Anyone who saw the movie BUS STOP, and all the truck drivers who stopped at the motel apparently had seen it, immediately compared Esti to the woman who ran the wayside station in the movie. Esti, or Estelle as her parents had named her, had been born with brown hair, white skin, and a lovely face that had hardened just a little now that she was thirty-three. Her hair was no longer brown. She had dyed it a brilliant red, and had even tinted her eyebrows. She had the kind of breasts that made a man think she didn't need a serving tray when she helped in the restaurant part of the motel, and her waist was narrow enough to be spanned by a trucker's big hands, except that no trucker other than Joe Calley, Esti's husband of eleven years, ever got his hands on her waist. Her hips were broad, and under the green uniform she wore it was obvious her legs were strong, very strong, the kind any man would have loved wrapped around his waist.
Esti had married Joe when she was twenty-two, hoping to get away from the dreary life to which her parents had subjected her ever since she had a memory. She hated the East, hated big cities, hated smog, fog, and smoke. Joe Calley had been a truck driver who had promised to take her away from all this, and he had kept his promise.
She had met Joe through his sister, who was her roommate at college. He had dated her for two years before she had been graduated, and she had preserved her virginity for the wedding night, as her parents had instructed. This had pleased Joe very much, since he, himself, was somewhat old-fashioned. That is, he believed in the double standard. It was fine for him to screw other women, but no man was to lay his hands on his wife.
Esti's parents had been old-fashioned, also. They had given Joe a dowry of twenty-five thousand dollars with the provision that he use it to help make Esti's life more secure. This Joe had done by taking Esti far away from her parents, to Nebraska, and there he had used the money as a down payment on the small motel, restaurant and filling station on the huge interstate highway. Joe felt that if he had Esti running the motel while he continued trucking, she would be too busy to be lonely. However, Joe hadn't counted on one minor, unimportant little detail: sex. He had apparently taught Esti to love being loved, and he was on the road often, seeing his wife perhaps two weekends a month, always giving her a solidly satisfying missionary screwing each time, making her long for more of the same-much more. Esti was a woman who naturally needed lots of lovin', and Joe was apparently not sensitive to her needs as he trucked down the highways, himself boffing girls right and left at the various other stops, certain that his wife's upbringing was more than enough to keep her from letting all the other truckers touch her.
For eleven years Joe Calley was correct. For eleven years no trucker got his hands on Esti, though countless of them tried. Esti managed the motel, oversaw everything that took place in the small cafe-restaurant, and made certain the small filling station ran smoothly, and as a result, the motel was not only slowly paying off the balance of the mortgage that was owed, but was even bringing in a small profit. True, without Joe's added income life would have been difficult for Esti, but she wondered if it was more difficult with more money and less Joe, or would it be better to have more Joe and less income. Had she been given a choice, Esti would have opted for the latter. Joe, on the other hand, was not yet ready to settle down behind a desk for the rest of his life. There were still too many chicks to ball and too many roads to travel before he sold his diesel rig and finally settled down. He decided that when the mortgage was finally paid-in another fourteen years, that he would settle down once and for all. Meanwhile he intended making hay-and a lot of women in the hay-while the sun shone.
Esti never thought of her husband as promiscuous, and so remained silent when he went truckin' on down the road every second Monday after balling her for an entire weekend.
Esti's trouble, if it can be called that, began, appropriately enough, on a Monday following a weekend when Joe had run out of gas, sexually, long before he normally did. Joe hadn't told his wife he had spent all of Thursday night making whoopee with a new maid at a motel two hundred miles from his own place, while heading for home. He had pounded the woman so many times that he barely had enough strength to wheel his rig back to ESTI'S-he had re-named it after his wife. Esti's constant demands Friday and Saturday had him worn to a frazzle, and he had nothing left for Sunday, which was when they usually engaged in their heaviest lovemaking.
On Monday morning, Joe had driven away, a mere shadow of his former self, and there was Esti, still hot and bothered and completely unsatisfied, left to take her frustrations out in work.
So work she did. Since it was a small motel, she employed only one maid, and while the maid fixed up the room on the ground floor, Esti, herself, worked on the second floor of the two story building.
Monday morning the entire motel usually emptied itself out, and Esti gave all the rooms a thorough airing and cleaning. It was nine o'clock when she started, and she always worked her way from the farthest unit toward the center of the motel, first working down the left side of the corridor, then down the right. In order to save time, she took the vacuum cleaner with her and vacuumed the hall carpeting on her way down, cleaning the maroon floor covering very carefully. Everything in the motel was spotlessly clean. Esti was a tyrant when it came to the care of her property.
At the far end of the hall, she used her master key to unlock the door on the left and walked right in. The door was balanced to automatically swing shut, as were all the doors, and as Esti brought the vacuum cleaner into the room, she surveyed the rumpled sheets of one of the beds and decided the trucker who had spent the weekend there hadn't been too successful woman-wise. Even with the blanket and top sheet pulled out, the bed was fairly orderly, and not messed up as it was when a man and woman limboed together.
Walking over to the bed, she was about to strip it down, when she was suddenly conscious of a damp odor permeating the room. Turning her head to the left, she saw the bathroom door was open, and standing in the doorway, totally naked, drying himself off from having just taken a shower, was the room's occupant. The bathroom was steamed from the hot water he had been using, and though his hair, all black, was askew all over his head, Esti saw immediately that he was young and a good looking man. He had obviously shaved before taking his shower, and seemed not the least bit embarrassed about his muscular nakedness. She stared at his massive cock, erecting itself at the sight of her, pointing accusingly at her, as if telling her it was her fault it was so stiff. It looked so menacing, and she felt so odd, staring at it. She hadn't expected to find any occupants. Good gravy! That penis he sported was twice as long and half-again as thick as that of her husband, who, from what he had told her, had one of the biggest cocks around. Too, this penis had all different kinds of colors in it. Her husband's was a bland pink with a faint red tip, but this one started out white, turned pink, and was topped with a huge red dome, while interlaced with a multitude of blue veins.
"Well now, Esti, didn't expect you so early," he said, smiling as his hand reached down and began stroking the huge shaft back and forth, moving the loose outer flesh around the barrel-shaped organ.
"Homer!" she snapped. "I-I'm sorry, I thought you were gone. I'll come back later."
"The hell with that," he murmured, stepping out of the bathroom, still gripping his cock, moving between her and the door.
"What do you think you're doing, Homer?" she asked, wondering why he was behaving this way. like all the other truckers, he often teased her about sacking out with her, but when she turned him down, as she had all the others, he had gracefully accepted it. Now he was suddenly reverting.
"Why ah'm thinkin' of fuckin' you, honey," he told her.
"Well, forget it," she told him, her mind already beginning to spin, because in spite of instantly refusing him, just looking at that flesh lance of his made her want to change her mind. It would be really nice to have something like that buried inside her, especially after not getting enough of Joe.
Homer simply smiled and said, "Esti, ah gotcha alone here, and ain't no one gonna get in here to stop what's agonna happen, so whyn't you save us both a lotta trouble and just get undressed."
SICK! Esti thought. The man's sick. Oh this is terrific! Here I am, trapped in an air-conditioned room with all the doors and windows closed with a real winner. She had personally seen to the soundproofing of all the rooms, as well, to make sure hyperactive guests didn't disturb those who wanted to sleep.
A mixture of fear and anger began flashing into her bright eyes. The expression on Homer's face waas one of amusement, as if to say he was in for a real treat, whether she was willing or not. He was already slowly moving toward her.
There was no chance for Esti to get to the door, and she'd be double-damned if she'd break a window that would cost money to repair. She was trapped between Homer and the bed, and the bed was so close behind her, it made movement very difficult.
Fear suddenly flashed across her face. Seeing the terror in her eyes, Homer smiled.
Esti saw the horrifying cruel streak lighting up the man's countenance. His normally handsome face had suddenly become ugly, marred with a look of depravity and lust.
Something seemed to snap inside Esti. She trembled, looking around, trying to find some way of getting to the door. But even as she moved she knew it was no use. There seemed to be absolutely no way of getting out. She was helplessly trapped with a man obviously intent on raping her.
Reaching down, she detached the dust bag from the vacuum cleaner and hurled it at him with the intent on blinding him, but he ducked and raised an arm to shield his eyes as his mouth twisted into a wry grimace.
Esti trembled, seeing the sadism written all over his countenance. She felt like a helplessly trapped mouse watching a cat slowly coming closer and closer. Even his eyes seemed to have a strange glint in them. She wanted to say something, anything to dissuade him, but her voice was locked inside her. She found herself completely frozen as she watched the man, still tugging on his gigantic penis while moving closer and closer to her. Against her will, the redheaded woman looked down at the awesome instrument clutched in his fist.
It was big, really big! She felt her hair, combed Orphan Annie-style, almost standing on her head for a moment.
Frightened out of her wits, the woman wondered how it was possible for any woman to contain such a monstrous organ in the narrowly tight confines of her vagina without being torn right up the middle. Homer was hung, really hung, and he was one trucker who really knew it, standing directly in front of her, seeming to enjoy the fear his massive cock was building in her. He moved forward, still smiling, and he reached for her with his free hand.
"N-NOW YOU S-STOP THIS, HOMER," she gasped at him. "YOU STOP IT THIS VERY INSTANT. STOP! D-DON'T YOU D-DARE T-TOUCH ME."
His voice was very calm and relaxed, almost soothing, as he asked, "Esti, you gonna take them there clothes off, or d'you want some help?"
All she had done was come in here to clean out a room. She'd had no idea it was still occupied. Now that she was trapped, she was hoping the man would respect her enough to let her go, but that was a forlorn hope. Looking at his powerful body she was able to tell he was very strong, and whether she liked it or not, she was totally at this man's mercy.
"P-please, Homer," she shuddered. "I'm a married woman. If Joe ever found out about this, you know he'd break us both in half."
"Hell!" he snapped. "You're talkin' like ah'm about to hurt you, or somethin'. Shee-itt, Esti. Whassamatta with you, anyhow? Y'know damn well ah ain't gonna hurtcha, and y'know ah ain't gonna go tellin' Joe nothin'. Besides, he's off get-tin' some poontang somewhere else, and ah figger that leaves you fair game for the guy what can get you. Ah mean, le's face it, honey. You are one delightfully gorgeous piece of ass. Now what would y'all think of me as a man iff'n, after walkin' in here and lettin' you see me nekkid, ah didn't do something' with you, huh? Why you'd look down on me for not appreciatin' what a good-lookin' head you are. Woman, y'all know it's the very nature of men to fuck women. Thass a fact. Why the hell d'you think ah keep comin' to this here motel instead of one of the other, cheaper places? Honey, the service here is great, the food is good, but what keeps Homer comin' back is a daydream of fuckin' you, and thass one daydream about to come true."
Esti dropped the vacuum cleaner hose she had picked up to protect herself with, too afraid to hit the man for fear of his hurting her, and she tried ducking away from him. Even as she lowered her head she felt one of his strong hands grip her shoulders. His other hand moved to her face and cupped it in his palm, and with a suddenly vicious tug he pulled her body against his solid nakedness. They stood that way, staring at each other in the early morning light coming in through the motel window for what seemed like forever as her eyes grew wider and wider with terror and fright. She stared at his face, and his normally handsome features were almost completely twisted with seething lust at the moment. He was grinning at her as if able to see the turmoil going on inside her, because Esti was already thinking that if she was going to be forced ... if she was unable to fight back, then she might just as well enjoy it. Had Joe satisfied her the previous day, she would be biting, scratching, probably kneeing Homer in the groin right now, but something inside her was stopping her.
The hand cupping her face was pulling her closer and closer, and then Homer was pressing his full, wet lips against Esti's. She felt his smooth-shaven face rub softly against her chin as his probing tongue speared between her lips and sank deeply into her mouth. It moved around in the warm moistness of her oral cave, trying to make the woman respond.
Esti remained totally rigid and terrified, afraid to move a muscle as the upright cock was pressed between their tightly rubbing bellies. The mere touch of the organ sent another chilling shiver charging through her. The head was digging into the softness of her slightly rounded tummy, making her more confused than ever, since the right thing would be to tear herself away from this man, but her body's yearnings wanted her to stand there.
"You're a real beauty, Esti," the horny truckdriver whispered into the depths of her mouth, and she smelled the whiskey on his breath. He must have awakened with a hangover, and then took a "hair of the dog" in the hope of driving the hangover away. "You'll like it with me, honey. Ah'm good at it. You'll see. You'll like it a lot."
That was when Esti realized his hand had left her face. It, along with his other hand, was busy, slowly unbuttoning the front of her green uniform. He took his time, slowly opening every single button, and then he tugged the uniform off her shoulders, revealing the brassiere holding up her twin thirty-eights underneath. Esti felt the room's cool air rushing against her naked flesh. Her heavy breathing made her mammaries continually wobble up and down. He tugged the dress off her arms and slowly let it float to the floor, and stared, muttering a strong gasp of salacious appreciation as he stared at the way her breasts pushed out of her brassiere. He yanked her against him, and with a single move, unsnapped the harness, slipping it off as well, tossing it aside, and now he really gasped as he stared at the white fullness of her round breasts. She had large nipples, and each areola was the size of an old fifty dollar gold piece, making his mouth water even more. He had to admit, considering the size and weight of her breasts, he was amazed at how firm and upstanding her mammaries were as they shimmered in front of his staring eyes.
Esti remained unmoving as the burly trucker fell to his knees in front of her, pulling down her half slip, letting it fall to the floor. He smiled, staring at her white panties, looking at the dark patch of hair beneath, and then his fingers hooked themselves in the elastic waistband of those panties and he slowly began tugging, rolling them over the softly quivering hillocks of her full buttocks, letting the scanties fall to her ankles along with her pooled half slip. He took the time to unlace her shoes, then he made her step out of them. She wore no stockings when doing maid's work, not wanting to risk a run in them at a time like that thus spending more money for new stockings when she would really need them. But for the nylon footcovers she was wearing, she was totally naked.
Esti's bare and helpless form trembled all over as the truckdriver's eyes continued wandering all over her, looking up from his kneeling position, staring into the pinkness between her thighs. She was aware of his heavy breath on her belly as the man remained kneeling in front of her. She very much wanted to step away from him, and she took one step back, tripping over the panties around her ankles. He reached out and grabbed her full buttocks, and he tugged her body against his face. Esti was aware of his lips burning into the softness of her trembling belly. The sudden, moist contact of the man's hungrily kissing mouth sent ice cold shivers dancing up and down her trembling backbone, and as she began to suddenly sway, she reached out and automatically locked her fingers in the man's hair to keep herself from tumbling.
The instant she did it, Esti realized her mistake. Homer was thinking of her pulling on his hair as surrender on her part, and at the moment his hungering mouth was kissing its way through the tangle of curly brown vaginal curls.
"Damned!" she thought. How absolutely disgusting! Her Joe would never do anything as filthy as this. How can he do this?
She hadn't taken a bath yet that morning. True, she had washed her vagina, but all the work she was starting was beginning to make her perspire, and she was as aware of the scent of her internal juices almost immediately. She wondered how this man was able to push his face into her vagina, and why he would even want to do such a thing. She shuddered even more when he reached between her trembling thighs with his strong hands and spread the tenderly juicy lips of her cunt with his thumbs. Then his vibrantly flicking tongue sank all the way into her, making her gasp and shudder as the organ flowed across the trembling lips of her quivering pussy.
Esti gasped out loud and jerked her body as Homer's electrifying lingual digit pressed itself against her ultra-sensitive clitoris. She tried her best to back away, but his fingers were like claws clinging to her buttocks, holding them in a tight grip, and all she succeeded in doing was falling backward, kicking off her panties from around her ankles as she did so. Luckily the bed was directly behind her, and she fell right on top of the mattress. She sprawled out on it, flat on her naked back, the soft sheets rubbing against her perspiring flesh. Her thighs scissored wide as she fell.
