Chapter 3
"Looks like Mort and June are here," Gurney Adams said to his wife as he pulled the wheel of the Thunderbird hard over and sent the vehicle skimming into the drive of the motel. "Shall we roust them for a drink, Sandy?"
"We'd better not, Gur. I still want to spend every spare moment getting those new lines down pat. Have you ever wondered why they always come up with changes at the last damn minute?" Sandra Stone sounded miffed, but Gurney could tell by the grin on her lips that she considered the imposition a challenge.
He was rather glad she had vetoed his suggestion. As the more sociable member of the family, he always felt it his duty to make the first move toward any socializing. If it were left to Sandy, they'd never go anyplace or do anything. She was a natural stay-at-home, because she loved redecorating everything she could get her hands on.
There were times, though, that Gurney suspected she might have another reason for preferring to avoid social engagements. Sandy liked people, he knew, and when he attempted to analyze her motives for isolating herself, he could think of only one answer. Especially after he had watched her in three different love scenes on the set.
Gurney was almost certain that his wife was afraid of her susceptibility to male stimulus. She even seemed to hold herself back with him, much of the time. Oh, she enjoyed sex and made no attempt to hide the fact. But their lovemaking always left him with the feeling that if she could just pull out one more plug somewhere inside her subconscious, she'd have the time of her life.
And when he had seen her approach a studio love scene coolly, then become so passionate, so clinging and hotly wild that the director would get a hard on watching, Gurney was sure that Sandy received some special excitement from close contact with a male that she was not legally supposed to be playing with.
Thinking about Sandy pressing her body close to other men gave Gurney an erection as he parked beside the motel office. He got out and stood beside the car, looking in at her creamy thighs below her micro-miniskirt.
"I'll book us in, Sandy, and we can shower and roll in the hay. That wasn't a bad meal, but I'm anxious to have dessert. Do you have anything I can nibble on?"
"Gur! Someone might hear you!" Sandy blushed.
"So? What's wrong with a guy wanting to eat a little pussy?" he asked. "Especially a tasty one like yours?" He closed the car door quickly as she pretended to swing her handbag at him. He laughed as he went into the office and registered.
Later, watching Sandy towel herself as she stood on the bathroom rug, Gurney wondered if there were something radically wrong with him. Most guys he knew were fascinated by tits. He could stare at Sandy's full, round hemispheres and their orange nipples with no excitement whatsoever. Her ass, yes; she had the most exciting buttocks and cleft he had ever seen. And that creamy white love mound with its red-gold feathers... He could get a stiff just visualizing it in his memory.
Right now he was ready to play with himself, so cute and desirable was her little snatch as she toweled one foot on the edge of the tub. He was ready to eat it until his mouth grew numb.
He stopped thinking about why he just wasn't a breast man as he felt the aching engorgement of his penis with grasping fingers. If she didn't hurry out of there, he'd bring himself off by hand. Damn, she was a juicy sight!
"Sandy! Hurry out here before I come on the rug!" he cried.
She dropped the towel suddenly and let it fall in a heap on the bathmat, then walked slowly out to him. She was blushing in a way that always added to her charm, in Gurney's eyes. A rosy orange flush spread over her, almost covering her entire body.
"God! Bring that marvelous body here before I starve!" he husked. She moved obediently to sit on the edge of the bed and Gurney's hands clutched her feet. He tipped them up, forcing her back onto the bed, then spread them apart.
The reddish gold filaments of hair at her crotch parted to reveal the deep orange flesh of her vulva and Gurney licked bis lips as he stared at its moistly welcome mouth.
Usually he planted hot, wet kisses along her thighs before he approached the main feast. But tonight he was too eager. He buried his face in her, licking deeply into the warm folds of flesh and sucking hungrily at the moist surfaces.
"Oh, wait, Gu r!" she begged, struggling under his mouth and trying to wave the legs he held imprisoned in his hands. "I'm not wet enough yet; it's so tender!"
