Chapter 6
In the days that followed, Dave's father took a great interest in his welfare.
"Son," he told him one evening, "I am going to take you out to this motel with me. You're going to meet Stella. I've known Stella for some time."
"Have you fucked Stella, dad?" Dave asked his father bluntly.
"One or two times, son," he said. "You can't be around a woman like that without balling her. I mean, she just turns you on and Stella won't turn you off. She is more than willing. Providing of course you pay her a little. I've nothing against a woman who gives. And I don't think it's wrong if they charge. They have to. Somebody has to support them."
"What do you think about your marriage vows, dad?" Dave asked him.
"I respect them," his father said. "Certainly, I think marriage is a fine thing. However, I don't believe in the ball and chain type of marriage. That is, so a man can't get out and have some more adventures. Life should be a blast, not a prison."
"I dig you, dad," he said, "you don't see anything wrong with your fucking all over the place. But mom does. I guess that's why men and women are different. Women can be loyal and men can't."
"That, son is remarkable. You have found the wisdom of the ages at an early age. I must compliment you. That's exactly the way it is with your mom and me. I think the world of her. God knows she's been a good women to me. However, now and then when I get the old ball itch I have to do something about it."
"And you wouldn't want to bring a mistress to the house," his son explained for him.
"Right on," his father said, "you certainly do understand. I've got to hand it to you."
"Well, let's get cracking," he smiled. "I want to meet Stella. I hope that she's a real swinger."
"She is," his father assured him. "She can do it every which way. She even does it upside down style."
"That'll be fun," he said, "but I don't know whether I would like it or not."
"Well, you stand," his father explained with a sly smile, "and she's the one who's upside down. You hold her legs as you fuck her cunt."
It was obvious to Dave that his father had had plenty of sex with Stella. And it was equally obvious to him that he was eager to start his young son off on the right track.
"I'd better tell Sue I'm going," he told his dad.
"Don't tell her where you're going," his father said. "I don't want her to get the wrong impression about me."
Looking at his father directly, Dave didn't mince words. "Don't you mean you don't want her to know the truth about you," he smiled at his father pleasantly.
"You might say that, son," he agreed.
After he had told Sue that he was going bowling with his dad he joined him. His father got on the freeway quickly and headed for the motel.
"We're going to have a good time, son," he assured him. "Don't you worry about that none." "I'm not worried, dad," he said. "I know how it is when a man gets his first piece of ass," his father continued. "A fellow is shy and nervous. But you can't be that way. You've got to take the bull by the horns."
"Don't worry about it, dad," Dave insisted. "I can take care of myself. I am quite capable." "I do hope so," he smiled. They didn't talk any more until they got to the big motel. Immediately Dave recognized it for what it was.
"This is a fucking whorehouse," he said. "Look at those neon signs flashing 'Water Beds and Adult Movies.' I know what that is."
"Don't knock it son," his father said. "You will enjoy coming here once you get used to it."
"I don't know about that," Dave said. "I hope I can find me a good piece of ass who wants me to fuck without having to pay."
"One way or another those who play must pay," his father said, with a wry smile.
"I guess that's the fucking truth," Dave replied.
Strangely, his father had made such a fuss about going to the motel and him getting cold feet, that he was starting to get cold feet.
"Maybe Stella won't like me," he said. "Or maybe I won't like her. Why don't we forget it? " "Absolutely not," his father insisted. "Stella is a lovely girl. Very sweet. You'll love her. All over."
Dave didn't see the humor. He wasn't eager to have sex with Stella at all. However, when he got inside the motel and met Stella, he changed his mind. She was a dazzling redhead with ivory skin and green eyes. He was amazed at how beautiful she was. But the most amazing thing was that she greeted them at the door stark naked. Her beautiful red nipples stood out against her red hair. And then he glanced down at her vagina and was so stimulated by the sight of her red pussy hairs he wanted to drop to his knees and start worshiping her.
"Hi, tiger," Stella smiled, "pleased to meet you."
"This is Dave," his father smiled, "a frisky young colt here. He needs a little ... action."
"I think I can take care of him," she said. "I'm a nudist."
"I ... see you are," Dave flashed her a grin. "What do you say to a naked lady?"
"I can think of a lot of things," Stella nodded knowingly.
"I'll bet you can," he grinned right back at her.
His father dismissed himself. "There's no rea- son for me to stay around," he smiled, "two is company and three's a crowd."
"Three can be an orgy," Stella giggled. "Of course that'll cost a little more."
"No, no," he insisted, "that wouldn't be right."
Stella was most helpful. She came over to Dave and began unfastening his belt.
"I always like undressing young boys," she said. "They have a big surprise for me sometimes. I hope yours is big, baby."