Homer, his mouth dripping with her juices, caught her in that position, though Esti kicked wildly in an attempt to once again clamp her thighs shut. His perspiring palms pressed firmly against her inner thighs, pushing them even farther apart. Esti's eyes opened in abject terror as she tried struggling all the harder against Homer's powerful hands, but even as she struggled she realized how hopeless all this was.
Straining her lovely body, she somehow managed to prop her elbows under her, and lifting her head, she looked down between her opened loins. Homer was there, hunched on all fours, his masculinely rugged face forcing her thighs to remain separated. She was aware of his smoothly shaved cheeks rubbing the soft flesh of her tender inner loins. At one point he raised his face a little, looking at her frightened, beautiful face, peering at her between the upstanding mountains of her breasts, and she thought he looked like a starved tiger all set to leap on its helpless prey. She realized the pink softness of her shuddering vagina was now offered up to the lust-filled man in hopeless sacrifice. She lay, completely helpless on the foam rubber mattress, feeling thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated, staring at the way his pink tongue was hungrily licking his lips, preparing for the ravishment he was about to perform.
Once more the man placed his thumbs against the tenderly soft insides of her whitely straining thighs, his digits resting on the swollen draperies of her tender feminine slit. Then, with a slow and careful movement, his thumbs began tugging the ragged inner lips gently outward, exposing her deliciously wet pink interior to his cunt-starved eyes. He leered at it hungrily, greedily, and then with a soft, animal like groan, he shoved his head forward and sank the entire length of his dredging tongue into the tantalizingly simmering depths of her hotly pulsating cunt.
Esti jerked, a soul-searing moan loudly escaping from somewhere inside her body, her nakedly round buttocks automatically grinding down against the sheets and mattress as if trying hard to actually escape from this man's crazed oral assault on her tender, secret parts.
"HHHHUUUUNNNHHHHHH!" she gasped, totally unprepared for the sensations she was feeling. "OHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD! OHHHHHH! HHHAAAANNNNHHHH! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!"
She screeched out loud because of the man's crazed oral attack, and her voice seemed to bounce around the walls of the room, eventually absorbed by the soundproofing. She lifted her head again, staring, unable to believe this horrible nightmare was happening to her. It was impossible to think that after all these years of fidelity to her husband, she was finally trapped by a vicious pervert. She watched the way his black hair flailed about as his head rocked back and forth, from side to side, while his depraved mouth continued feasting greedily on her fired up and aroused vagina.
"This just can't be happening," she muttered to herself. "This just can't be happening to me."
She groaned and sighed repeatedly, not knowing what to think, feeling horribly tainted, as undisguised humiliation filled her. Her head whipped From side to side as his tongue lanced in and out of the involuntarily opening and closing labia of her bubbling pussy. The man was obviously a depraved maniac.
But even as these thoughts continued rampantly running through her head, in spite of the anguish she felt at being so revoltingly manhandled, she was beginning to become aware of tiny curls of eeling pleasure starting to ripple through her trembling body. Sensations moved through her shuddering belly like wisps of rising smoke, making the anguish in her mind even more unbearable.
His hands reached up over the whiteness of her slightly rounded belly, feeling for, finding, and finally solidly gripping the quivering hills of her swollen breasts. His moving fingers rolled her tormented nipples between them in a constantly unabated motion. All the while his lips and tongue continued to press into the simmering depths of the bubbling, seething cauldron of her cunt. She heard his continuous animalistic slobberings as he kept on licking through the widespread tightness of her pussy. When she looked down, she saw his eyes were still wide open, staring with thrilled delight at the contortions on the helpless woman's face, knowing he was totally responsible for them. His hands gripped the trembling white monuments of her breasts and he seemed to be waiting for her to surrender.
Never! she thought. I'll never let this man get me under his control. Whatever he does to me will always be against my will.
Her trembling body lay frozen in abject humiliation, mentally hating the depraved outrages continually being heaped on the trembling shell that was her body. But she was well aware there was nothing for her to do at the moment, and large tears of shame and degradation welled up in her large, saucer-like eyes.
Her mind went back over the many years she and Joe had made love. She was the one who wanted to be daring and innovative, and it was her suggestion that he let her mount him for a change, but he had demurred, saying it was unmanly. He claimed plain-and-simple cock-in-cunt, man-on-top fucking was the best way to get off, and because it was all she had ever known, it was all Esti ever wanted of her husband. After all, except for this past weekend, whenever they did get together, he always totally satisfied the ravenous hunger continually gnawing away inside her. Really, now that she thought about it, what more was there? Now she was suddenly finding out with a vengeance.
This man, this animal, this beast, was completely defiling her body. She listened to the loud, wet sucking noises his hungering mouth made as his lips continued to obscenely lap into the steaming depths of her foaming pussy. He was down on his hands and knees, resembling nothing more than a jungle beast, totally humiliating and shaming her, making her feel horrible. The worst part of all this was, there was no way at all for her to protest. The room was soundproof to the outside world. She was helpless, a prisoner, trapped by this mad animal in his temporary lair. How did one get away from such a monster?
She looked at him, at his staring wide eyes as the man's lapping, slurping tongue continued its torturing thrusts into the depths of her simmering vagina. He watched the tears continually running down her cheeks, and she saw how pleased he was with himself, conquering a helpless woman who was unable to fight back. She almost read his mind; thinking of what he was doing with his tongue as punishment for her refusing to enjoy what he was doing to her.
Oh hell! It wasn't as if she regarded herself as too high and mighty, or anything like that. But she had been brought up to do nothing with anyone but her husband, and she and Joe had gone at it hammer and tongs whenever he was there.
Granted, it never seemed to be enough, but she had always kept herself under control until now. Even though she was feeling flickers right at this moment, Esti was certain she would be able to keep herself under total control. Damn it all! She was a human being, not an animal. She had a brain, and that brain had to control her body. She would crush the perverse sensations invading her being, but what this man was doing was permitting the heated animal instinct inside her to become more and more powerful, until it was all but overpowering her mind.
In her mind Esti heard the man laughing to herself, and she shuddered as his hands slid down along the insides of her white thighs, then moved around to the undersides. He used his masculine strength to push her knees back, splaying them out wide on either side of him before pressing her kneecaps against the full mounds of her full and swollen breasts. In the glistening morning light he watched the way her shining inner pinkness seemingly twinkles, poutingly inviting his mouth to continue. He had to admit she had one helluva beautiful cunt. Tasty, too. Pussy eating was one of Homer's specialities, and he had to admit this was not only one of the juicier cunts he was enjoying, but it was definitely one of the more flavorful funnels.
She wondered why he had stopped for a moment, seeing his head dip a little lower, and then jumped when she felt the tip of his tongue lap against her anal bud. His hands had forced her rounded buttocks to spread wider apart, and he was licking uncontrollably at her rectal orifice.
The totally unexpected, wetly searing, thrilling contact of his lapping tongue against her tiny, rubbery, crinkled rictus, brought a long, low moan of shuddering anguish from Esti. She clamped her eyes very tightly shut, then, pulled her pink lips back, exposing clamped-together white teeth as she continually gasped from the tortured sensation that sent her shuddering body's senses charging totally out of control.
"N-O-O-O-O-O-O..." she gasped and screamed. "OHHHHHHH G-O-O-O-O-O-DDDD NO! HOW DARE YOU DO SUCH A TERRIBLY DISGUSTING THING!" she shrieked, anxiously trying to pull her rounded ass-cheeks away from the heatedly lapping tongue continualy flicking without mercy at her anguished anal opening. His only reply was a licentious laugh and a deeper stab of his tongue against her rectal ring.
"HHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" she gasped, as small, tiny goose bumps formed on her trembling belly and hobbling breasts.
She found herself sobbing helplessly under this new attack, feeling the intensification of a newer, even worse inner terror overtaking her. In spite of her feelings of fear and revulsion for everything that was happening, she felt her sex-starved body starting to move in a different direction than that of her mind. Her buttocks continued wildly jerking again and again, totally out of control because of the movement of his tongue against her ass-hole. The darting oral spear continued causing simmering spasms of raw thrills to deliciously course through her entire nervous system.
"UNNNHHH ... NO ... NO ... OH NO ... GOD! DON'T LET ME LIKE IT! PLEASE DON'T LET ME LIKE IT!"
She was losing total control over herself. With the impact of this realization she felt even greater shame and humiliation. What this man Homer was doing to her was totally salacious and terrible. She had to make up her mind to shut out all feelings. No matter what, she mustn't surrender to it. Yet she was unable to help herself. The louder he licked, the more he enjoyed himself, and so he licked all the more fastidiously. She gritted her teeth and balled her fists tightly, doing her best to keep the uncontrollable fire in her body from rising any higher. But even as she struggled she realized it was a losing battle. She was unable to restrain herself. His mouth continued its unending lapping and slurping, driving her tortured senses to the brink of sanity.
After what seemed like an eternity of inner struggling long, hard, desperate struggling, the emotional dam inside Esti's trembling body seemed to suddenly explode into a million fragments. All the inner inhibitions that had held her body and mind in check for these many years were washed away in a flood of burning lava; a lava of desire.
Her shamelessly aroused self began quivering and spasming, and she humped her rounded buttocks in time to the continuous lapping movement of the man's tongue. Her fingers gripped his hair again, and a low, soul-stirring moan tore from the depths of her gasping throat. Totally forgotten, for the moment, was her truck driver husband. Also forgotten were her parents and all the promises she had made them. Forgotten was the strong sense of shame and indignity she had been feeling. All that mattered at that moment were the delicious needles of pleasure stabbing into her, cutting into her inner flesh each time his lancing tongue made another direct hit, either on her clitoris, or in the bubbling depths of her womanly kiln.
She was Homer's to do with as he pleased at this particular moment, and by now she was certain he was aware of her change of heart-of her willingness to do whatever he required of her.
Esti sensed the added power behind the continued thrusts of his thick, wet tongue as it slithered into the vibrating sheath of her heated vaginal canal over and over and over again. Her sensitive flesh was now fully aware of the pressure exerted by his nose, his cheeks, his forehead as his face continued rubbing against the soft, silky curls on her pelvis as she hypnotically ground her rounded ass-cheeks against his hungering mouth. Yes, she was his now ... for the moment ... totally his.
A mounting sense of thrilling feeling in the depths of her slurping pussy let Esti know her own satisfaction wasn't too far away. What worried her was the fact that once she had an initial orgasm, her body required at least one, sometimes two more. She was also aware that the sensations she was feeling were totally different from the ones her husband's cock built inside her. Because of the difference in the feeling, it was something new and overpowering, stronger than the titanic orgasms her husband brought to her. Even as she continued writhing and wriggling under his working tongue, she was well aware Homer was not receiving any kind of satisfaction from all this. She knew he was going to want something in return for all this. After he finished with her, he was going to fuck her. What the hell did it matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore other than her total satisfaction. She'd give him anything he wanted ... anything. She was on fire.
Their two bodies wriggling and squirmed on the bed, tangling in the sheets as they thrashed about. Esti gasped and stared at him, seeing how his dark black hair contrasted with the sparse sprinkle of brown on her pussy as he continued to sink his face deeper and deeper between her beautifully firm and wide-apart thighs. Her clutching fingers wound themselves tightly in his hair, pulling, clinging to the long straight strands as if holding on meant the difference between living and dying. Rapture spread ecstatically across her clouded features, and the redheaded woman felt her eyes lighting up with thrills bordering on madness.
Esti humped and thrust and rammed her body under the man's leaping tongue, feeling her heart pounding so strongly in her chest that she feared it might blast through her rib cage. She was up on her elbows again, staring down at his working face.
Then she let her head fall back on the pillows and reached out, locking her fingers behind his head, tugging the wickedly lapping tongue deeper into her seething tunnel. Her vaginal lips were opening and closing like an oral mouth, pulling on the thrusting length of his knifing tongue. She felt this was something she'd be able to endure forever.
Then his mouth was no longer there. Suddenly his thrilling tongue was no longer lapping into the feminine tunnel that was her vaginal furnace. His lips were kissing the hairs on her pelvis and then running across her belly. His tongue stabbed into the cup of her navel for an instant, and then he was kissing higher, sucking on the buds of her lengthily swollen nipples, trying to cram the fullness of each breast into his mouth, one at a time. But there was no way he was going to fit either of her mountainous mammaries into his sucking mouth. Her breasts were so full, it was enough to fit her nipple and the surrounding roseate inside. His mouth felt bloated, stuffed, crammed, and the whiteness of her breast was still outside, being washed and soaked with his saliva as it dripped from between his munching lips. Her nipple pressed against his palate, trying to push into his throat as his teeth bit into the soft, white, fleshy hill of her firm breast. His hand continued stroking her other breast. All the while his hand continued stroking her other swollen mammary, keeping the nipple firm and taut.
Finally her breast slid from between his hungering lips, and then his knees were between her widespread thighs, and his face was hovering over hers. Looking up, she saw the fire gleaming in his hungering eyes.
"You are really one hot bitch, Esti," he gasped. "It's been a long, long time since I've encountered a broad who knows how to respond like you. Shee-iit! You're the fuckin' greatest, and ah'm gonna fuck you like you ain't never been fucked before in your life."
"Prove it!" she snapped.
"Don't that husband of yours ever eat that sweet snatch of yours?"
"Never!" she gasped.
"What a waste of eatin' meat. All these years married and you ain't never been properly et! Ah tasted the need for a tongue in that there pussy of yours. Now ah'll bet thet cunt is just waitin' to be properly fucked. Sweetie, today you're gonna get it good, real good. Y'can think of this as my way of thankin' you fer all the good hospitality you've shown me every time ah come here."
Esti panted, and she lay there, perfectly still, breathing heavily, her thighs spread wide apart. She felt her lungs ready to burst, and her stomach trembled and shook, quivering as if he had already buried his mast inside her.
Homer bent over her lovely prostrate form and once again sucked the fullness of her left breast into his hungering mouth, letting his teeth grind and chew on her nipple. Esti groaned and sighed, feeling her nipple scrape against the softness of the man's palate as it sank to the back of his throat while both his hands ran lightly and delicately over her turmoiled hips, teasing the tender flesh, gripping her shuddering thighs, digging his fingers into their creamy softness. In the meantime, his mouth continued sucking on her white, palpitating feminine hill, causing overpowering thrills to fill her shuddering and twitching vagina, as if he had stuffed a multitude of feathers inside her, and they were tickling her as her muscles were forcing them out. Once again her rounded ass-cheeks began involuntarily grinding into the heavy mattress.
"WOMAN, YOU'RE AS HOT F'ME, AS AH AM FOR YOU. YES MA'AM!" he gasped, his hungry mouth once more roaming over the fullness of her two breasts. She was panting, totally out of control now, and wanted him to finish. There was a certain harshness in his voice as he greedily said, "This is it, honey. I'm going to fuck you like you ain't never been fucked in your whole life. Sheee-itttt! A good-lookin' head like you deserves as much cock as she can handle, and from what ah can see, thet there husband of yours just ain't feedin' enough prick t'you. You deserve the best, and that's what you're gettin', the best; me! You're gonna twist and turn and squirm and writhe when ah finally sink this here prick of mine all the way into you, honey. You'll be abeggin' me for more, and ah jest hope ah have enough to give."
Esti lay frozen under the man's proddingly obscene remarks. Though she didn't want to admit it to him, the very lasciviousness of his words aroused her even more. There was no longer any thought in her mind of fighting this man. She had finally surrendered her body to him.
"KEEP THOSE LUSCIOUS THIGHS WIDE APART, HONEY," he murmured, "BECAUSE OL' HOMER IS MAKIN' HIS ENTRY."
