Chapter 11
Carol had hoped that after supplying Wayne with a hot screw that he would leave her alone.
"O.K., could you please drive me home now, Wayne?" she said as she lay there in the middle of the bed.
"Don't rush me, honey."
"But didn't you say you liked that screw?"
"I absolutely loved it."
"Then aren't you going to drive me home?"
"Hell no. I think we ought to have some more action."
"It's getting late."
"What do I care about that?"
"But I would like to get a good night's sleep."
"Hell, then why don't you just sleep over here with me?"
"No, I don't need to do that."
"Then shut up. I want to have a little more action. Just calm down, baby, and take things nice and easy. The way I'm going to take them."
Now he was letting that tongue of his move down there between her legs.
"Ah, I'm really going to let you have it now," he laughed. "I'm going to lick that mound of yours, baby, I'm going to lick it until you explode."
"How long are you going to do it?"
"As long as it takes."
"I see."
"You are much too impatient. I don't like the idea of you wanting to leave."
"I'm sorry."
"You should be."
Now he was letting that tongue of his work inside her mound.
He began at a slow pace, preferring to let the action build at a gradual level.
Now he was working the tongue with greater speed than before, working it at an effective clip. Back and forth he was sliding it, and as he did so, she found herself getting excited by those hot brisk movements.
It surprised her that she was getting that aroused by his licking, but it was just one of those things. She realized that any time a man provided her with the right type of movement, she was inevitably bound to feel a certain amount of sensation from those movements.
He was manipulating that tongue with great eagerness, determined now to eat her.
His fingers worked their way around her thighs, then worked all the way down to the ankles.
He kept those fingers busy working around her legs, moving up toward the thighs, then down toward her ankles.
He liked the way that the movements were intensifying, and the longer that he put that tongue of his to work, the more enthused they both became.
Back and forth he was moving the tongue. It was moving at a fantastic clip, he was that determined to get her to explode fast.
Now he was letting those fingers of his clutch hold of her thigh. He grabbed those thighs, hanging onto them for dear life, enjoying the sensations attached to touching her warm, firm legs.
She found herself gasping, and her body twisting and turning as he kept up the steady licking onslaught.
It made her feel a little guilty to know that she was getting that aroused by what he was doing to her. But there was little she could do about it, since it was nothing more than nature taking its course. She was excited by those movements, and she enjoyed the fervent movements that he was providing for her with that blistering tongue of his.
Back and forth he was sliding the tongue, and now he could tell from the way that she was moving those hips back and forth that he was about to receive the load of juice that he was after.
Several hot tongue stabs later, the juice began to shoot out of her mound and into his waiting mouth.
It made him feel very good. He had cracked another barrier. At first it had been his desire to fuck her mound. Now that he had experienced that, he was eager to lick her. That too had been accomplished, and he had savored every drop of liquid that had come out of her organ.
"I really love this action," he said. "I like it when you get excited. Let yourself go, honey, don't be bashful about a thing."
She continued to lie there. She was pensively wondering if he would let her go. She wanted to get back to the apartment.
"Now it's time for the last act," he said.
"This might be the best one of all. I'm going to give you a chance to go to work on that cock of mine. First of all I want you to finger my cock, then I want you to lick me. I want to shoot my juices into your mouth."
"Please don't make me do that," she said. "Haven't I given you enough fun already?"
"I expect a little more."
"Please, not that."
"And why the hell not?"
"I don't want to do that. I'm really not that eager about that action."
"Like hell you aren't," he said in a booming voice. "I know damned well you like it. You sure as hell liked it when you were with that kid. That Larry Gilbert."
"Why do you say that?"
"That's one of the things he kept babbling about the most. He was going on and on about how well you liked it when you blew him."
"I guess you'll trap me any way you can."
"I'm not trying to trap you. I'm not asking you to do any more than you did for that kid."
"I get the feeling I'm in a room with the District Attorney. Everything I say can be held against me."
"I wish you wouldn't feel that way. I don't like you to feel uptight like that. I don't like this uptight atmosphere at all. No, I don't like this one solitary bit. You ought to just relax. You ought to just let nature take its course, baby. I don't like the way you're talking at all. I just expect you to do for me what you did for Larry Gilbert."
"O.K., I got your point."
"Alright, so now I'm just going to lie down on that bed. I'll lie just where you are, spreading those legs of mine. Then it's up to you to go to work. I want you to put the fingers of that right hand to work on my cock and balls. I want you to get me excited, baby, real excited. Then after that you're going to lick me. You're going to lick me until that hot white juice just spills out of the end of that rod of mine. You get me?"
"Yes," she said quietly.
"That's good. I guess we understand each other now," he nodded.
She got up from the bed, watching as he sprawled out comfortably in the middle of it.
He spread his legs eagerly, and then looked down at his hard penis.