"It gets bigger when it's sucked on," he grinned.
"I guess you've had a little French job down there," she said. "Leave it to Stella. She'll take care of everything. Lick your ass as well. Bet you never had that."
Dave hated to disappoint her. He palyed innocent.
"No, I haven't," he said.
"Beautiful," she said, "just give me an opportunity, tiger, and I'll show you where it's at."
After she had peeled off all of his clothes, she walked around him. She patted his ass and then reached over to his cock. She took it in her hand and began rhythmically stroking it.
"The hand can do wonders for the penis," she smiled.
"So they say," he grinned.
He couldn't help marvel at Stella's skill. Her hand manipulated his balls as well as his cock.
"How did you learn to do all of that?" he asked her.
"Oh, in my hustling days," she said. "I gave that all up for your father."
"What?" Dave asked, his cock going limp as he thought about what she was saying.
"Didn't he tell you?" Stella smiled. "We've been living together for years. He keeps me in an apartment on the west side."
"Dad didn't happen to mention that," he said.
"That's strange," Stella said. "I thought we had it out that he was going to discuss this with you."
"For some reason dad didn't care to," he said.
"Don't say I said a word," Stella told him quickly. "Mum is the word. Don't say anything. I don't want him to cut me off."
"I don't want you to cut me off either," he smiled. "I want you to get sucking. Maybe you can get my joint up."
"Certainly, love," Stella said.
She dropped to her knees. And while she mas- saged his ass she pulled his penis to her mouth.
"Suck it," Dave told the attractive redhead. "Suck that big juicy joy stick, you're gonna love every inch of it."
"Providing I don't choke on it," Stella grinned.
, He enjoyed her sense of humor. And he was sure that he would enjoy her cock suck as well.
"Do it, baby," he told her enthusiastically. "Oh, baby, do it."
Stella let him slide it down her throat. And then she pulled back so she could use her teeth and her tongue on the head of his shaft. She wanted to show him how good she was at it.
"Suck me," he begged her, "suck me. Oh, Stella, baby, suck. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, just like that. Oh, honey, suck. That's what I want. Suck it off."
Stella was doing her best. She wanted to please her young lover. She felt it would be enjoyable to taste some fresh young sperm. She was tired of doing it with his father. She gave evidence to him of how much she was enjoying it as her fingernails clawed at his behind.
"Eat it," he exclaimed as he shot his white cum into her mouth.
Stella gulped greedily. She was anxious to suck on his joy stick until he had finished shooting.
Then slowly she slipped her mouth out of his cock and smiled at him.
"Did you enjoy that, tiger?" she grinned.
"You know it, baby doll," he told her. "I really like to go down on you. You know what's happening."
"Your father never mentioned you eating me," she said, "but I see no reason why you couldn't enjoy a nice warm meal between my legs."
He returned the favor by dropping to his knees. He pressed his lips against her fur-trimmed red-haired triangle. He became excited as he saw she was moistening. He licked the dew drops off her pussy hair and then stiffening his tongue stabbed into her.
"Ohhh, Davey," Stella exclaimed as she reached down to guide the head of the young boy over her there. "Eat me. Oh, yes, eat my pussy."
It was obvious to her that he needed some sexual release. And Stella was only too eager to supply it for a price. She figured a pussy suck was an extra. And she determined to charge. However, none of this should be mentioned to Dave, she thought. She wanted to be ethical about it.
"Eat my pussy," Stella panted, "oh, you cunt lapper. Eat it. Suck it."
Her twitching snatch excited Dave's tongue. He flipped all over inside of her. Stabbing his tongue in and out with vigorous movements he got her so stimulated she was shaking.
"Yes, yes," he exclaimed, "that's the way to do it. Oh, baby, lick it. Love it."
All at once Stella juiced. He pressed his lips over her mound, making a suction cup.
"Suck my snatch, sweetheart," Stella begged, "suck my juicy snatch. Oh, baby, that's a box lunch and a half."
He couldn't agree more. His hands gripped her ass cheeks and he held them tightly and squeezed them as he finished eating her mound. Then withdrawing his tongue from her delicious box he grinned.
"How was I, baby?" he smiled, licking his lips.
"You were too much," Stella smiled. "You really were."
Stella couldn't conceal her pride. She turned around and went back to the bed and stretched out.
"Bring that bottle over here, baby doll," she suggested. "I'm thirsty."
8 XJtf vfi When he returned with the bottle of booze she drank up.
"Oh, that's so good," she exclaimed. "I really did rock it to you, didn't I baby?"
"You know it," he assured her, "and I guess I socked it to you, too."
"You sure did," she told him, "I loved it when you thrust that big prick of yours down my throat. It felt tremendous. What a way to go!"