Esti was quivering again, but it wasn't with fright. Now she was shuddering with anticipation. Her thighs automatically opened wider, and she felt the man press his hands into the mattress on either side of her head as he lifted his body over hers. Keeping his weight balanced on his left hand, he reached between his thighs with his right hand, grabbing his solidly throbbing penis in a strong grip, then slowly guiding it forward, using the heavy, rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her seething cunt.
She stared up into the man's face, smelling his alcoholic breath, feeling more and more aroused and excited, wanting it to happen. Her breath burned in her lungs, refusing to come out as she lay there in utter subjugation, more and more anxious for him to continue.
"AAAAHHHGGGUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" she finally gasped out at last, feeling the first wicked pressure against the tight elasticity of her tender cuntal lips.
Then he pushed harder, and a staff of thickness to which she was unaccustomed began probing into her.
"UUUNNGGHHUUNNNGGGHHH!" she shouted as the bloatedly swollen tip of his solidly thrusting penis began slipping through the tight clutch of her squeezing vulva, pressing into her burning vaginal interior. The cords in her tender white thighs strained, stretching until Esti thought they would rip apart from the continuing, relentless pressure of his inward plunging.
"OHHHHHH ... UUUUUUNNNNHH ... GODDDDDDD ... no ... no ... you're hurting me, Homerrrrrr..." she gasped, totally unused to having anything so monolithic attempting to force its way into her interior. She was gasping at the top of her voice, and yet it came out sounding like a croak as her eyes widened with absolute terror. The gleam in his eyes told her that now that he had begun, he had no intention of stopping. He was enjoying the feeling too much. The pain was too much, too much! She had never had such breadth crammed so violently into her before. Her husband's penis wasn't nearly the size of this massive truncheon as it relentlessly pressed into the tight depths of her narrow vagina.
Her eyes remained locked on the man's face, and she saw his smile of satisfaction replaced by a contorted expression of raw, passionate lust. He was unable to control himself. This slow, careful pushing seemed ridiculous to him. Her tightness had him so hypnotized, he had to get on with the fucking. Her apparent innocence and helplessness goaded him even further.
Esti gasped as the man threw his weight on her, his muscular chest crushing against those full breasts of hers, trying to flatten them against her chest. His narrow, manly hips slammed forward at the same time, and the long, thick cobra that was his cock crammed itself into her wetly cringing pussy, slamming in with the force of a V-2 rocket. The heavy, swollen glans pushed the wet flesh of her inner vaginal tunnel in rippling waves before it. The penis thundered into her, moving with more and more speed until the entire length had slammed itself into her tightness, and the sperm-bloated testicles were smacking heavily into the upturned cheeks of her full, round ass.
"OH NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO..." she moaned under the prodding man.
Esti had never been so completely stuffed and filled in her entire life. His hotly pulsing penis felt as if it had torn the outer layer of membrane from all the walls in her tender vagina as he speared into her wickedly, harshly. Now the thickly heated length of flesh hose pressed as far into her seething pussy as possible, totally filling her body and herself with all of himself. Her taut membranes seemed to acutely sense every part of his pulsating penis. The organ seemed so harsh inside her, and Esti was certain she was able to feel every vein and artery winding through it. It felt like the sword of some avenging devil that was slicing into her tender belly.
He was lying still now ... at least for a moment ... not moving, and for that much Esti was very grateful. His face hovered directly over hers, and she stared up into his eyes, too afraid to move herself. She gasped, trying to draw air into her lungs, and she suddenly felt the twitch of his flexing phallus as it throbbed and pulsated deep inside her contracted belly. He was pushing again, trying to ram his thick cock even more deeply into her, even though she was certain he had buried all of it inside.
"UUURRRNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, her panting breath shooting out of her as her face was lined with pain.
"YOU HAVE THE TIGHTEST PUSSY AH'VE EVER FUCKED," he whispered, as if trying to thrill her with such news. "All it needs is a li'l stretchin'. But don't you worry none. Everything'll be fine in a short while. Once you're opened up, you're agonna love it. Heck! Ah think you like it, right now."
Esti refused to answer him. This man was a definite egomaniac, hurting her, then trying to make her claim she liked it.
"COME ON, COME ON," he hissed, slamming his throbbing penis past her cervix into the deepest part of her vaginal pocket. "You tell me now, Esti. Ah want to hear how much y'like it."
"OH YES, YES, YES," she gasped out in bitter anguish, hoping this would make him ease the pressure he was applying against her quivering womb.
"Well, that's right fine," he told her. "But a fella needs a li'l incentive, honey. C'mon and beg ol' Homer to continue."
"What?" she asked, unable to actually believe he had said anything so ridiculous.
"C'mon baby, you both heard and understood me," he insisted. "Ah just want to hear you beg a li'l."
"No, I won't," Esti gasped, feeling angry that he would even suggest such a thing. "You have to be crazy."
"Crazy, huh?" he asked, and he drilled his throbbing masculine tool even more solidly into her cunt, pressing against the deepest part, digging into the flesh. He was applying such power she was afraid he might rupture something inside her. "Beg me fer it, Esti. Y'hear, beg. Ah wanna hear you beg me t'fuck you. So start beggin' me now or I'll drill this here cock right up to your eyeballs without ever tuggin' it back."
She felt the heavy pressure relentlessly moving forward and realized at the moment the man was definitely nuts. He just might try and make good his threat.
"No more!" she screamed. "No more! I just can't take it. No more!" she pleaded, fighting with all her inner strength to avoid this terrible degradation he was continually trying to heap on her. It wasn't enough for him to fuck her and make her scream and cry out with anguish. No! He wanted her to tell him how she loved to feel pain just because he was the one causing it. He wanted her to admit she enjoyed being forced, being raped. He was doing his best to take away every last semblance of pride that she had left. If she did this, if she gave into him, he would believe himself so magnificent he might keep her a prisoner in tha,t room until his penis was worn to the thinness of a pencil. Somehow Esti didn't think she'd be able to last that long herself. Good Lord! What kind of a goddamn animal was he, to take her body, then trying to rape her soul, as well. No, she definitely would not surrender herself to him. She must not allow him that ultimate satisfaction. What little pride she did have left would be totally annihilated.
She struggled, sensing the rubbery head of his cock pushing harder and harder. He had tugged it back a little and pressed the tip against her cervix, and now he was trying to actually thrust that massive head into the pinpoint narrowness of the cervical opening. His fingers were digging into her shoulders, cutting into her flesh, pushing her down, down, down, while his hard cock was continuing to try moving forward. She trembled, realizing this crazy man would indeed try to keep his promise and tear open the mouth of her womb if she didn't do as he asked.
"Now, Esti," she heard him say to her, "I'm gonna give you one more chance, honey. Either you say what ah wanna hear, or ah'll fuck mah cock right up into your lungs. Ah wanna hear you beggin' for my cock. Come on, Esti. Beg! This way we'll both know you want it as much as I want t'give it to you."
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she cried out at him, her resistance completely crumbling and destroyed by the agony of what he was doing to her. "DO IT TO ME, ALREADY! GO ON, DO IT! DO IT! DO IT AND GET IT OVER WITH."
"Aw come on, Esti. That ain't the way, and you know it. Come on and use some nice four letter words."
"ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT!" she screamed, snapping at him. "FUCK ME! FUCK MY CUNT, YOU BASTARD! FUCK MY CUNT WITH YOUR COCK AND FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP!"
She was screaming the words out, hoping someone somewhere might hear her shouts. Her arms flailed wildly as tears poured from her eyes while she spat out the lewd and obscene words that made her humiliation and degradation total and complete. She knew she would never be the same again. She had been faithful to her husband all these years, and now she was permitting this lewdly vile and unspeakable animal to control her. Now she was no better than he. She was as much a whore as he was a whoremaster.
The bitterness of her position made Esti hate herself almost as much as she hated Homer, the obscene truck driver fucking her. She had surrendered all of herself to this man, yielding her very being to him, allowing herself to be turned into a total and complete wanton, even though it had been done by pain instead of pleasure. How would she ever again be able to look at herself in the mirror? How would she ever live with herself, knowing she had permitted this man to debase her.
Even as she continued thinking these things, she felt the movement of the gigantic fleshpole inside the tightness of her cunt. It was finally sliding back.
His mouth came down and clamped itself on hers as if to let her know he was rewarding her for abominating herself. He had yanked his throbbingly solid penis almost all the way out of her, leaving only the flexing head in her tautly squeezing vaginal mouth, and now he was rocking it in and out, in and out, moving it three inches forward, three inches back, in and out, in and out, plunging the thick stiffness in and out of her tightness. Little by little he began pushing it deeper again, widening her interior, and with each slightly longer stroke Esti groaned out her helpless defeat.
As she lay there, the redheaded woman felt the pulsations of lust charging through her vaginal tunnel. She was much too weak to fight her feelings any longer, and the sensations slowly began growing. She began to automatically react to the pleasure she was beginning to feel, and she first understood how overpowering the strain of wantonness was inside her. Until this particular day it had never been touched. Now this horrible man was plumbing her innermost depths, discovering for himself just how salacious she was internally. Now, for the first time, he was making her realize just what it was about fucking that made so many people go astray. One didn't have to love in order to fuck. It was possible to have a cock jammed into her pussy that belonged to a monster such as this one-a man she really despised, and yet she was able to enjoy the feelings he was imparting. The moving cock sliding in and out of her cunt wasn't looking to give her a smooth, sedate orgasm the way Joe always did. Hell, no! This one cock was building her up to a wildly passionate, runaway climax-the kind she often read about in romance novels, and the kind she often heard the truckers talking about, when helping in the tiny restaurant attached to the motel. Exciting thrills charged wildly up and down her spine as she began to feel the pain in her body slowly fade while the continuing, unceasing rhythm of his thrusting cock skewered itself deeper and deeper, sliding past her cervix, once more burying itself in the deepest part of her flesh socket.
Her nakedly hapless body was squirming and wriggling, writhing uncontrollably under him, her mouth incessantly moaning out the new and thrilling delight she was able to feel working its way through her. She began kissing his lips, no longer passively responding to what he was doing, but now actively using her own lips and tongue. Her lingual digit was lancing itself deeper and deeper into the man's mouth, and now she began humming out the enjoyment of what she was feeling. She was his slave, his tramp, his whore, to do with as he pleased, letting him turn her into a complete wanton, even though it had been done initially by pain rather than by pleasure. The moans of delight began rising from deep in her lungs as her mouth worked and strained against his. Cords in her neck stood out as she jammed her teeth against his. New outbreaks of perspiration coated her forehead.
She was aware of his hands sliding down her sides, moving beneath the bouncing orbs of her buttocks. His fingers harshly grasped a cheek, one in each hand, and tightly squeezed. Esti's full breasts shoved themselves firmly up against the man's chest, pushing, feeling his skin abrasively rub against her aching nipples, making the man very aware she would be more than happy to repeat the words she had spoken to him, only this time she would mean them.
Totally and thoroughly beyond shame now, Esti found herself completely aroused, and she clung very tightly to him, her ass-cheeks bouncing wildly in her gripping hands, flexing and loosening, all but actually oozing through his clutching fingers as he dug his nails all the more deeply into her soft flesh. He loved the fullness of her ass-cheeks, and he let her know as much by the way his hands all but tore them from her superb body.
She was aware of him jerking and shuddering all the harder as he tugged her solidly against his thrusting loins, while continuing to sink his cock ever deeper into her sucking depths. This time there was no anguish when he shoved the rubbery head all the way into her, and she even wanted his cock widening her cervical opening so it would fit in there as well. Esti tugged her lush thighs open a bit wider, the heatedly wet hole of her tender vagina flowing open and gratefully receiving his thrusting penis as it sank into her again and again.
All pain was completely gone now. Her white thighs on either side of Homer's stabbing spear of flesh were moving back and forth, thrusting and jerking in wildly uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her seeking tongue stabbed up into his mouth with all the fervor and abandon with which his thrusting penis was sinking into the flaming pool that was her vagina. Moans of rumbling pleasure came from her throat, catching in his own larynx as his tongue continued responding to hers. The muscles in her body stood tautly out as she wantonly wriggled beneath him. The intensity of thrills Esti was feeling were becoming more and more powerful as she whorishly wriggled under the man. There was no longer room in her body for anything other than the superbly delightful sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will, raping her in essence, and giving him back, measure for measure, the intense rapture he was giving her.
Esti felt his solidly masculine body working, pumping, slaving above hers, thrusting deeply into her time after time, moving with longer, easier strokes as he tugged his throbbing penis all the way back until only the barest tip was inside her, then shoving it forward until the blunted, rubbery tip was pounding into the deepest part of her cunt. His heavy, sperm-filled testicles slapped against her rounded buttocks again and again, the hairs tickling the crevice between her ass-cheeks. She opened her eyes to see him grinning because he had succeeded so totally in making her want and need him.
She shuddered as he rubbed her ass-cheeks with his massaging fingers, no longer tightly clutching her gluteal mounds, just teasing them. In fact, he was rubbing his fingertips into the wide-open crack between her rounded ass-cheeks, letting his forefinger run against her puckered ass-hole. Secretions drooling from her crazed vagina had slithered against the tiny button of her anus, and now the ball of his forefinger was pressing harder and harder, until suddenly, without warning, he pushed the fingertip into her anus.
"HUUUUHHHH, UUUUNNNNHHHH!" she gasped, the sound tumbling from her mouth as she voiced her agonized protest.
What the hell was the matter with this stupid son of a bitch? Each time he started making her feel good with something he was doing, he started doing something else to irritate the blazes out of her.
His finger was thrusting harder, making her cry louder. It was as if the man got some sadistic kick out of causing her pain.
"OWWWWWWW!" she yelped, her voice very loud this time as his finger dug all the more deeply into her rectum.
Esti tried pulling her ass away from it, but he just kept pushing the finger deeper, probing, seeking, touching, feeling, examining. Homer worked his finger around and around and around, stretching her rubbery inner softness, making the hole wider and wider while his finger continued pushing its way deeper and deeper. When he slipped a second finger into her anus, Esti felt no pain at all because his first finger had done such a good job of widening her. The whimpers of pain she had been uttering suddenly turned into sighs of pleasure all over again. Everything this crazy man did to her eventually turned into something rapturous. Her tight sphincter and anal opening were becoming more and more accustomed to the movement of his thrusting fingers, and loving every bit of it as much as her cunt was loving the constant poling attacks of his thrusting cock.
Esti was aware Homer was smiling with his mouth still stuck to hers, shoving his fingers into the depths of her buttocks as his phallus would withdraw from the tender trap of her cunt, then reversing direction, and, as his throbbing phallus crammed itself into the interior of her delicate pussy, his fingers would be sliding out of her rectum. She felt herself hopelessly and wonderfully skewered between the impaling fingers and his lancing penis, and she began writhing and twisting madly and shamelessly in total and complete abandon, thrilling to the dual ravishment of her body.
Now his free hand was moving up the smooth white roundness of her buttocks, reaching around her right thigh to where his slamming cock was drilling deeper and deeper into her vagina. His fingers teased the tender vaginal folds, making her bounce a little bit more. Esti thrilled to the way he tantalized her outer labia, sometimes making a ring with his thumb and forefinger and fitting them around her inner lips as they sucked on his cock, making the vulva contract even more. She moaned and sighed, gasping with thrilled delight, while feeling the consistently slippery channel of her vagina cling all the more tightly to his digging, probing prick.
Now she felt him speeding up his heavy thrusts into her as his heatedly pulsing pole began ramming and cramming ever deeper into her as her ripe, womanly body thrashed uncontrollably under him. She was aware of her inner climax beginning to mount steadily, and it wouldn't be much longer before the orgasm overtook her. Her thighs opened widely on either side of the man, riding up his back, then clamping tightly around his spine. She felt his fingers slide from her anus and hated to admit that she wished they were back inside her rear tunnel. His hands were pressing behind her knees, forcing her calves to unwind as he forced her knees back once again to touch the full tips of her mountainous breasts. Her sucking vagina was completely exposed to him, and now he slam-banged his massive penis into the tightness of her simmering inner depths, moving with wild abandonment. His thighs virtually crashed into her ass-cheeks repeatedly, and still Homer continued slamming into her.
