Chapter 6
Walt led the way to his car, and Joan followed behind. She couldn't keep down the thumping pressure of her heart against her ribs. All that fingering he had done to her pussy back in the bar had driven her into a rut worthy of her best days as a Wrangler.
Lord, the kind of fun Mary must have with that shameless stud! Joan wondered.
It made her wish that she had married somebody with a little more sex urge than Bill, her husband. Not that she and Bill didn't have a swinging time of their own, but golly, she thought, living with a slick-talking, slit-hungry man like Walt Bates was exactly what made some women tick!
As she followed close behind his lights, Joan tried to fight down the urge to rub her itching cunt. She knew that allowing herself to be so quickly and wantonly turned on by a strange man was a bit sick. But what else was she supposed to do when the lingering memory of his finger inside her pussy was making her break out in sweaty goosebumps?
"Just don't think about it," she breathed to the steering wheel. "Just go to the motel with him, have your fun, and keep reminding yourself that this was all Sara's idea!"
When they finally turned off the main drag and headed for a poorer section of the town, she wondered if going to a motel had been such a hot idea, after all. Maybe they could have driven out in the country and tried a few of those French connections in the back seat. But she didn't stop following him. She couldn't, not the way she felt.
They passed a few halfway respectable places, but Walt didn't stop. He kept going until they came to a place that looked as if bums and hippies might have moved out. A broken-down Old motel with a dozen small units set back in a cluster of trees. It was the kind of place that college boys could take a high school girl and gang bang the hell out of her without fear of being disturbed.
Walt stopped at the office and motioned for Joan to drive on around and park her car out of sight in the trees. Just as she did she saw the evil-looking old man peering out of the office window at her, sizing her up to make sure there wouldn't be any trouble.
She waited in her car while Walt made the arrangements, and she was almost ready to back out of the whole deal again when he tapped on the back windshield and crooked his finger for her to follow him. Like a puppet pulled by an erotic string, Joan hopped out of her car and walked quickly up the worn path behind him. Despite her inner feeling of being cheap and whorish to come to such a place with a horny male, she had not managed to fight down the excitement the idea had for her. Once in a lifetime, she told herself, that's how often something like this happens-so don't back out now!
Walt had rented the unit furthest back from the office, the one most isolated from the other units. Obviously, they would be as safe there from prying eyes and ears as they would have been inside a cave in the mountains. He grinned and winked at her as he unlocked the door, and once they were inside he double locked the portal so that not even a rhino could have horned his way in.
It was a small room with a small iron bed, a bureau, and two kitchen chairs. The bathroom was only big enough for a stool and a shower.
"Perfect," he said, tossing his hardhat in one corner and beginning to unbutton his shirt. "Not exactly the kind of quarters the countess lived in, but I'll bet we have the same kind of fun."
Joan watched him take off his shirt, and the sight of his hairy chest did something funny to her crotch. She liked his muscular arms, too.
"Hey," he breathed, casually, "how can we play if you don't take off your clothes. C'mon, honey, I played with your pussy, so now let me see it!"
She smiled, a bit nervously. But she went to work on getting her blouse and skirt off. Walt stripped down to his boxer shorts, then stopped to do a little business with the chairs. She watched during the process of undressing as he placed the chairs face to face, with only about three feet of space between them.
"What's that for?" she asked, raggedly. "Little game the countess thought up," he grinned. "She called it bull and calf, only she said the damned thing in French. You talk any French?"
"Sorry."
"Doesn't matter. It feels the same in any language, I'm sure. You about ready to try it?"
Joan was down to her bra and panties, and hesitating. He strolled over to her and she saw that the bulge in his shorts had grown enormously. In fact, his half-hidden prick was pushed out obscenely so that the head of it was outlined clearly.
"Baby, you're gonna like this a whole lot better if you're stripped down to your cute birthday suit. C'mon, let me play with those pretty tits of yours."
Without asking permission Walt reached around her and unsnapped her bra. The scrap of cloth almost boomeranged off her full, swelling tits. Walt caught it with a chuckle in her hand. Her breasts were the suckable type, a little small but very firm and pointed. The nipples capping the coned tips were as large as pink erasers, perking upward in different directions.
"Now the panties," he breathed, hoarsely.
He hooked his thumbs into the top of her filmy underwear and pulled them down over her shimmering hips. He didn't stop until they were laying in a pink crinkle around her ankles. Joan easily stepped out of them. Nude, she felt herself beginning to let go again.
Her blood leaped in little fountaining spurts of warmth through her loins. Walt ran his hands up the sides of her legs and crudely cupped her hairy pussy, exactly the way he had done in the dark bar. Only this time there was nothing to stop him from playing with her cunt as boldly as he wanted. He rubbed the maw of her slit until the lips were thick and distended, and when he pulled his palm away it was already damp with her juices.