Gurney was almost too entranced to be aware of her problem, but he heard her and remembered that he had not shaved all day. With his heavy, coarse stubble, he could be torturing her tender flesh, especially if she had not started to lubricate properly. He relaxed his pressure against her vulva and licked at the warm creases where her thighs joined her torso, then he rolled her over and licked into the cleft of her buttocks.
"Ooh-h-h!" she squealed. "That'll drive me crazy, Gur!" But when he slid his tongue along the crease to the tightly closed ring of her anus and prodded its fastness wetly, she moaned and tried to relax the taut muscle that locked it shut.
Gurney's tongue probed inward a short distance, then dipped in and out, screwing her in the ass teasingly. Her gasps and soft moans told him she loved it, and he knew it would trigger the flow of her cunt juices, so he kept it up until she began to wiggle her ass so wildly he Could not keep his tongue in place.
"Oh, Gur! My cunt's so... hot now... and wet! It's sloppy wet, Gur! Suck me off, honey!"
He needed no coaxing. She found herself once again on her back before she could finish her plea.
Her legs were pulled apart and the rough sandpaper of his whiskers rubbed against her inner thighs.
But she did not mind, now. All she wanted was to feel his mouth on her, licking, sucking, nibbling at the increasingly tingling flesh of her swelling vulva.
His eagerness to consume her every drop of juice made him almost frantic as he licked all around the vessel of her widely open cunt, then sucked milkingly at the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Her ass bucked wildly under him.
"I'm coming, Gur! Oh, how I'm com-m-ming!" she cried. And her cunt mashed his mouth as she tried to screw his tongue. Then she went limp and he gathered the last drops of her dew with his tongue and lips.
He sat up in the bed and smilingly licked his chops like a sated wolf. His penis curved up into the air, hard and thin and pulsing, a drop of precoital lubricant oozing from the eye at its tip like a pearly tear from an eyeless socket.
"Let me... suck you off, Gur," she pleaded. "Let me make you feel... wonderful like you... did me."
"No," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to stick this cock of mine in that delicious cunt!" He was on his knees between her thighs in a split-second, guiding the stubbornly upcurved lance of his cock, planting its pointed tip in the entrance of her vagina. Then he leaned toward her and eased the head past her entrance. It slid inside her like a finger into a greased glove. And it traced a trail against the upper wall of her passage, its tip furrowing along warmly until she felt it touch the sensitive mouth of her uterus.
"Gur!" she cried. "Not in there again!... We'll get... hung up like we... did in Rosarita!'" Gurney hesitated, as if debating with himself, then the plowing tip slid past the crucial point and hit the curving upper wall of her vagina.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Screw me hard!" she moaned. And Gurney pumped in and out of the velvet chamber steadily, rotating his ass to make additional contact between them. He had been hot to trot so long that he could feel the juices gathering inside him, readying for the sudden release.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Sandy cried as she arched up to meet a deep thrust. "Coming!... I'm coming again!... ohh!" And Gurney lost his last measure of control. He plunged to the balls and spurted hotly as he made short, careful strokes, rubbing the tip of his spewing cock across the entrance to her womb.
He felt the last gush leave him, then his strength seemed to drain from every muscle as he let himself go limp on top of her. He forced himself to move, getting off the tender mattress of her body and trailing his sperm across her belly and thigh before he slid to the sheets face up, his raglike cock bent under him.
Kee-riste! Have I stayed away from the mountains so long I've become a damned flatlander? Hell, I've spent half my life at this altitude or higher.
Then he recalled that he had been away for over two years. And he had done a lot of drinking and carousing during that time. He rolled over onto his back and lay there panting.
"I'll be a sonovabitch!" he said.
"What's the matter?" Sandy wanted to know.
"Nothing, honey," he said. He shook his head wonderingly from side to side. "I guess I'm just flabbergasted."
"Well, it serves you right," Sandy teased. "You certainly gasted my flabber, so we're even."
Gurney chuckled. "You nut. You lovely, sexy nut. Just don't be too damned proud of yourself. I think the altitude, of all things, has done a bit of gasting, too. My flabber may never work again."
"You mean you're just worn out?" she asked. "Or did you hurt something?"