She heard the southern trucker grunting and groaning and guessed his own climax wasn't too far away. It was miraculous he had held out as long as he did. Joe would have shot ages ago. His throbbing phallus seemed to be boring into the flesh at the rear of her vagina, digging deep into her tenderly pulpy softness. Her heavily swollen and full breasts bounced and heaved, quivering against the pressure of his chest. The nipples, like spikes, seemed to cut into his flesh as she trembled and vibrated, shivering underneath him, bucking so insanely he no longer had any kind of control over her.
"OOOOOHHHHH ... GODDDDDD..." she gasped. "GOING TO HIT THE TOP ANY SECONNNNNDDDDD ... I CAN FEEL
She was unable to believe the thrilling sensations continuing to mount in her shuddering body. The strongly overpowering, thrilling spasms shooting through her took complete control of her as she humped and thrust and hurled her vagina all the more solidly against his poling penis, totally lost in the maddening sensations charging rampantly through her. This was more powerful than anything else her husband had ever injected into her, and the climaxes Joe had built in her were terrific. It was stronger than anything ever written about in a love magazine, and to her it was the single most unbelievable thrill she had ever known.
"AAYYAAGGHHAAIIAANNGGHH ... HHAAUU WWAARRGGHHUUNNGGHH!" she shrieked and screamed, her narrow little pussy tightly squeezing around the length of the man's thrusting penis as outpourings of his hot, sticky fluid gushed around his massive pole. He pounded more and more quickly into her, feeling her climax squeeze his cock flat until he thought it might be two-dimensional. He realized this was something to which Esti was obviously unaccustomed. It was taking complete control of her body, making her squirm and writhe and gasp as she had probably never done in her life.
Esti convulsed and stiffened, her vagina twitching and squeezing and jerking against the man's groin continually as her shuddering labia sucked on his solid pole and the overpowering pressure became too much for him.
"SSSSSHHHHHEEEEE-ITTTTTTT ... AAANNNGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH ... OOWWAAUUGGHHRRGGHH!" he yelled, pouring forth his searing spurts of heavy semen into the redheaded woman's womb. She sensed the heated blasts running all the way up into her naked body, making her quiver and quake and shudder. She wondered if her entire skeletal structure would rattle until it finally came apart. She sensed her breath spewing out in short, desperate gasps as he thrust his squirting penis deeper and deeper into her. Liquid fire was shooting from the tip of his cock all the way into her softly quivering belly. His juices mingled with hers in a wet mixture of happiness and sensation Esti had never fully known before.
Her thighs finally went completely limp, falling to her sides as her legs lay obscenely splayed out on either side of his body. He fell to the side, panting and gasping for breath. Esti was in the mood to be held as her husband did after an orgasm, but Homer had enjoyed his orgasm, and he was finished. He got to his feet, went to the bathroom, and when he emerged again, he was dressed.
"See you around, Esti," he said, walking to the door.
"You ... bastard!" she snapped, the aura of lust now gone. "If you ever show up here again, I'll tell Joe, I swear."
"Too bad! We coulda had more good times. So long, gal."
CHAPTER TWO
"Homer, you're full of shit!" the big bald truckdriver said, sitting in the wayside cafe more than a hundred and fifty miles from ESTI'S. "Ain't no one able to get into Esti Calley. It's been tried by the best, but Esti just ain't buyin' whatever it is we got to sell."
"Y'all jest don't know the right way to sell it, Baldy," Homer insisted. "Ah'm tellin' you, I been into Esti, and man, let me tell you right now, she is one fuckin' sweet piece. If you ain't screwed Esti, you ain't never been juiced."
"Man, you just watch whatcher sayin' and who you say it to. If word ever gets back to Esti's husband, even if y'are fulla shit he might just come down on you with a leadpipe."
"Hell, he ain't got no beef. He screws every fuckin' waitress and barmaid for five hundred miles around," Homer muttered.
"Yeah, well just 'cause a man goes out and buys drinks ain't no reason for it to be all right for someone else to sample his private stock when he ain't around. I'm tellin' you, Homer. Don't go shootin' off yer mouth."
"Joe Calley ain't agonna come after me," Homer laughed,, though he decided it might be better if he did keep his mouth shut.
However the damage had been done, because two other truckers were seated in a nearby booth, and they had overheard the conversation.
"Well," one of them said, "I happen to be headin' in that direction. I had figured to stop a little sooner, but I think I'll give Esti's a try."
"That's not a half bad idea," the other trucker agreed.
In the next week-and-a-half, the word got out all over the state that prim and proper Esti Calley was giving nookie. In spite of the fact that none of the truckers who visited Esti were able to score with her, all kinds of snide remarks were being passed behind her back. The truckers decided Esti was being choosey, and as a result if she did pick one of them, it was with the condition that none of the others be told. So they continued piling into ESTI'S, and the little motel began doing the kind of business it had never done before. Esti was amazed at the business, but she was naturally pleased. She worked harder than ever, and at the end of the first week saw profits had quadrupled because business had doubled. Halfway through the second week she overheard a conversation between two truckers standing at the motel desk while she was in the little room behind the desk. She froze as she realized Homer was shooting his mouth off. How much longer would it be before Joe got word of it? When he did, would he at least give her an opportunity to explain?
"Hey, you look like you have worries," Pat, the plain-faced waitress, said to her. Pat was about two inches taller than Esti's five-foot-three inches in height, and though she was in her late thirties, she still had an acne problem. Still, the men came to her for a good time, and she gave it to them-for a reasonable price. She had stringy brown hair, a straight nose, thin lips, and though she wasn't flat, she didn't have the mammarial development Esti sported. Pat also doubled as the maid.
When Esti explained to Pat why she was worried, Pat shrugged, saying, "Don't knock it, Esti. Look at all the business it's bringing in. Besides, Joe's getting his outside, too."
CHAPTER THREE
One of the reasons why Joe Calley hadn't heard the rumors circulating about his wife was the fact that Joe almost never hung around with the other truckers. Sure, in the afternoons he would stop at a cafe for lunch or a beer, but even though the truckers were taking a break, they didn't do much talking about women. Mostly, it was conversation about the different loads they were carrying, the possible hijack attempts, or the various companies or bosses for whom they were working. It was in the evening, when they were resting overnight, that they talked about women, and at that time Joe Calley was nowhere to be seen because he almost always had some girl or other staked out from his previous drive through wherever he happened to be.
This time the girl was Rhoda. Rhoda was a blonde, but the way Esti was a redhead-all from a bottle. Rhoda was very good with bottles, because in her little apartment two blocks from where she worked as a waitress she kept a bottle of Scotch, and Joe just loved Scotch. He was also hot for Rhoda, who had a pleasant face, with big gray eyes and full lips. Her figure, like Esti's, was very full. Joe liked his women with full figures. In later years Rhoda's figure would turn to fat, but Joe wasn't interested in later years.
Right now he was lying supine on Rhoda's sofa with his head resting on the sofa arm, his heavy boots on the floor, and his dungarees and blue shirt clinging to him as the perspiration dried on him. He was swigging directly from Rhoda's bottle, and she stood right nearby. He made no effort to hide the bulge in his pants, and took tremendous pleasure in staring at the blonde standing directly over him. The last time he had spoken to Rhoda she had let him feel one breast, and he knew it was all her. This time he had waited until she had gotten off work, and he had gone home with her. She had gone and taken a shower while he had started on the Scotch, and the bottle was half empty by the time she returned, wearing nothing but a bathrobe ... a pink bathrobe. There was something thrillingly arousing, something deliciously exciting and almost conspiratorial about the way she was staring at him. He felt the pressure of her eyes, and stared at the different shapes she formed with her lips. Her entire sexy being aroused him, and he knew one thing; he wasn't leaving until he got his rocks off inside this bitch, one way or another.
Esti was his wife, so straight fucking was reserved for Esti. With other women, though, it was an entirely different story. With other women he pulled out all the stops. Fucking, sucking, even ass-hole sucking when they came from a shower like this one did.
At the moment he was so foggy, being more than half-soused, he only understood part of what she said when she told him to simply relax and be comfortable. Then he saw her fingers move to the front of her robe, and his breath caught in his throat as he corked the bottle and put it down on the floor. He stared as she began untying the belt around her narrow waist. Little by little her smooth white flesh ws exposed. The first thing he saw was her flat belly as her robe separated a little in front. When he saw the tiny indentation of her navel he began breathing even more excitedly, anticipating what was lower down. That was when Rhoda stopped, and like an ecdysiast she began slowly peeling the upper part of the robe apart, slowly letting it slip down her roundly sloping white shoulders, baring the full, hugely swelling mounds of her white, brown-nippled breasts as they bobbled voluptuously. In a moment the bleached blonde was naked to the flare of her broad hips, and her upper torso was far more sensual naked than Joe Calley had imagined. He knew the exposure of her lower half was only a matter of releasing her loose hold on the soft material of the robe.
Joe Calley was almost six feet tall, and he had a round, almost pleasant face with a nose that had been broken when he had boxed, in his youth. His hair was close-cropped, and if not actually a crew cut, was close. He had the kind of face and rugged body that appealed to all classes of women. Except for his mother, his sister, and his wife, Joe thought all women were meant to be fucked at all times, in all holes.
Now he smiled at Rhoda as she half-turned away, bending forward to let the robe slide slowly down over the firm, melon-shaped cheeks of her full buttocks, even more full than Esti's. In his mind, Joe always compared the figures of all women to that of his wife. His throbbing cock ached as it strained painfully against the pressure of his confining pants. His eyes jumped from the long, deep mysterious crevice separating her two smoothly rounded ass-cheeks to her narrow waist, her proudly uplifted breasts, then back down again, making sure not to miss any part of her that was being exposed.
When the robe was hanging just below her buttocks, offering the half drunk Joe a clear view of her full upper thighs, the woman suddenly let the garment fall completely, and it puddled on the floor around her feet. Joe took a deep breath and let it all out, watching as Rhoda slowly turned to face him full front, and the drunkenness was almost totally wiped from his mind as he anxiously took in the entire lust-inciting wonder of her lushly naked body.
The sensuously sloping mound of her pouting vaginal mound was, just as he'd guessed, a brown triangular shield of very sparse, very curly pubic hair set apart by the milk-smooth texture of her deliciously white flesh. Yeah, between her thighs she bore a strong resemblance to Esti, all right. Right now his eyes were taking in the excitingly rich pinkness of her swollen vaginal lips, and on a few of the little brown curls of pussy hair, he saw the tiny dewdrops of moisture, sparkling even more brightly in the lamplight. She was already sexually aroused. Joe knew a hot broad when he saw one. He had no doubt she was on fire, but he had to admit she looked and acted like one cool chick, even stark naked. He wanted to reach out then and there and tug that lush nudity right up against his supine self, but he restrained himself. This chick hadn't gone to the trouble of a striptease for a quick wham-bam, thank you ma'am. No, it was obvious she had something else in mind, something especially pleasurable. Upsetting the whole thing by being too hasty was a bad idea. Drunk as he was, Joe Calley knew he was better off waiting.
Being completely exposed and sensing the man's hungering and licentious eyes lasciviously scanning her roundly voluptuous body made Rhoda even more excited, and the bleached blonde decided she was no longer able to put off getting things started; not for another moment. Sitting down on the sofa near Joe's aching thighs, she studied his aroused expression with an amused smile, then allowed her tongue to flick sensuously out and moisten the fullness of her sensuous lips.
"Now don't you think it's much nicer here than in some dingy motel room?" Rhoda asked, her eyes wide, although she didn't wait for Joe to reply to her question before continuing, "But, darling, you must be terribly uncomfortable right now. Well, you just relax and let Rhoda handle everything."
The bleached blonde's hands started to move to the handsome trucker's broad belt. She unbuckled it expertly, and then her fingers deftly loosened the top of his pants, first opening the hook, then pulling down the zipper. Using two hands, Rhoda forced him to raise his buttocks so she was able to yank the pants and underpants below his hips. Joe arched his back anxiously up from the sofa, eager to make things as easy as possible for the woman, tingling under the heated ministrations of her gently touching fingers. He'd found himself a winner this time.
Though Joe always wore himself out with a woman, all he needed was twenty-four hours to recover, and it had been more than thirty-six hours since his last piece of tail. Being with a new cunt for the first time always excited him, especially when she was as obviously talented as Rhoda. He was as excited as possible, and his already throbbingly thick and erectly lengthening penis sprang up massively erect the instant it found itself free of the tightness of his confining dungarees. However, Rhoda didn't even bother looking at it, ignoring it until his pants were pushing down below his knobby knees. While one hand continued pushing the pants lower, the other hand began moving higher, the fingers drifting lightly between his inner thighs, scratching very gently on his tender flesh, moving slowly toward the rigid lance of his wildly throbbing penis.
"MMMMMMM!" she began cooing, making all kinds of softly humming, appreciative sounds as she stared at his solidly jerking penis. It made him feel as if his was the thickest, longest prick in the world. Rhoda was good at that.
"Well now,", he began, "this is all well and good, but..." He was trying to sound casual in spite of his outwardly visible salacious excitement.
The thrillingly arousing sensual pleasure he was feeling from her tingling fingertips brushing across his muscular inner thighs made his burning blood boil all the more as it ran through his veins and spurted through his arteries, and he spread his thighs as far apart as his pants would permit.
"Joe," Rhoda whispered. "You just relax and enjoy," she told him breathlessly, and she cupped the heavy sac containing his sperm-filled testicles, caressing them as if they were some kind of precious prize.
Her tingling touch created a sizzling electrical shock that danced wildly through every frayed, aroused nerve-ending in the man's body. He shuddered, looking down at her, seeing her pink tongue thirstily moistening her red, lip stick painted oval lips, and he understood what it was she was going to do. She was going to suck his cock, of that he was certain, and that prurient thought by itself was enough to practically drive him out of his mind since, in the last week and a half he had been with women who, like his wife, preferred fucking to everything else. The salacious idea that she was going to cover his prick with her mouth was enough to drive him even wilder with lust. It was amazing how much he missed being blown, though it was only two weeks ago when he'd had the last head. Often he considered allowing his wife to learn how to blow, but each time he looked at Esti he demurred. She was his wife, and her mouth was never meant to be defiled by a cock. Hell! As long as there were women like Rhoda around, he wouldn't have to worry about teaching Esti to give head.
Joe felt himself suspended on needle points as he stared, watching the delightfully naked and voluptuous woman bend her lovely head down over his belly. She had taken the pins out of her bleached hair, and now it all spilled down around her face like a golden frame around the stiffness of his lust-stiffened phallic lance. With one hand she continued fondling his passionately swollen testicles while with her other hand she carefully encircled and very gently stretched his rigidly pulsating flesh. Her fingernails dug carefully into the heavy base of his mottled and lengthily swollen penis as she slowly began stroking the outer skin up and down. The sharp tips of her nails dug carefully into him, trailing slowly up along the sensitive underside, moving to the very point. She joined her thumb and forefinger together, making a tight ring of them just below the ridge of his swollen corona, making the head bloat a little more, and then ran the O all the way down to the hair-covered base, pressing down solidly on his groin and testicles. Her lovely open mouth was only scant inches away from the thickness of his rubbery head, making the helmet pulsate and swell even more as he felt the heat of her heavy breath moving gently over it, lightly caressing it. He was so ready to shoot, he was afraid he'd give her a seminal bath. If she kept on jerking his cock, that was precisely what was going to happen.