"Yeah," he grinned, "when you're hot, you're hot!"
Following up her new surge of sensuality, Joan reached out and found the snaps on his shorts. They came popping open in one tug and his handsome prick shot upward, hard as iron.
She was fascinated by the length of his penis. It looked darker than the skin around his thighs as it stood out from the dark whiskers of his pubic hair. It was a big prick, all right, and big pricks had always charmed her like snakes. She supposed it was because she was a small female. She supposed all smallish females found themselves both frightened and fascinated by the thought of being impaled on a large prick, being deliciously tormented by having a husky cock shoved up the narrow tunnel between their tiny thighs.
He saw her staring at his tool, and the corners of his mouth curled up toward his earlobes in a sultry smile.
"Like that big thing, honey?" he whispered, taking one of her hands and fitting her fingers around the middle of his thick cock. "Think you'd like to love it a little with your mouth?"
That jarred her a little. She had never enjoyed doing anything like that to a man. She could count on one hand the number of times she had touched her lips or tongue to a hard prick. But there was something different about this time-something compulsively appealing to the way his hoarse voice seemed to be begging her for something special.
"Is that what you liked the countess to do?" she crooned.
Joan felt his large prick grow a bit stiffer between her fingers. "One of the things, yeah," he said. "But she did it in a special way-the bull and calf way."
"Show me... " This was where the chairs came in. And she soon found out why they were necessary to get just the erotic effect that could turn him literally into a bull-with bull nuts, to boot. Walt told her to lie down so that she had her head directly under the space between the chairs. Then he half-sat and half-squatted between both chairs. He was balanced above her with his buttocks and balls hanging down above her mouth like forbidden fruit.
"Now lick 'em," he commanded, lustily. "Raise your head up as high as you can and lick my nuts like crazy!"
The view she had of his spread asshole and the hairy, heavy-hanging balls was the most obscene picture of a male body she had ever known. But there was something wildly exciting about it, too. And having come along this far with him, she wasn't about to turn back without at least trying a taste.
Joan raised her chin up until the hairs on his balls were tickling the tip of her nose. Then she rolled out her tongue and licked lightly on the firm contour of the left nut first. She felt it swell and vibrate at her touch. She lapped it wetly until the flat of her tongue was moving it back and forth like a warm pod of honey.
"Jesus, yes!" Walt groaned from above her. "Now lick on the other one-then both of 'em! Suck me, too-suck on my hot nuts!"
His filthy desires reached her ears the same way a sizzling fuse reaches two kegs of dynamite. She couldn't resist the feminine need to show how much pleasure she could give a male. With an ability born more out of instinct than experience, she bathed the surfaces of both his balls with her lapping tongue until they gleamed with warm saliva. For the next few minutes no sound was heard in the cheap room except the stubborn, constant slurping of her tongue. His swollen, heating balls were hanging down between his legs like oversized pears.
Then, without being told to, Joan directed her attention to his asshole. She didn't really think about it, about how nasty it might be or how totally degenerate he might think her. All the motivation which drove her tongue from his testicles to that dark hole between his buttocks was the sheer madness of wanting to discover once and for all what all the fuss was about. The fuss was the final need for a female to degrade herself for her male. Then he would fuck her as a reward for her worship.
Walt trembled with pleasure as he felt the tip of her tongue winnowing deep up into his rectum. The cheeks of his ass seemed to spread apart as she got more and more of her tongue deeper and deeper into that unlikely hole. She tongued him for several minutes before going back to warm his nuts again. At that point he had another treat for her. By forcing his stiffened prick down between his legs, she was allowed the pleasure of licking on the head of it. She slathered her lips and tongue greedily over the large bulb of meat. She sucked loudly and hungrily until his cock became so uncontrollably stiff that he couldn't hold it down any longer. With a grunt of animal lust he sprang off the chairs. He did it so quickly that he left her licking the air with her bloated tongue.
"Time for the next position!" he blurted, huskily. "Get on the bed, baby. Kneel low and hitch your ass as high up in the air as you can get it!"
Joan was more than ready for a little joy herself. She did as he directed, climbing on the bed and trying to assume the position he wanted. He wasn't satisfied until he had pulled her legs wider apart and made her lift her plump buttocks as high as his hips. And all the time he was positioning her, he was touching her cunt, teasing her vaginal lips, rubbing the mossy hairs surrounding her pubes, and generally making her so goddamned hot that she was gulping for breath.
"This one is called the honey-rod rock," Walt whispered. "The countess invented it to be done to music. But we'll have to do with the creak of the damn bedsprings, I guess."
Joan didn't care if they did it to harps and drums-just so they did it. With her head buried in a pillow and her thighs lifted four feet up in the air behind her, she waited for the thrust of his big prick. And she wanted it madly because the fat lips of her dripping cunt were hanging open like twin slabs of hot liver-red, meaty and wet.