"I mean I feel like I've finished the last of ninety days at hard labor. I'm pooped!"
"Oh. Well that's nothing. I mean nothing to fret about. At this altitude anyone can get pooped."
"Not if you've spent as much time at this altitude as I have. I've been up and down most of my life, and just because I've been away from the mountains for a couple of years I'm puffing like a flatlander on his first trip up."
"That makes all the difference in the world, Gur," she said, sitting up in bed.
"What does?"
"The years you were away. All that time at sea level. It's just like anything else... athletics, for instance. The best in the world can drop to the bottom after being out of training long enough. You're just going to have to be patient. After you're up here a while, your system should adjust so you're just as much at ease up here as you ever were."
"Thanks a lot, Doctor Stone. And just how long is a while in your dictionary?"
"Well... I don't know. But if you've been at this altitude a lot during your life, and were well adjusted to it, it shouldn't take long to readjust."
"I repeat, Doc: How long?"
"Gur, honey, I don't know. But you shouldn't worry about it. Think of the others in the company, especially the older ones. And all of the grips and carpenters and everyone who has to do hard work on location."
"Hey, you think falling off a moving horse and climbing up a canyon wall isn't hard work?"
"That's not what I meant, and you know it. Besides, if you didn't have that thing about doing your own stunts you could be resting in the shade while some stunt man made a few bucks."
"Okay; I take it back. Anyhow, you'll have as tough a job as I will. How far do you women have to hike down that dusty trail?"
"I'm not sure. Like the man says, 'Until it comes out right in the rushes,' I guess. They want us to look genuinely pooped, as if we really had to walk those thirty miles from where the wagon train was attacked. Anyway, it's not a dusty trail, thank God. It's a mountain trail, with lots of greenery and stuff."
"Well, I wish your agent could get you better roles. It's a damn shame you're stuck with these matronly parts... a dish like you. I still wish you'd hold out for leads; hell, I make enough for us to live on."
"I know, hon, but we've been through this all before. Gur, we both want that place in Twenty-Nine Palms, and the sooner we get it the happier we'll be. So I can take any roles that pay well if they help us get where we want to go. Okay?"
"Okay, okay. So you play old broads. And if I don't shape up better, I'll be playing the old faithful derelict buddy instead of the money lead. Guess we'd better get some sleep."
"You're right, Gur. I'll turn out the light. I have to pee anyhow."
Gurney closed his eyes and listened to her padding across the room. There was the tinkling dribble of her urination, more padding sounds, then the click of the light switch. He relaxed the muscles of his eyelids and felt the relaxation travel over his entire body. But his mind remained alert.
He wondered if Bob Samuels had found everything for him and made all necessary arrangements. There should be a letter at the General Delivery window of the postoffice in the morning, giving him the rundown. He must remember to stop there before heading out to the location site.
Which reminded him of the fact that he wanted to scout the terrain thoroughly for several days before the shooting of his first scene. He wanted to make sure just what kind of geography he was going to have to bounce on from the moving horse. This was not the right time of his career to be breaking anything important.
Sandy moved against him, sliding her buttocks on his thigh. The action rubbed his retired cock and he was surprised to feel it swell slightly at her touch.
Maybe it won't take as long as I thought to get acclimated. I really don't feel as tired now as I did. A little sleepy, perhaps, but not exhausted.
He rubbed the head of his prick into the warm cleft of Sandy's buttocks and felt it swell more, hardening as it stiffened. He could also feel sleep trying to claim him in the midst of this rediscovered virility, and fought it weakly.
If I can just get the head of it wedged into her ass, it would feel cozy as hell. I might even bring it off just rubbing it in that soft crease. Or even if I fall asleep, maybe I'll come in my dreams. Boy, Adams! You must be getting adjusted already. You're half asleep and still your as randy as ever!
"Sandy?" he called softly. But her only response was a light snoring sound. She must have taken one of her instant sleeping pills, or else she had been more exhausted than she let on.
Oh, well. I'll still try to shove it in her behind. It'll feel good to... go... to... sleep... like...