His prick looked bigger than it had in a long time. Either it was because he hadn't really bothered looking at it when fucking all those other women, or it might possibly be because he was about to get something he hadn't had in the longest time. His imagination was already running riot as he imagined thrusting his twitching hardness into the depths of her warm mouth, pushing it into the tightness of her throat, and even shoving it to the very middle of her belly. There were blow jobs, and then there were really good blowjobs. The really good ones were where the woman was able to take the head of the penis into her gullet and pull on it, sucking, slurping, and all but crushing it. He was in agony, watching the slow way she moved her pretty face closer and closer to the blunted tip with the little slit in it.
Suddenly her asp-like tongue flicked out and whispered smoothly across the dilated opening of the tremendously sensitive penis, and at that moment, Joe's only thought was to yield himself to whatever thrillingly forbidden pleasure her mouth offered. She began to orally bathe his pulsating prick with the viscid wetness of her burning saliva, her tickling tongue running avidly up and down its thick length on both sides, as well as the top and underside. Joe groaned in continued response to the overwhelming lascivious sensation. The lustexpressive noises he was making merely served to spur the lovely bleached blonde to orally work more rapidly.
After what seemed like an eternity of completely endless pleasure, the lovely woman stopped her tonguing. Now she formed a circle with her full, red lips and began pressing the center of that circle over the very tip of his penis as if kissing it. Her lips formed such a tight hole, to Joe it was like pushing his cock into a virgin's cunt as her ovaled mouth very, very slowly began widening to conform to the bloated bulbousness of his hard, thickened shaft. What made it all the more sensual was the fact she was pushing her mouth down. It was thrilling, exciting, far too good to resist, and the man jerked his hips up, aroused and excited, lifting his ass from the sofa, pushing, thrusting the tip of his pulsating organ into the tightness of her warmly soft oral cavity. Her lips clamped down solidly, and the edges of her teeth nibbled very gently at his solidity, her tongue swirling around and around the throbbing, lust-swollen head as if trying to lick away the delightfully spongy flesh. There was no doubt about it. This woman was one experienced cocksucker, all right, and Joe was going to settle down and enjoy everything her mouth had to offer.
The sight of her delightfully naked and enticing body was something to see as her mouth continued surrounding the lustfully swollen tip of his throbbing cock. Just looking at it was almost as stimulating as the wildly tantalizing sensations thrillingly emanating from the heatedly wet contact of her pressuring and munching red lips. Joe was sweating heavily, concentrating on keeping himself from immediately ramming the length of his weighty thickness all the way into her mouth so he'd be able to eventually plunge it into her throat. He only resisted the urge because he was afraid he might get overanxious and snap her out of her fellating reverie. If her mouth moved up and down too quickly, he'd fire in that oral cavern of hers without feeling her throat surround his cock-head.
Rhoda was only half-sitting on the edge of the deep sofa beside Joe's hip, her nakedly curving torso anxiously hunched over the musky center of his aching body. Her full, heavily ripe breasts dangled, swaying slightly as she twisted her body to make her hardened brown nipples brush thrillingly and tantalizingly across his ultra-sensitive flesh. One hand was still massaging his sperm-heavy testicles, and the other hand continued firmly gripping the thick base of his pulsating cock as if she were holding onto him to keep her balance. Her tongue swirled around and around inside her warm mouth, vibrantly and thrillingly twirling around the heavily swollen penile head of Joe's more-than-eagerly jerking cock, and then, suddenly, abruptly, she pushed her sucking mouth four-fifths of the way down, taking an unbelievable length of phallus into her mouth. Her hand let go of the base, and she gulped, pulling the head of his tensing shaft into the tight depths of her throat.
Joe gasped, catching his breath in his lungs, the suddenness of Rhoda's movement inflaming his body with a series of crackling and crazy thrills, and he was frightened she would continue unabated, without stopping for a moment to allow him to regain his composure, and this would make him lose his erotically churning load of sperm in the depths of her mouth much too soon. He soon discovered his fears were well-founded as she nibbled very carefully with the sharp edges of her teeth, and as a result left a trail of many thin white lines along the pink skin of his rigidly smooth shaft where the interior blood had been forced away from the fleshy surface. Joe quivered and shuddered, certain he was going to lose complete control and explode from the powerful jolt of sensual energy that charged through him, titillating his entire body, but he was unable to fight off the rapturous sensations, anxiously wanting to experience the build-up as much as the bursting climax.
The stunningly beautiful bleached blonde's face bobbed rapidly up and down on his penis several times in quick succession, her cheeks rounded, bloated, filled with air, then hollowing and pressing against the sides of the cock as she sucked with tremendous urgency on his ready-to-fire shaft. Her tongue sensed the twitch in his urethra, and that was when Rhoda hesitated, moving her mouth and pausing to make a minor adjustment in her position. What she next proceeded to do Joe didn't expect. Nevertheless, he felt strangely glad she did it.
It hadn't been part of Rhoda's original plan, but the taste, scent, feel, and smooth sensation of Joe's stiff, passion-crazed penis in the tightness of her sucking mouth was setting Rhoda's pussy on fire. Rhoda wanted some satisfaction of her own, but didn't want to risk him fucking her. She usually used a diaphragm when fucking, but had forgotten to insert it this time, and didn't want to take the time to do so. She was aware of how aroused she was, knowing that if the truck driver merely touched her naked vagina with his fingers she would have an explosive climax all her own. But in her present position that was impossible. She shifted on the sofa, moving her body so she lay on top of him with her mouth still on his cock, straddling his face suggestively with her knees.
Joe was not normally a pussy eater. But this time he was so aflame, so hungry, so desirious of his own satisfaction that he didn't hesitate for an instant. Rhoda knew he wouldn't miss the very direct hint as her wetly pulsating vagina hovered only a few scant inches away, temptingly above his suddenly hungry and salivating mouth. Though she was positive he would lap her cunt, she pushed her face even lower with the cock stuck in her mouth, cramming the phallic head even deeper into her throat to add to the lewd encouragement of it all, and now she had almost the entire length of his hard cock lodged in the depths of her salaciously engulfing throat.
Joe's pounding heart began beating even more wildly as the lovely woman spread her thighs wider apart above him, letting him see her brown hairs much more closely. She was teasing him, and he was awestruck by the thrillingly licentious sight of the bleached blonde's breathtakingly beautiful, wetly exposed vagina. The silky, curl-fringed vaginal lips were dripping with heavy amounts of her lubricating secretions, and the tight little pink opening, looking so much like a mouth, seemed to gently flow open, the lips quivering, waiting for his momentarily hesitating tongue. She had made her needs, her desires, very plain indeed to him, and he was more than willing to accommodate her licentious requirement.
Reaching up and around the firmness of her lovely alabaster thighs, he placed his hands just below the enticing full moons of her delightfully round and naked buttocks. Gripping the cheeks firmly, he used his thumbs, pressing outward, spreading the tenderly soft flesh of her vaginal lips wide apart as he tugged her fragrantly heated vagina toward his waiting face. There was no time to waste, fooling around, teasing her as he enjoyed the pressure of her continued, frenzied sucking. She kept on plunging his throbbingly blood-filled cock into her mouth, and she was well aware it wouldn't be much longer before it spurted to a spectacular finale. That moment was almost within reach. Joe snaked his tongue sharply out at the inviting, hair-lined pink orifice, driving his oral organ precisely toward the hardened, blood-filled, sensation-thrilled bud of her excitingly pulsating clitoris.
"UMMMGGGLLLMMMNNN!" Rhoda moaned around the length of his deeply ramming phallic spear, and she pushed her face all the way down, her lips clamping on his base, then bobbing her head ever so slightly, rubbing the penis inside the tightness of her gullet. Her throat worked up and down the bone-like rigidity of the penile dome, squeezing and crushing it.
The first pungent taste of the lovely and voluptuous bleached blonde's pussy was all the excited encouragement Joe Calley really needed. He was excited enough to go further, and he flicked his tongue lustfully at her small, erect clitoris, rubbing his tongue against it again and again, evoking more moans and mewls of lasciviously mounting desire and pleasure from the cock-clogged depths of the woman's narrow gullet. Then he ran his tongue down the narrow pink valley, enjoying the sensation of her softly curling strands of wispy pelvic fuzz tickling heatedly against his cheeks. He reached the tightly elastic orifice of her simmering vagina and began orally circling it with his lingual digit several times. It drove Rhoda absolutely wild as she continued grinding her buttocks salaciously around as if trying desperately to reach out and capture the full length of his tongue with her inwardly spasming vaginal muscles, and so it made Joe more than happy that he was able to continue licking and teasing at her opening until he was certain, from the trembling in her thighs she was going to scream out loud in the otherwise silent living room. He liked this bitch, and because she was doing such a great job on him, he wanted her to climax as well. It would be nice if she came about the same time as he. Hell! Her throat-fucking of his pounding prick was driving him completely out of his gourd with burning passion, so he kept on thrusting his heavy tongue deeper into the simmering center of her desire-drenched passage, stretching the full length of his tongue out as far as possible. The heatedly aromatic feminine scent and the softly viscous feel, as well as the wildly delectable taste made the man even more engrossed in what he was doing, involving him in the passionate woman's desires much more strongly as she continued hovering nakedly upside-down above him. He probed with his oral digit, fucking it sensually in and out of her heatedly wet and bubbling vagina, lapping with renewed urgency as his eyes locked tightly on the small, heatedly working circle of her tiny rectum above.
The speedy stabbing sensations churning in the body of the blonde waitress-who had been afraid she was going to have a boring evening-caused her to go wild with sexual frenzy, and she felt herself moving toward her own orgasm at breakneck speed. She was dying to climax with his virile length of throbbing cock fucking her in the depths of her throat. She had to taste the strong flavor of the heated semen continuing to build inside him, wanting to suck his blood-filled penis until his testicles were bone dry. His tongue was seemingly unraveling, as if on a roller, reaching farther into her than Rhoda would have believed possible, plunging into the sizzling depths of her liquid-filled pussy, then tugging itself back again, working with the smooth, heated strokes of a kitten licking ravenously of milk. Rhoda ground her wide open vagina solidly against the delightful pressure of his unbelievable mouth, thrilling with the rapturous feeling of joyous pleasures continuing to grow with each quick and lust-rending thrust as his tongue continued to swirl inside her as well.
Joe felt the now supersensitive point of his throbbing cock slither and flow thrillingly along the sensitive palate of her sucking mouth as she pulled harder and harder on the full length of his stone solid organ, and a low, involuntary moan began escaping from the deepest part of his gasping chest. The sensuous hand she was using to massage his sperm-bloated testicles were now suddenly moving between his ass-cheeks, running into the dark and narrow crevice of his twitching buttocks, reaching out to make contact with his extremely sensitive anus. He hadn't expected the tremendously thrilling sensation that followed. No one had ever fingered Joe's ass-hole before, and for a moment he was so totally stunned, that for an instant he stopped his hungrily lascivious tonguing of her slurping pussy.
Son of a bitch! With all of her wild and obscenely wicked and tantalizing manipulations, the man was well aware there just wasn't any way for him to hold back his mounting climax. Still, he wanted her to peak with him, so he began sucking her clitoris and licking her vagina at a much faster rate, as if it were the last pussy on earth. The tight little orifice flowered open even more widely now, her warmly wet secretions of drooling passion running heatedly down her inner thighs, washing all over his chin while he frenziedly lashed his tongue in and out of her seething vaginal hole. Her finger was driving him wild, and he decided to ape her by pushing his own finger into her rectum. He ran his fingers over her smooth rear cheeks, seeking the tiny little puckered opening of her narrow, crinkled anus. Just looking at the way it had been winking at him seemed so inviting. Using his middle finger, he searched and finally found the tight muscular ring, and popping it open, he tickled it a little, then pushed with the fingertip, slowly easing in past the sphincter, screwing it slowly up inside, shoving his finger even farther into the tightness of her anal corridor, right to the second knuckle. Rhoda moaned and gasped, her ass-cheeks tightening around his finger as her cunt squeezed around his tongue. Her gasps around the stiff ramrod of his thrusting cock, and the continuing spasms in her violently trembling body let him know she was very close to internally exploding.
With a finger crammed deep inside her tightly constricted anal passageway while the man's hungrily working and slurping tongue drove maddeningly up into the clasping depths of her seething pussy, Rhoda felt as if her body would literally come apart at the seams. She sucked ever harder on the wildly throbbing penis in her desperately hollowing mouth, and she clamped his head all the more tightly against her with her softly resilient thighs, snaking her round heels firmly against his muscular shoulders while continually grinding her wetly palpitating vagina solidly against the man's handsome face. His tongue seared burningly into her wetly clasping vaginal opening, and she sucked insanely on the full length of his heatedly rigid phallus, her mouth moving with ever increasing speed as she felt her orgasm building deeper and deeper in her quivering body, making her belly contract uncontrollably.
Her entire physical self quivered and shuddered as it hovered over his face. Rhoda began to wildly twist and writhe and wriggle her vagina wantonly around above his mouth, her squeezing lips locking elastically around the pulsating length of prick as if she were going to snip it off. The pungent secretions of her simmering vagina flowed, and she arched her back and bucked uncontrollably as, at long last, her fulfillment was at hand. The climax gripped her in its cunt-searing grasp.
"UURRGGLLMMPHHAAUUWWUUMM-GGWWLLRRGGHHFFMMGG!" she gagged.
The pressure drove Joe crazy with uncontrolled lust. He sucked more and more feverishly at the heatedly gushing lubricating fluids that continually flooded from her inner estuaries as her cunt continued orgasming. Whitely glistening rivulets of foam mixed with her dribbling oils, some spreading out in a softly sticky warmth over the man's face and cheeks as she continued jerking and twitching spasmodically above him. At that moment there was no way in the world Joe Calley was going to hold back the relentless pressure building higher and higher in his own throbbing loins.
The horizontal man felt a thrillingly exhilarating rush of his white hot seminal fluid burst up from his suddenly frenzied testicles, moving into his cock, through his urethra. His ears picked up the desperately wet smacking sounds as the woman suddenly thrust her hungrily open mouth farther down along the length of his cock, clamping her lips tightly around the organ, biting into the exploding penis, taking the entire wildly jerking length into the depths of her throat as the first spurt of his heated sperm shot forcefully out from the swollen tip.
"EEEYYAAUUGGHHWWHHAARRGGHH ... AAHHAANNHHUURRGGHHAGH!" he bellowed into the soft mushiness of her dripping pussylips. It was the wildest, most thrilling climax he'd had in the longest time, and it was almost enough to break down his resolve about keeping his wife from learning about things like this. Joe felt as if he had been hoarding sperm for a lifetime. The thrillingly orgasmic sensations built up by Rhoda's greedily sucking mouth caused his jerking penis to continue spurting heatedly, and with every spasmodic burst of white-hot liquid, new, more vibrant thrills of heated pleasure swirled through his shuddering body. The whole world seemed centered on Rhoda's sucking mouth.
Finally the torrent of lustful sensations subsided, and Rhoda slid off him. She decided it might be a good idea to put in her diaphragm, so that when his cock hardened again, she would be ready. But When Joe told her he had to save his cock for his wife, the following night, she snapped, "What for? It's all over the state how she's screwing for every trucker who stops in at her place?"
"Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"I thought I made myself plain," Rhoda insisted.
"The hell you did. Everyone knows Esti doesn't fool around."
"Didn't fool around," Rhoda snapped.
"You're lying," Joe insisted.
"Am I? Don't take my word for it. Ask the truckers."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Hey, don't ask me, ask her. But if I were you, I'd go easy on her. Hell! By now she's sure to know about you."
"So I have a reputation, too, huh!"
"Joe, your reputation has been spreading around for the longest time, now. I'll bet your wife knew all about you, but just kept her mouth shut to keep the marriage going. She must love you one helluva lot."
"Not if she's screwing for other men, she doesn't."
"Why not just ask her. I mean, there's a slim chance that all these guys around here are full of it. You know that."
"I'm going to find out once and for all, and that's a fact."
"Fine," Rhoda nodded, "but does it make sense to get hot and bothered about it tonight? It's better to sleep on it, and you'll have a better outlook in the morning."