But he didn't drive his engorged cock all the way into her yearning snatch on one thrust. Instead, he honed her lust to a finer edge than ever by moving only the head of his prick around and around the slick comers of her hole. He teased her like this for several long minutes, making her grunt and moan like a wounded doe.
"Damnit," she hissed, at last, "fuck me with it! Stick it in and fuck me!"
Walt did-but with a delicious difference. First he put the tips of his fingers at the corners of her steaming cunt and pulled the pink folds back as far as he could. This made her pussy open like a hairy mouth so that he could look deep into it and see the hardened knob of her clitoris. Then he nuzzled the bloated head of his cock between the sucking folds of her gash and fucked it deep up into her cunt. He stopped when it was halfway in and pulled his hands away. The plump, flushed lips of her cunt rolled back hungrily around the stiff pole of flesh and throbbed happily.
"Fuck it all in!" Joan begged, her voice a husky rasp of wanton need. "Pump your balls up against my ass!"
She could scarcely believe the filth that was tumbling out of her mouth. She only knew that somehow it added whole new dimensions to her joy to talk to a strange man this way-a man who had his cock rammed lustily up her slippery slit.
"Anything to please a lady," he breathed at her, mockingly.
The muscles in his naked buttocks tightened and with one mighty thrust he buried his prick up her cunt to the hairs. Those balls of his, still wet from her devilish licking, pressed into the tender contours of her buttocks like prickly pears. Then he began the long, languorous humping he had called the honey-rod rock. It wasn't fast fucking, and it wasn't slow fucking-it was just good fucking. Joan had never known fucking could be so madly satisfying.
She had also never been fucked in this position. Although, she seemed to remember Sara saying something about doing it with a cowboy once. The cowboy had called it "mare-style" and had called it necessary as well if the prick doing it was big and long and hard enough. And she certainly had no complaints to make on the size of the cock that was rudely, powerfully working in and out of her pulsating pussy-not if the constant, wet spasms of her pleasure counted as proof of passion.
The music that Walt had said was so necessary was indeed being provided by the old bed they were fucking on. The springs jerked and whined and clanked in demented and lusty tune to their moves. And added to such a symphony of sinful ecstasy was the funky noises his prick was making as it slurped huskily in and out of her squishing hole.
Joan was coming so good and fast that she lost count of her orgasms. They seemed like firecrackers tied together, popping one after the other until her whole nervous system was one constant eruption of sluttish joy. He fucked her ruthlessly, going after his own ultimate orgasm with as much indifference to her pleasure as a fuck-crazy hog feels for its mate. The mirror on the cracked bureau behind them was recording the scene like a dirty movie. The reflection showed his naked butt humping like mad as he leaned over her and pulled at her furiously excited tits.
"Here it comes!" he gasped, finally, increasing his thrusting until her whole body was jerking and bouncing before his steady blows. "Comin' for you! Comin'!"
She felt his prick grow stone hard inside her, bloating out the grainy walls of her cunt like expanding jaws. Then with one final, powerful plunge Walt drove the head of his crazed cock far up into her cunt and released his sperm.
Four or five strong spurts of cum filled her cunt to overflowing. She made a soft, whinnying sound in her throat as he emptied his heated balls into her willing body. And the pleasure of feeling him come inside of her carried her cunt to one last dizzying crest, only to bring her down again in one last twitching spasm of added lust.
He stayed hunched over her long after they were finished. Then, finally, he leaned back and pulled his swollen cock gently from the lathered, pink lips of her dripping pussy.
"Mmmm... " she moaned, sinking in a soft heap back on the bed.
When she opened her eyes, Walt was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her looking yearningly at her tits.
"Ready for another one?" he asked, grinning through the mussed tangle of his eyebrows. "Ready for what the countess used to call 'the piece you can't resist'?"
Joan smiled, and felt a sudden, stubborn throb of licentious pleasure go through her well-fucked cunt. She knew it was wrong to even think about screwing again, after what they had just gone through. But if he could do it, she damned sure could.
"You... uh... sure you've got the strength?" she whispered.
He grinned and pulled his big prick up from between his legs with his fist. It looked red and thick, with veins sticking out all over it from the furious fucking he had just done. He jacked it boldly for a few seconds, then turned it loose. The cock twitched, throbbed, stiffened-and pointed straight up at the ceiling.
"That answer your question?" he demanded, softly.
"This new position," Joan purred, weakly, "is it wilder than the first two?"
He chuckled. "Well... the countess and me used to do it in a bathtub filled with champagne. But I think we can make a hell of a college try in the shower."
She gulped. "What's the position called?
"It's called 'hide the soapy submarine.'"
"In which port, may I ask?"
Walt grinned. "In the back one, baby. Yeah, in the ass-back one!"