging along his length until only the knob remained in her mouth, then went back down, going even farther this time.
His cockhead slipped right down her gullet.
She fed every inch of his prick to her greedy head, going down so far that her nose nestled into his wiry pubic hair and her chin brushed against his bloated testicles.
She began to bob up and down along his stalk with a steady motion, building the friction up by moving her lips and enhancing it by sucking as she bobbed.
Her tongue flashed back and forth against the underside of his knob and shaft as her head went high and low, then curled into an arch over which his prick rode en route to her throat. Her lips turned almost inside-out as she sucked. Tilting her head from side to side, she let his cockhead push into first one cheek and then the other, adding a new sensation, using every part of her mouth on him.
His knob was flowing heavily now.
As her lips dragged up his porker, silvery streams of cum and saliva ran down the rod. When she lowered her face, she slurped up those intermingled fluids and swallowed them, only to repeat the process on the next stroke.
Tony began to hump his rump from the bed as he fucked up into her face. Muscles were jumping along his thighs and his belly tightened up in readiness.
"Gonna come...." he gasped.
"Umphff...." she added, unable to articulate around the big mouthful of cockhead-but her meaning was clear. Her head began to bob faster now as she realized that his delicious load was almost ready to spurt into her mouth.
"Unghhh," she gasped as his fat, smoking, drooling cockhead jammed down into her throat.
And "Ahhh...." as her taut lips dragged back up the throbbing stick on the upstroke. Tony wailed in ecstasy.
Belinda's head went down to the base of his cock and, just as she took it all into her face, he blew his wad in a tremendous spurt, coming with such force that the girl's greedy head was rocked on the explosively-great geyser.
Her mouth was filled to the brim with gism.
She gulped the joy juice down ravenously, making room for more-and just in time as he hosed her throat with a second massive dose of semen.
Again she swallowed furiously.
Some of the creamy sperm overflowed from her lips and poured down his meatpole. She jammed her mouth down after it, not wanting to miss a single drop. He shot again, whitewashing her tonsils with the silvery fluid.
Drained, he sank back into the soft mattress, his whole long, lean body quivering.
Belinda continued to pull and suck on his prick until she was sure that she had milked out every drop, that not a single bit remained in his balls, not a solitary dribble lurked in his cockhead. She had already swallowed most of it. A little remained in her oral cavity, squishing around her teeth, dripping like sticky stalactites from the roof of her mouth, sliding around her cheeks like glistening oil. She didn't drink that down, for she loved to have the taste of cum linger in her mouth as long as possible following a blowjob.
She pulled her lips away from his gleaming prickhead and used her tongue to gather up the drops that had escaped onto his hairy balls.
Then she looked up, smiling happily.
"Now," she said, "About that car...."