"Maybe," he shrugged, "but if I find Esti has been screwing around with other guys, I'll dump her."
"like I said, worry about it in the morning.
Right now, let's go into the bedroom. Bring the bottle if it'll make you feel a little better."
CHAPTER FOUR
It was Thursday evening, Esti smiled, knowing her Joe would be home the following night, and everything would be all right again. For two weeks, ever since Homer had raped her, Esti had been feeling tremendous guilt, and it wasn't lessened any by overhearing little whispers here and there. What she had done with Homer was spread to just about every truck driver around, though there was a chance Joe might not have heard since he was known to be a loner and didn't fraternize with the other men.
She was alone behind the desk when the tall handsome black trucker walked in. He had his hair cut close to his head, and though it was obvious he had driven for a long while, he looked like he'd be able to drive another two hundred miles.
"I'd like a room," he said in a gravelly voice.
She looked at him, at his lean, rippling frame, and decided he really didn't look or sound like a truck driver in spite of his chinos and his open-collared shirt.
"Certainly," she nodded, handing him a registration card.
He filled it in.
DELL PIERCE
1275 NO. VILLAGE AVE.
ROOSEVELT, NY
"You're all the way from New York?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded. "And from the sound of your voice I'd say you were from the Big Apple, too."
"I am," she nodded. "How are things back there?"
"I'm from a suburb," he smiled. "I never go into the city. Too dangerous, especially for a quiet guy like me."
"You don't look or sound like a trucker," she said.
"I'm not," he admitted. "This is only temporary. I'm going back to school to finish my psychology studies."
"What are you studying to be?"
"An analyst," he told her.
"I have a little bit of a problem," Esti insisted. "D'you think I might get a little free analysis in exchange for a free night's lodging?"
"Lady, I'll analyze you," Dell told her, "but I expect to pay my way wherever I go."
Esti failed to see the glimmer in the man's eyes that said he was interested in her paying him in another way.
"Then I have to pay you, too," Esti insisted.
"I'm not allowed to take cash for something like this, just yet," the black man told her. "Let me do it for the practice. It'll do me some good to keep exercising my mind. Look, you take a long, hot, relaxing bath, then come to my room about ten o'clock, and we'll thrash out that problem of yours."
"Hey, I really appreciate it," Esti nodded.
Esti gave him the room next to hers, thinking it a good idea that no one see her going into his room. If she were able to move from her room to his quickly enough, no one would see.
Dell Pierce smiled to himself as he took the key she gave him and headed for his room. He, like everyone else, had heard what Esti Calley was supposedly giving away, but one look at the woman told him she was definitely not handing it out. But she had just given him the means whereby he'd be able to extract it from her. Not that he had anything personally against Esti. Hell! He'd just met her. But she was one terrific looking piece of ass. He was going to get a piece of her, not because he considered himself better than the honkies who were after her ass, but because she was gorgeous, and Dell Pierce loved fucking a beautiful woman, whether she was white, black, or green with purple polka dots.
So Dell went to his room, took a long, hot shower, got dressed, then went to the little cafe restaurant for supper. He smiled, listening to the talk going around by the other truckers as they wondered who the next lucky guy with Esti was going to be. Dell Pierce knew who it was going to be: himself.
Returning to his room, he glanced through a book in his small suitcase, reviewing certain aspects of analysis, making certain he'd know what to say when Esti finally came. She would come. He knew that. It was obvious she felt guilty about what had happened to her and was trying to wipe it away. Well, first he would wipe away her guilt, then he would fuck her, and then he would wipe away the new guilt.
At precisely ten-o'clock Dell heard a knock at the door, and when he opened it, there was Esti, fully dressed, but in a blouse and skirt rather than her green uniform. From the lilac scent of her it was obvious she had spent a long time in the bathtub. Good! Dell was fastidious about himself, and he liked his cunt nice and clean, even if she was unaware that she was about to be fucked.
"Hi," he greeted, closing the door as she stepped inside. "You're right on time."
"This is very important to me," she told him.
"Well, why not sit in the chair over there and tell me all about it."
"Aren't I supposed to lie down on a couch or something?" Esti asked.
"When you go to a full-fledged analyst, and you've had a few sessions with him, you'll be able to lie down on a couch. At first, in order to make you feel more at ease, it might be better if you simply sat in the chair over there while I sit on the sofa."
Shrugging, Esti walked over to the chair and sat down. She looked at the tall, rugged black man as he sat on the sofa and, strangely, felt a pull in her vagina. It was uncanny, but ever since her experience with Homer, any time she looked at a physically attractive man, she had this urge to physically merge. She discovered that race, creed, or color meant nothing to her. A good looking stud was a good looking stud.
She felt shy at first, and when he said, "Does this have to do with the rumors that have been circulating?" she finally nodded, and blurted out how it had all happened.
For more than an hour she talked and Dell listened, then he talked, and she listened. Finally, he said, "It's one thing to resist a man and even fight him. It's something else to feel guilty about what you've done afterward. Suppose I were to attack you physically at this moment. That would be no excuse for you to feel bad about it afterward, especially if I were to make you feel good. Look, it happened, it was something you were unable to help, but it's over and done with."
"I can't help it," Esti told him. "Ever since that time, my guilt lies not so much in having been attacked as in what I feel each time I look at a good looking man."
"Ah, now we're getting to the heart of things. Perhaps you also feel guilty because of the rumors about your husband as well. You feel that you've come down to his level instead of rising above it all. You have to learn that enjoying sex in any and every way is not lowering yourself."
"It's just that I feel that every man looking at me is undressing me. It feels awful."
"You have to learn to differentiate between fact and imagine. Right now do you feel that I'm undressing you with my eyes?"
"God, yes!" Esti gasped.
"Ah, there's another part of the difficulty. You think I'm looking right through your clothing at your body. But the truth is, all I can see is your face, your arms, and the clothing you're wearing."
"I still feel nervous," Esti told him. "May I be frank?" he asked. "Please," she nodded.
"The only way you're going to get over feeling undressed while wearing clothing is to undress in front of a man, and then get dressed again in front of him. Put your clothing on piece by piece as a man is watching you, and after that, you'll have no feelings of guilt."
"I-uhhhhh ... don't know..." she muttered.
"Look, it's just a suggestion on my part. You don't have to follow it. But it might be a good idea if you did."
"But what man?"
"Choose a man with whom you feel comfortable. You should feel sexually attracted to the man, naturally. You don't want to undress in front of some ugly looking old hobo."
"No, that would be unthinkable," she nodded. "Look, since you suggested it, perhaps it might be a good idea to do it with you."
"Uhhhh ... look, Esti ... I can call you Esti?"
"Everyone else does."
"It's only fair to warn you, if you do undress in front of me, and stay undressed for any length of time, I won't accept responsibility for my actions."
"I see," she nodded. "Still, I don't know of any other man with whom I can do something like this.
I mean, I don't dare do it with my husband. He'd scream his head off, besides when he looks at me I don't feel as if a man is looking at me."
"Ah, there's another root to your problem. You need a man, a bonafide man to look at you again and appreciate you, and then you have to dress in front of him."
"Well then," she said, "suppose we do it, here and now. It won't take very long, and if what you say is true, then I'll be over my guilt before Joe gets home."
"If you insist," he nodded.
"I insist," Esti told him. "Would you be good enough to turn around and look the other way for a moment?"
Dell Pierce smiled. He was going to get her. He was going to get her good. He turned, looking at the window behind the sofa, and Esti mindlessly began undoing her buttons one by one, not even thinking about the right or wrong of it, until the thin blouse she was wearing was open to her narrow waist. A flush of embarrassment made her shiver as the dyed redhead felt a cold chill as air brushed across her naked belly. In spite of her mixed reactions, she felt her nipples, under her brassiere, hardening inside the taut nylon. With her two hands, she reached around and unfastened the one catch on her double-knit red skirt, and she tugged on the zipper until it came down. She let the skirt fall to her feet, then bent over, picked it up, and placed it on the chair beside her. She had put on pantyhose for the first time in a long time, and the sheer gauge allowed her white panties to show through clearly, and she was suddenly inwardly stricken with the thought that she was doing a very foolish thing. She had the urge to reverse the procedure, get dressed and simply walk out, but no ... she had started this, had insisted he be the man, and she was going through with it.
"Okay," she finally gasped to the black man. "You can turn around now." Her voice was a soft whisper, almost as if she were hoping he wouldn't hear.
Dell Pierce slowly turned around while still on the sofa, and his eyes popped wide open in disbelief as he gazed at the trembling blushing redheaded beauty standing in front of him.
He stared, taking in the delicious spectacle slowly, his eyes moving from the top of her head down to her feet very slowly-from the smoothly unblemished flow of her neck where it curved down to the jutting, ripely formed mounds of her full breasts, swelling proudly beneath the sheer material of her see-through nylon brassiere. Then his eyes wandered to the trim curve of her delectable waist, to her full hips swelling to such curvaceous perfection, and then at long last to her shapely legs blossoming in full firmness at her pillarly thighs, then again in supple gracefulness at her well-shaped calves.
"Lady, you are really beautiful," the black man murmured.
Esti stared down at the carpet, flushing a bright red. She hated admitting it, but she enjoyed having this masculine male stare at her body. His staring made her inwardly hotter, and this made her redden even more. "Please, Dell, this is therapy. You aren't supposed to talk like that. I just want this over and done with as quickly as possible."
Dell didn't take his hungering eyes from her round curves for even an instant. "Sure thing, Esti," he said to her. "It'll all be over with shortly, and you'll feel a lot better for it. But really, I still see part of your body covered. You're wearing pantyhose, and of course, there's that brassiere. I have to know what kind of merchandise you're hiding. You can't cover up what is not yet uncovered, you know that. If you want, I'll turn around again..."
"Oh hell, that won't be necessary," Esti muttered, interrupting him, feeling suddenly impatient at his treating her like a child. She had come for a little psychiatric, or perhaps a little psychological help, but she wasn't some kind of little girl. Reaching behind her with both hands, she undid the three catches on her brassiere.
"I'll show you everything," she told him, panting, not knowing why she was so anxious to comply with all this. She still felt more than a little embarrassed and almost frightened as she loosened the straps and let them slide down over her smooth bare arms. Her proud, voluptuous, pink-nippled breasts quivered tautly in the open air. She was aware of her breast points hardening even more as they pointed toward Dell Pierce. He stared, his eyes giving her approval, and Esti realized she had wanted that approval. She wanted to know she was as desirable as men always said she was, and Joe was so blas' about making love to her that Esti, until she had been raped, had not really been aware of just how much men really wanted her. Now that she knew she was fairly well loved, she inwardly wanted to know that more than one man, a man like Homer, found her good to look at. Here was an obviously intelligent and educated man, and from the wide stare in his eyes, it was plain that he found her attractive. This made her breasts stand up firmly, letting him see that in spite of their heaviness there was no sag in them. Her solid pink nipples thrust straight forward, looking like two tiny pink eyes returning his eager gaze.
Slowly, reluctantly, Dell Pierce's eyes left the twin jutting bulges of her fully ripe, pink-tipped breasts, and then looked down her rib cage, and then he looked below that to the smooth, unblemished expanse of her flat belly, past the puckered indentation of her navel.
"Now the pantyhose," Dell insisted, wondering if she would continue to obey him.
Without hesitating for an instant Esti complied, catching the tight elastic waistband and peeling it down over the gentle swell of her generously endowed hips. The top band of her panties were caught with the pantyhose, entangled, and as she pushed, Esti made no effort to separate the two garments. As one, she tugged them down, exposing the rich whiteness of her thighs, down past her knees, and in so doing exposed the sparse brown V of her velvety pubic hair. She pulled the hose away from her panties at last, and was in the process of rolling the white seat covers up to hide her defenseless nakedness.
"Whoops!" Dell said. "Don't do that. You just go on ahead and pull everything down, Esti. like I said, you can't get dressed, really dressed, until you're completely undressed, first."
The black man stood there, having risen from the sofa, his eyes still bulging, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. His face had a euphoric expression on it as he eyed the lovely, full-bodied motel owner, who was indeed stripping to the buff directly in front of him.
This was a new routine for Dell. He had never used his school studies as a lever to get at females. He knew once he took the Hippocratic Oath he would never again be able to use it, but until that time, he was going to get some mileage from this psychology.
"When you say everything, you mean everything, don't you," Esti said to him, still confused, not knowing whether to be happy or unhappy, her voice cracking in abject humiliation. Her cheeks were two red patches that looked as if some artist had splashed them with red dabs of paint.
"Yeeeup!" he smiled, trying to look reassuring. "When I say everything, I mean everything. You see, Esti, you have to get used to my looking at your nakedness, for a few minutes, anyway. Once you no longer feel shy about my looking at you, then you can start to dress, and instead of feeling men can look right through your clothes, you'll feel that men can only see those clothes and none of your body beneath. I mean, to stop now, when we're so close to success would be a crying shame. However, I'll leave the choice up to you."
"Well ... okay ... I guess..." Esti finally nodded, and hooking her thumbs into the elastic band top of her white panties, she slid them down her thighs along with her pantyhose, peeling everything off until she was completely naked, stepping free, leaving absolutely nothing to shield her youthful nakedness from the black man's lecherous and probing eyes.
Dell was no novice when it came to women. But he had to admit that Esti was one of the finest specimens of feminine pulchritude he had seen in the longest time. Goddamn! This was one hot looking pierce of female turf. He was willing to bet she really knew how to use that body of hers, too. Oh yeah! She was something special, all right, and he was going to climb into it ... all the way in.
He grinned to himself as he anticipated what he intended doing to his lovely woman. She had nice, white flesh, really white without being albino. It always gave him a real sense of mastery to be able to screw a white woman. Those pink-capped breasts of hers were mountains really worth climbing. Sheesh! He loved the way they protruded so solidly from the rest of her slender body. He was already imagining what that warm, moist furrow between her inviting thighs was like ... hell, once he fitted his cock into it he knew she would be hot and tight. A cunt like that had to be tight. What was more she had lovely legs, too, the kind a man loved having wound around his body when he was pumping into her. Oh yeah! He was going to plug her pussy until the lovely lady all but begged for mercy. Still, he saw she was not one of those shopworn waitresses, like that Pat he had seen in the cafe. No, this wasn't some cunt onto which he would climb like so many other chicks he had mounted. This lovely pussy was something special ... in fact, extra special, and he would have to plan his moves very, very carefully.
"Well?" Esti asked, her heart beating in her chest. "What do you think?"
"I think you're an extremely attractive, in fact stunning woman," Dell nodded. "You'll do exceptionally well."
"Do? I'm not applying for some kind of a job. Why will I 'do?' "
"Just an expression," Dell told her, smiling a little. "But we have to get rid of all the embarrassment in you. Look, turn around slowly, very slowly, and allow me to look at all of you."
Esti obeyed, still feeling embarrassed, her face a bright red as she turned her naked, lushly rounded buttocks to the man's greedy, probing gaze. He admired the fact that her ass-cheeks were firm and high and perfectly round instead of spreading, and he noted they were tightly clenched together. He liked the way they were tucked under at the tops of her smoothly flaring thighs. Long and supple, her slender bare legs seemed to stretch in tapering perfection to the trim swell of her full calves. Even her bare feet were tantalizingly inviting-dainty feet, almost little-girl feet with small, curled-under toes as she stood before him shuddering with defenseless embarrassment.
"Ah hah! Yes indeedy, that's quite a hot little figure you have there, Esti. Is it any wonder men like looking at you? You have a body worth admiring."
"Thank you."
"You must do a lot of exercise."
"No, just hard work. I work all day and half the night, and I don't have the time to relax."
She turned to face him again, feeling a little less conspicuous in her nakedness. She was no longer trying to cover herself. "I just want to get over this guilt trip I feel," she told him.