"Say, I've gone once and it's hardly even gone down," he chuckled. "It's just a sign of what I can provide for a gal, particularly a beautiful one like you. I can really get excited around chicks like you. As a matter-of-fact, it's impossible for me not to get excited by you. Just look at the size of this thing. Now, go to work with your fingers. I want your fingers to play with that penis, baby, play with that beautiful cock. I'm really excited, baby, and that's what I expect you to do. I expect you to play with my cock, then I want you to go down on it. We're going to have a real good time."
She reached down and grabbed a hold of his penis, moving her fingers up and down on it.
Now he was grinning broadly, enjoying what she was doing. She hated that cocky grin of his. He really had nothing to be triumphant about, the way she saw it. She was being forced into these acts, and that's all there was to it.
But she continued to permit those fingers to rifle up and down his huge rod. The longer that she kept it up, the more excited he became.
"Oh, that's nice, real nice," he nodded. "You really know how to let a guy get turned on. I'm going to let you keep that up, keep it up for just a little while longer, then you're going to turn that tongue of yours loose. And when that tongue of yours starts moving, then we're really going to make some music, honey, we're going to make some beautiful music."
Now she was moving those fingers of hers even more briskly than before. She knew how eager he was to receive those movements.
"O.K., now you can switch the movements to my cock," he said. "I want you to move the tongue real nice, baby, move it over toward the tip of my cock. That's where I want the action. Move the tongue to the tip."
She nodded, going to work immediately on the tip of his penis.
While that tongue continued to work fervently over the tip of his rod, she played with his balls.
"Now that's what I like, those are the kinds of movements I really dig," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, that's it. Just keep that up, just keep that going, darling, I really like it."
So now she was tonguing a little more quickly than before. She knew just how excited he was, and she hoped that she could bring him off soon, so he would drive her home.
"Come on and tongue me," he said. "Come on and slide that tongue up and down my rod. I don't want you to just do the tip. I want you to do it to the entire rod. Come on, baby, work it up and down this long pole of mine. Come on and lick me, baby, I want you to lick me. I want you to go after that hot juice, baby, go after it, go after the hot stuff. Come on, I'm expecting it, baby, I'm really expecting it. I need it, I want it, go after it, baby."
He ran his fingers through her hair with exploratory movements as she kept on letting that tongue of hers continued to slide up and down the long penis.
All the while she was letting the fingers come into contact with his balls. She knew that she was turning him on, and it would only be a short time before he would explode. She wasn't savoring the idea of eating his load, but there was nothing else she could do.
"Keep it up, baby, just keep up that action," he said. "Come on and lick, baby, come on and lick me."
A few strokes later she received a bolt of juice inside her mouth.
"Ah, now it's really shooting out of there, go after the hot cum, go after that juicy sperm," he encouraged. "Come on and eat me, baby, eat every drop of this hot cum. Come on, go after the juice, darling, go after that hot stuff. Oh, go after it, baby, go after the hot stuff."
Now it was shooting forth, spurting out of the end of his huge rod and into her waiting mouth.
"O.K., I guess lean drive you home now," he said afterwards.
She got up from the bed, putting her clothes on quickly.
"I've got to get you away from this stuff," he said disgustedly. "You'd think you were thirteen years old or something. You're afraid to stay out late at night."
"It's just that I need to sleep," she explained. "I really do. I have got to get my rest, because I have a pretty difficult job."
"I suppose that I don't."
"I wasn't saying that to put you down."
"It sounded like it."
"You are being overly sensitive."
"Maybe so, but I perform my job and I don't get a lot of sleep either. So it just shows it can be done."
"I suppose it can, by you, anyway."
"I'll have you doing the same thing. It will just take a little time. I've got to recondition you a little, baby."
"Maybe so."
"But I'll do it. I've got determination."
He reached out and patted her affectionately on the asscheeks.
A few minutes later they were back inside the car.
She didn't feel like saying much, as she was very tired and it depressed her to listen to him carry on with his bragging.
"You're gorgeous, honey, and we're really going to get acquainted now," he said. "I'd like to take you places on weekends. I'd like to take you on a boating excursion with me. You're really going to love my boat."
She was highly upset by the time that he let her out of the car at a few minutes past one.
She tiptoed quietly to her room, but still managed to wake up Betty in the process.
As she was getting out of her clothes and getting ready for bed, a sleepy eyed Betty entered her room.
"I thought that you said this was going to be a terrible date," she smiled.
"Actually it was."
"Then why did you stay out with him so late?" she laughed. "Don't put me on, honey.
You have the same physical needs as any other girl."
"I'd rather not talk about it, Betty. It's very late and I'm very tired," she said sadly.
"O.K., honey, have it your way," Betty shrugged, leaving the room.
"I'm sorry, Betty. I wasn't meaning to sound cross," she said.
"No, I realize you weren't. It's late, and besides, I shouldn't have been sticking my nose into your business."
"You really weren't," Carol said. "You were just kidding, that's all."