"That's why I'm helping you," he nodded, laughing nervously. "However, before you start dressing, I think you ought to prove to yourself you're no longer embarrassed by striking poses here on the sofa."
"Dell..." she gasped, as he rose from the sofa and moved around, making her back up until she had fallen on the same sofa..."Mr. Pierce ... don't look at me like that ... you're frightening me...
Dell Pierce laughed, his voice almost sounding menacing. "Me, frightening you? Come on, Esti ... you know you have nothing to be frightened of. I'm a pussycat. I've never hurt anyone. Oh I've given a little pleasure here and there, but never pain."
Esti suddenly felt very frightened. For the first time she realized, she had voluntarily undressed in front of a strange man simply because he had told her to do so. Deep down, way inside, she must have subconsciously wanted to strip for him. She must be the tramp her mother always warned her against becoming. She writhed her body into the sofa cushions, helplessly trying to cringe away from this awful, frightening man leering hungrily at her as if she were meat hanging in a butcher shop.
She had to get dressed and get out of here. It was the only sensible thing to do. She tried swinging her naked legs off the sofa as she sat down beside her, but he sat the foot of the sofa and grabbed her by her two ankles with both hands. He slid his hands higher, pushing her back down.
"NO!" Esti gasped. "PLEASE ... NO ... NO ... DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" she all but screamed, her voice filled with fear.
"If screaming will make you feel better, Esti, go ahead and scream. I know how well you've soundproofed this place. I've been to a lot of motels, but I've never been to one that's as well sound-proofed as this one. You've done an outstanding job. It's almost impossible to hear thunder outside. You've done a really great job. It's as if you and I were in a small world all our own here," Dell laughed, and she shuddered, watching his fingers already beginning to unfasten his belt. The movement terrified Esti even more as she realized it was going to happen again.
"What are you doing, Dell?" she gasped. "What do you think you're doing?"
Reaching out with her right hand, she grabbed the back of the sofa and tried pulling herself along until she was able to slide over the arm, but Dell laughingly reached out, grabbed her by the ankles, and simply pulled her right back down.
"Esti, you have a lot of fears to get over," he told her. "I've already explained to you that guilt is something you've built up strictly in your mind.
Now the best way to rid you of that guilt permanently is to make it considerably better for you, this time. You're just not going anywhere, honey," he smirked, his belt undone and his pants half open. "After all, you don't want to run nakedly out into the halls and let anyone possibly passing by see that all the rumors are true, do you? No, you're better off staying here and keeping it all a big dark secret. You say it's been a week and a half, almost two weeks since that incident, and your husband hasn't been bade since. Well, that's much too long for a lovely lady like you to go without cock, and I figured you might be able to use a little of this to tide you over, at least until tomorrow night."
"Dell ... don't ... please ... don't talk this way ... you're really frightening me ... please ... let me dress and get out of here ... please..." she begged, her eyes clouded with tears.
Dell gripped her calf firmly, and squeezed, almost crushing her leg in his strong, confining grip, holding her effectively as he yanked his zipper down the rest of the way with his free hand, opening his pants.
"Here it is, Esti," he told her, a bright smile blanketing his face. "This is just what you need!" He delved into his under shorts, as if digging his hand into a grocery bag, and he pulled out the thick, menacing length of his huge, black penis, exposing it to her sight. It flopped lasciviously over his zipper, the bloated black tip swelling in size as it seemingly sniffed at the open air like a hound.
Not even hard, it was big, really big. It was even bigger than that of Homer's. It was gigantic!
Esti shrieked with gasping horror as the powerful, black man's throbbing penile organ seemed to keep on growing before her eyes. "Dell ... you stop it ... you stop it or I'll scream so loud I'll bring the roof crashing down on your head. I'll scream ... I mean it..."
Dell remained seated beside her supine body, grinning, for a moment before reaching out and grabbing her two trim ankles again, tugging her naked body even farther along on the sofa until her head was clear of the padded arm. Esti struggled violently, then reached behind her to get a grip on the arm of the sofa. Dell laughed, reached out, and forced her to let go. Her hands fell to her sides and she felt totally helpless.
"Now stop acting like a little girl, Esti," he cautioned. "The time has come for you to grow. Cocks were meant to fuck cunts. Cocks have no idea which cunts are best for them, and cunts really don't care which cocks fuck them. It's as simple as that. What I'm doing right now is giving you a lesson in human behavior. It's only natural for me, or any other man who sees you to want to fuck you. You only live once, Esti, and if you're left all alone most of the time, then you deserve to be properly fucked by someone other than your husband. Everyone knows how Joe gets more ass on the road than he ever did with you."
"Stop it!" she snapped. "You're as bad as everyone else. You're just saying this to try and justify what you want to do."
"I'm telling you the truth," Dell insisted. "As for justifying what I'm going to do, well there's no need for justification. You have a cunt, I have a cock, and you're one helluva sexy woman. That's all the justification I'll ever need."
Esti shook with a mixture of unbridled terror and heavy revulsion as the tall, handsome, rugged black man rose to his knees and slid between her helpless thighs. The unbelievable length and breadth of that phallic stovepipe moving closer and closer made her freeze. Beneath the extended organ, his heavy black scrotum sac dangled like a huge wrecking ball.
Dell smiled to himself, watching the way Esti was sizing him up, appraising the length and breadth of his swollenly throbbing organ, and it made him laugh to know the thoughts that were running through her mind at the moment. Each woman, on seeing the immensity of his shaft, was only able to stare, but each woman seemed to have a different set of thoughts running through her mind. For instance, all the black women he knew merely licked their chops, as if only to anxious to have the organ buried somewhere inside them. The white women were either concentrating on the size of his cock or the charcoal color of it. He knew his big cock was really something to stare at, but also realized it was even more fun to feel than look at. He had a lot of surprises in-store for this sexy lady. She wasn't one of those bitches who thought she was too good for him simply because of skin color. She was one of those prudish cunts who didn't want anything to do with an outside cock no matter what the size or color. He had already just about wiped out the guilt she'd felt from Homer. He knew that in spite of the terror he was generating inside her, when it was all over, she, like all the other women he had ever fucked, would never again be afraid of his cock. His real therapy was simple: fuck them! Then fuck them again. He was going to pump up her cunt like a basketball, and the next time he came by, she'd be begging him for it.
Dell continued grinning as he looked down at her svelte white torso, taking in the fullness of her womanly, lush, ripened nakedness. She was like a juicy, fresh-picked piece of soft fruit-all naked and deliciously inviting, lusciously tempting and tantalizing, waiting for him to caress her, to kiss her, to fuck her.
He pushed his right knee forward, and the pressure almost made her left thigh fall off the sofa. Then he pushed his left knee forward, trapping her right thigh between himself and the back of the sofa. He would have been able to fuck her then and there, but no, that was too simple. Although Dell wasn't a sadist, he enjoyed humbling women rather than humiliating them. So he raised his left knee and pushed it between the woman's white thigh and the sofa-back, then he put his other knee outside her left thigh, allowing her to clamp her thighs together as he straddled her and sat on her belly. She was pinned to the sofa cushions now like a helpless insect.
The panic stricken redhead wriggled and twisted, doing her best to escape from him as he sat there, playing very gently with her mountainous breasts. She struggled and squirmed all the harder, but he simply sat, pressing his buttocks against her slightly rounded belly, making certain there was no way for her to escape. His weight was heavy enough to keep her from really moving too much, and she had to take several deep breaths in order to keep air in her lungs. The look on her face was a mixture of terror and loathing, though the loathing was aimed at herself for having been so gullible.
Esti found struggling to be useless. She was too defenseless to resist any longer, and all she was able to do was verbally plead with him to leave her alone, her mind a windmill of whirling, dazed, confused shame.
Dear God. . . not again, not again! Don't let this awful thing happen to me again. I'll never be able to look Joe in the face after something like this ... I know it. Please! Please! God help me! This is a nightmare!
Aloud, she gasped, "PLEASE ... PLEASE ... DELL ... I TRUSTED YOU ... YOU CAN'T DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO ME ... YOU JUST CAN'T..." she wept, wriggling helplessly as the black man held her lusciously naked white body pinned firmly against the sofa cushions, squatting victoriously over her wriggling young form. His immense, ebony testicles lay flatly against her white belly, brushing the smoothness of her own skin, while his thick length of heavy penis continued swelling and hardening even more, sticking out from beneath the rippling hardness of his firm, flat stomach.
"Now come off it," Dell snapped at her. "This playing hard-to-get is nonsensical," he insisted, tightly gripping the solidly stiff length of masculine hose in his large right hand. "You and I both know how much you want it, so why don't we just cut out this game playing and get right down to it. When you finally admit to yourself that you enjoy sex with other men other than your husband, you'll be able to wipe away that guilt complex forever."
"NO ... NO ... NO..." she gasped, squirming and writhing. "I came to you in the hope of ridding myself of the guilt I felt for allowing myself to be raped by Homer. I understand now that it wasn't my fault. But that's no reason for you to take advantage of me and trying to build another guilt complex in me. Joe will be home tomorrow evening. How will I face him?"
"With the same clear conscience he has when facing you. Why not ask him about his little affairs. I'll bet he won't even bother denying it."
"That's no reason for this to happen to me," she gasped. "Must I suffer for my husband's sins?"
"This is not punishment, Esti," Dell insisted. "You have to make up your mind to the fact that this is pleasure."
He eased his solidly weighty form forward slowly, sliding his naked loins carefully over the smoothness of the pinioned redhead's trembling belly until his heavy testicles were lasciviously dangling between the round swells of her bulging, quivering breasts. As he knelt on the sofa cushion, her pink, upstanding nipples began jutting straight up at him, as if ignoring her sobs and cries and beckoning him to continue. The soft curve of her finely-shaped, ripe breasts rested solidly against the man's solid thighs where he straddled her. He had her firmly pinned between his legs.
Wearing his constantly wide grin, Dell pushed the fleshy mounds of her lovely heaving breasts tightly together with his knees, and at the same time began squeezing the turgidly rubbery length of his throbbing penile hardness between the warm resilience of her lovely breasts. A barely audible sigh of pleasure began seeping from his lips as the dusky man felt the delightfully yielding softness caress the sensitive length of his rapidly enlarging penis, urging the stiffly shuddering member to swell even more, stiffening it with more blood until the bulbous tip began poking stiffly against her chest hidden between the massively tremulous mounds of her delightfully bloated breasts.
"Look at you," he laughed, his hoarse voice filling her ears. "Your breasts are swollen, your nipples thick and hard, your flesh pink and healthy and glowing, just waiting for me to deliver a solid fuck into your cunt. Well, you have a lot to learn, Esti, and one of the things you have to learn is the fact that fucking is the final act. A lot comes before actual fucking, such as this..."
Abruptly his throbbingly rigid penile lance leaped from its delightful hiding place between the bloated dunes of her lovely rounded breasts, shooting straight out like a quivering arrow from the flatness of his brillo-covered pelvis. Still gripping the solid penis tightly in his right hand, Dell pulled back the collar of loose flesh that ringed and covered the sensitive blood-bloated, throbbing dome until it was completely free and sticking all the way out. Oh, he was going to really give this lovely woman a reaming. Squeezing the solid shaft of his urgently throbbing cock, feeling the mighty pulsations within its length, he watched the bulbous black tip swell even more until it seemed to glimmer, almost purple, as blood continued infusing into its fullness, until it was twice as thick as it had been when its terrifying length and breadth had initially frightened Esti. Now the bloated tip was scant inches from her crossed eyes.
Shutting her eyes in order not to look, Esti felt tears trickling from beneath her long-lashed lids as she struggled vainly to close out this horrifyingly degrading nightmare in which she found herself so hopelessly trapped. She was praying, hoping, pleading inwardly for some kind of miracle. She wished this horrible moment might end as swiftly as it had begun. But with all her wishing she knew this was hopeless. She was totally at the mercy of his hard penis, and no matter what he wanted her to do, she was already cognizant of the fact that she would have to eventually surrender. Her mind reeled and spun at the thought of eventually having to face Joe, her husband. How in the name of heaven would she be able to look him in the eye and smile at him after having been so totally defiled?
"Dell ... for God's sake, I'm begging you ... don't do this. Please ... please ... just let me get up ... get dressed ... and go ... I already told you I won't charge you for the room..."
Dell Pierce grinned at her, the wide leer splitting his handsome face as he said, "I'll be more than happy to let you go, Esti. But I insist on paying for the room."
Esti opened her eyes and looked past his penis at his face, as if unable to believe her ears. "Did you mean it, Dell, will you really let me go?"
"Sure, honey. I wouldn't lie about a thing like that. I'm going to let you go as soon as I reward you ... pay you for the room by letting you suck my cock," he laughed. "Now you suck it real good the way your husband would want you to."
It took a few moments for the full impact of his words to register in the lurid confines of her confused brain, but when what he was saying finally made sense to her, it was like a house falling on her.
"My husband never, but never made me do anything so disgusting," she insisted. "You must be out of your mind if you'd think I'd ever do something as vile as that. I won't do it! I won't ... I won't!" she insisted, gasping for breath, struggling with all her might to free her naked body from the heavy weight of his buttocks pressing against her chest. But the man's strong, dusky thighs pinned her solidly to the couch, and she was totally powerless to escape him. It galled her to think she was so completely at his disposal.
Then she remembered something Joe had once told her about what to do if a man tried forcing her to do something like this. She was surprised she hadn't thought of it with Homer. All she had to do was hit him solidly where he was most vulnerable. She slid her arms free, moving her hands as if about to cup his genitals, then she clenched her teeth tightly together, and summoning what little meager courage she had left, the desperate woman slammed her balled fist solidly at his groin, trying to smash his scrotum with all her strength, actually hitting his thick penis and barely touching his sac.
"WHY YOU HONKY BITCH!" Dell suddenly gasped, instantly reaching down with both hands and covering both, his penis and his testicles, releasing the grip he had on her shoulders.
He lifted his weight from her body for a moment, and that moment was all Esti needed. like a squiggly python she hurriedly slithered out from beneath the awesome weight of this horrible man, and then rolled off the sofa onto the floor.
Dell, surprised, merely stayed where he was for the moment as the woman leaped to her feet, gathered all her clothes, and bolted for the door. Even if she was naked, her own room was right next door and she'd be safe once she got there. At the moment all that mattered was her safety. She had to put some distance between herself and the black truck driver.
Nearly stumbling, she dashed across the rich maroon carpeting and finally got to the door. In less than a second she had it unlocked, and she was pulling the door open. It was less than a quarter open when she heard the voices in the hall. Men's voices. There were three, perhaps four of them. They were just standing there talking. God knows how long they would remain there, but Esti knew damn well she didn't dare walk out like this. Then the four of them would be spreading all kinds of filthy rumors about her, believing them as they said them.
Shutting the door, she dropped her clothing and pressed her back against the door, sobbing as she found herself face to face with Dell Pierce.
"Well, well, well," Dell smiled, standing nakedly in front of her, his cock stabbing toward her like the mast of an old sailing ship, "looks like you don't have much choice in the matter. Even if you were to get dressed right now, the instant you walked out of here and you were seen by the sweet guys out there, your name would be blackened even more. So you have a choice, Esti. You can pick up your' clothes and walk out of here, and have the name without playing the game. Or you can stay here and play the game without possibly earning the name."
Dell was only four steps away from her, and now he began slowly walking toward her, his eyes glittering with delight at the knowledge she was finally his to do with as he wished without her putting up any additional resistance. Oh, he was going to enjoy her, he was really going to enjoy her.
Too frightened to run or try bolting through the door, the motel owner cowered awkwardly before the man, covering her sparse brown, V-shaped womanly mound with one hand, while using her other arm to hide the pink points of her firmly resilient breasts.
"P-please ... Dell ... M-Mr. P-Pierce ... I didn't r-really m-mean to hurt y-you ... really ... I d-didn't ... honestly ... honestly ... it's just that you've f-frightened me..." she whimpered weakly, her lower jaw trembling as she spoke.
"Oh, come on, Esti," he said, holding out his hand.
Timidly she took it and let him usher her to the big bed in the center of the room, knowing now she had no choice but to do precisely as he wished in order to safely get out of here. "Now you just lie down and relax," he insisted.
But Esti timidly sat on the edge of the bed, her rounded knees clamped together in a travesty of ludicrous modesty as the solidly built black man began advancing on her. She folded her arms over her chest again, still feeling embarrassed for being naked, realizing only now that his psychology ploy had merely been something to set her up for this.
"So you've never sucked your husband's cock, eh?" Dell said to her.
"N-no," she replied, shuddering.
"More fool he," Dell laughed. "It's time for you to learn, Esti, and I'm the best teacher in the business. I don't want to hurt you, but I want you to understand this is not something dirty or filthy. Women do it to men, all the time, just like men lap women's pussies all the time."
Without another word, Dell firmly, but without hurting her, gripped her soft shoulder, making certain he had a firm grip on her, and he guided the defenseless woman to her knees on the floor next to the bed, intent on making her understand there was no shame in humbling herself to do this, since a man had to get to his knees to lap a woman's pussy. Esti no longer resisted or struggled. She knew it would only be a matter of time before constant resistance might enrage the man, and then he might actually hurt her.
Dell wove his fingers through her red-dyed hair and gently began pulling her lovely face toward his loins, pressing his penis against her lips. It had softened a little in the interim, but he knew it wouldn't take Esti long to get it hard.
"UMMMMMPFFFFFRRRRRPHHHHHH!" she muttered, too frightened to open her mouth to say anything as he held her face pressed firmly against him, her lips already feeling the smoothness of his rubbery black penile head.
Esti felt her intestines churn as her belly tightened with sudden panic. She was already tasting the salty tang of the oils covering his phallic point as he continued cramming it forcefully against her tender lips. Ohhhhhhh! She had never never touched Joe's penis with her mouth. Not even Homer had done this to her. It was something that had simply never occurred to her in lovemaking. Sure she had wanted to try different positions, and it was possible that if Joe had acceded to her wishes about positions, she might have eventually become curious enough to want to try something like this. But to do it with a total stranger! The flaming knot of anguish in her belly swelled and grew larger, threatening to make her violently ill, but she fought it back bravely, determined not to add to her humiliation. Tears of shamefully abject degradation and hapless surrender began streaming down her redly flushed cheeks as she realized she had no choice but to perform this perversely lurid act with a total stranger. With Joe, in the privacy of their own room, if he had taken the time to explain things to her, she probably would have loved doing something like this to her ... provided he was willing to put his mouth on her vagina. But with this man, this stranger, this terrible, despicable person, it suddenly became an act of totally wanton debasement. It went beyond anything she had ever considered doing in her dreams.
"COME ON, COME ON," Dell urged. "I don't have to tell you what to do, Esti, you know what to do," he insisted, his fingers tightly entwined in the curly red hair on her head. Now he was gripping her hair with both hands, twisting until her mouth began to open in searing pain because he knew it was the only way to initially get her to open her mouth. "SUCK IT, SUCK IT YOU SWEET BITCH! COME ON, ESTI! OPEN YOUR
MOUTH AND REALLY GET TO WORK ON IT. YOU CAN DO IT, AND WHAT'S MORE YOU'LL LIKE IT. USE THAT TONGUE OF YOURS TO WASH IT DOWN FIRST, AND THEN SUCK IT."
Esti was more terrifed than ever. There was no way for her to fight or resist. All that was left was begging. It hadn't helped, so far, but she had to try again. She parted her lips with the intent of pleading with him again, but his turgid penis was suddenly and swiftly rammed into her mouth with a suddenly quick snap of Dell's pelvis, filling her vulnerably virginal oral orifice with its hard, blood swollen, fleshy length. Her cheeks automatically hollowed, sucking inward instinctively to press against the sides of the organ, and immediately the penis began to once again swell and bloat to its full size in the delightfully wet warmth of her narrowly confining mouth.
"USE YOUR TONGUE, ESTI," Dell encouraged. "LICK IT UP AND DOWN. KEEP ON LICKING IT UNTIL IT'S NICE AND RIGID. THIS IS YOUR FIRST TIME, SO I WON'T SHOOT IN YOUR MOUTH."
The frightened woman glanced up at him, her wide, soulful eyes pleading with him. She stared, seeing him smile, and knew he intended getting everything he wanted, and that her only chance to end all this was to do exactly as he wished. There was simply no hope of getting away from all this.
Instinctively she struggled to keep her wet tongue from touching the thickly obscene lance clogging her gagging mouth, but she found it more and more difficult as the thick organ continued to swell in the hot ravaged depths of her oral cave.
His fingers tightened once again in the thick lustrous curls of her hair as he gasped, "LICK IT! LICK IT! COME ON, ESTI, LICK IT!"
Timidly now, Esti finally allowed her tongue to touch the powerfully insistently throbbing dome of his thickly fleshy penis, afraid of the response it might bring. She was frightened he would climax, and the mere idea of his heatedly seething sperm shooting from his penis, emptying into her gagging throat, made her choke with shame. She had to force herself not to think of things like that. He had promised not to ejaculate in her mouth.
Filled with throbbing and pulsatingly hot blood, the thickly swollen penile spear swelled and grew even larger in the depths of her mouth as her tongue reluctantly caressed the heavily bloated length. Impossibly, it became even thicker and enlarged even more in her mouth, and the lovely woman was suddenly terribly frightened she might die.
It's going to choke me ... I know it will. It'll strangle me to death. He's going to ram the full length of it down my throat and I won't be able to breathe.
Without a hint of warning, the tall, black, handsome truck driver abruptly pulled his penis back with a swift jerk of his hips, and the girlish woman looked up at her cruel captor, thinking he was going to power forward and clog her throat. The tip of his stiffly pulsating organ continued throbbing between her lips, and her tongue unconsciously played against the underside, tickling it repeatedly. Then he slipped it out of her mouth.
"I told you I wasn't going to shoot in your mouth, Esti, and I meant it," he told her. "I just wanted to get you used to sucking a cock. You see, I've decided I like you, I like you a lot. I don't care what do you do about those other dudes who come here, but when I show up over here, I expect royal treatment, if you get my meaning. I'll pay hard cash for it, too. And don't hand me that shit about you're not a whore. All women are whores. All men are whoremasters. We all have a driving desire for money, and that mouth and that cunt of yours will get more money out of me than any three motels might otherwise see. When I leave in the morning I'll be paying for this extra service," he told her, gripping his swollenly thick penis in his left hand now, rubbing the distended tip very gently across her lips, letting his seminal oil smear itself back and forth. "The next time I come here you'll be able to blow me of your own free will. Maybe then I'll let you swallow the stuff. You have a nice, tight little pussy between your thighs, Esti, and I feel I would be cheated if I didn't get a piece of it. Now tell me, are you going to join in the fun, or will you sulk while I fuck you anyway?"
Esti didn't know what to say. She found herself unconsciously licking her lips, her tongue wiping off his lubrication, and she was pulling it into her mouth and swallowing it, too. Finally she said, "This is still wrong, Dell. It's just that I won't fight you any longer. I'll do whatever you want me to do."
The words coming out of her were weak and hoarse, and her voice seemed to be cracking with fear as she surrendered completely to his lurid desires. There was only one way quietly out of this room, without anyone else knowing what was going on, and that was for Esti to do whatever this man said, giving him what he wanted, then dressing, and when the hall was clear, getting away. Beyond that, she found herself incapable of thinking clearly. She was far too terrified to think what would happen if Joe ever came back and found her in this position. She certainly would never have the courage to tell him about all this.
"Come on," Dell told her. "Just come on up here, on the bed, honey. We might just as well do this comfortably. But kneel on the bed, huh."
Shrugging, Esti got to her feet and obeyed him, finding it impossible to look her tormentor in the eye. Shivering involuntarily, she lowered her naked body to the mattress until she was flat on her belly.
Dell looked over the prime prize that was her shining white body appraisingly, very, very slowly and carefully taking in the incredibly ripe roundness of her lovely nakedness. There were girls fifteen years younger than she weren't half as well built. There was unquestionably a tantalizing magnetism this ripe young delicacy appeared to possess. He noticed her two buttock moons were tightly clamped together, like a velvet fist, concealing the deliciously forbidden opening of her tiny, puckered little anus, just as her defensively clamped together thighs hit the juicy softness of her tender pussy slash.
"Is this what you want?" Esti gasped, afraid to turn her head and look at him.
"Not quite," Dell told her. "I asked you to get up on your knees. You have a pretty little brown eye in the middle of those ass-cheeks, and I want it staring at me."
The use of such analogy made Esti cringe, but she reluctantly obeyed the man, totally resigned to the wretchedness of her plight.
For the umpteenth time she began inwardly berating herself, wondering how she was so stupid and gullible, falling for such nonsense, undressing herself willingly in front of this man. It all seemed so incredible, so unbelievable.
Dell was behind her on the bed now, gripping her trim, rounded ass-cheeks with his two hands. He slowly pulled, spreading the deep crevice of her trembling ass-cheeks with his tugging thumbs, opening up to his unobstructed view the crinkly taut, muscular ring of her tiny, narrow, cringing anus. He continued pulling a little, and soon he was staring into the warm moistness of her pink softness, her delectable vaginal lips, seeing how full and fleshy and pouting they were. His tugging on her ass-cheeks made her vagina lips spread ever so slightly in a tempting display of lascivious feminine appeal.
Esti's entire body was wound up, coiled, tensed like a watch spring in horrified anticipation of the powerfully bruising pain she was expecting when he decided to simply slam his cock right into her. She was so certain of the agony, she was completely unprepared for what happened next.
Sparks shot through her and she was certain he was electrocuting her, she was feeling completely unexpected thrills. The black man was skillfully and carefully spreading the soft pink flanges of her uptilted, vulnerably proffered pussy, inhaling her essence, opening wide the warm, moist vaginal lips and brushing aside the softly curling brown hairs that lined the two sides of her damp crevice. When the narrow slit was spread wide enough for his own inner satisfaction, completely exposing the sweet, fluted edges of her damp vaginal interstice, the hungry Dell lowered his close-cropped head to her softly fragrant cunt lips, catching the woman totally off-guard.
Esti's shuddering body snapped like a snake whip as the man's wide, slurping tongue made its initially thrilling contact with the trembling sensitive, nerve-filled flesh of her tantalizingly vulnerable vaginal lips.
"OHHHHHHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O ... NOT YOU TOOOOOOOOO..." she gasped, remembering the way Homer had lapped her pussy before fucking her. Her lower lip trembled uncontrollably as the dusky man's probing tongue plunged into her forbidden vaginal regions very deftly, bringing coursing shivers of wickedly delightful lust-feelings she was becoming very familiar with, feelings she discovered were now a necessary part of her life, coursing all over her obscenely kneeling nakedness in continually involuntary spasms. She blushed a bright crimson, feeling embarrassment, not so much at what he was doing, but at what she was feeling. This was the second time a total stranger, a man for whom she felt no inner emotional desires, was bringing such a lascivious response from her treacherously rebellious body. Once again she was powerless to stop it!! !
Opening the delightfully moist and trembling vaginal trough as wide as possible with his tugging thumbs, Dell pushed his face farther forward, letting his nose rub against her ass-hole as he burrowed his tongue and lips into the depths of her simmeringly heated womanly slash, poking licentiously in all the tasty crevices, each worming probe bringing a new thrilling quiver of aroused helplessness to her nakedly squirming form. Her breasts were pressing solidly into the mattress beneath her kneeling body, and the whiteness of her licentiously exposed, shapely round buttocks was shoved upward ever so invitingly, totally and completely unprotected, and completely vulnerable to the man's expert lustful oral plundering.
"OHHHHHHHH ... PLEEEAAASSSSSE ... STOP!" she gasped. "THIS IS ... UNNNNHHHHH ... TERRIBLLLLE ... PLEASE STOP ... PLEASE!" she begged, her face awash with stinging tears. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ... I DON'T WANT TO ... DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ... IT'S PERVERTED..."
Dell Pierce smiled to himself. Who did this honky broad think she was kidding, saying she didn't want to do this? She was no different from any other woman emotionally. They all professed that this was wrong, initially, but then afterward ... well hell, he knew for a fact he was one of the best tongue men around. Enough women had told him so, after getting over their initial hate ... or believed hate ... and he knew this uptight female was really no different from the others. His eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as he thought of his throbbingly aching, distended cock eventually fitting into, and pounding away at this ripe young bitch's pussy. Soon he would fill her with the seed of a black man, and he'd let her see for herself that it smelled the same, looked the same, and felt the same as anything her husband was able to pump into her. Man! His tongue told him she had one tight little pussy, and it wouldn't be much longer before his tongue was reaming her feminine tunnel as it had never been reamed before.
Even her ass-hole smelled nice and clean. This was a woman who really knew how to take good care of herself. He rubbed it again and again with the tip of his nose as he unfurled his tongue into the delicious depths of her seething pussy. He reached lower with his tongue, touching her clitoral bud as his upper teeth munched lightly into her cuntal depths. He knew he had really gotten to her, washing his tongue over her clitoris, when she began violently quaking, and her ass-cheeks began slapping his facial cheeks and forehead. Ripples of licentiously lewd pleasure were shivering up and down along Esti's backbone.
As she remained kneeling there, the humbled motel owner felt the tautness of her tiny pink nipples suddenly grow hard, poking painfully into the smooth fabric of the sheet covering the mattress beneath her.
It was happening again, only Esti realized this time it was happening a lot more quickly, not because the black man was a better pussy eater than Homer was, but simply because the moment her cunt felt his tongue, it knew it wanted more and opened up to receive as much of the oral digit as possible. There was a hidden beast raging inside of her, and it was taking total control of Esti's body, burning her up. She thought she would go completely out of her mind.
Tantalizingly teasing the woman, the lustful-minded black truck driver pushed his face lower and deeper, catching her clitoris between his teeth and rolling the tiny throbbing bud around and around as he nibbled on it, feeling the little nubbin harden as blood filled it and it swelled and enlarged.
He continued hungrily lapping away at it, slurping with his flattened tongue, causing the naked woman to wriggle in a desperate attempt to escape the ecstatically delightful assault on her violently trembling, seething femininity. She vainly did her best to clench and hold her firmly wriggling ass-cheeks together in the forlorn hope she might be able to close her mind to his continuing salacious attack, but he held her fleshy moons all the more tightly in his strong hands as his long fingers bit into her sensitive nakedness painfully whenever she did try tugging herself away. As a result she had a series of crisscrossing, bright red welts temporarily scarring her white buttocks.
Esti's eyes were tightly shut, but the tears continued to stream like rain down her puffy cheeks. Why was her husband always away from her. Whenever she needed him he was never around. He waltzed off for two weeks at a time, with a weekend of sex in-between each two-week period, and he expected her to be the perfect wife and behave herself while he was off, and if the other truckers were to be believed, gallivanting with half the waitresses and maids in the state.
But even as these thoughts continued to race through her agonizingly tortured brain, the alluringly positioned redheaded woman became shatteringly aware of the building of the same sensation in her belly she had eventually felt with Homer. There was a fiery hot flame raging in her, fanned by the tongue continually licking in her cuntal crevice, and she was finding it harder and harder to suppress the burning fire.
"My God! My God!" she shouted out loud. "It's happening again. I don't want it to happen, but it's happening!"
But even as the tortured sensations continued flaring through Esti's trembling body she heard Dell Pierce softly chuckling as her nakedly lush hips began to slowly and involuntarily rotate and grind around and around in a quietly steady cadence, making consistent concentric circles. All the while Dell continued to hungrily nibble on her stiffly throbbing clitoris.
"OHHHHHHHHH. ... HHHHHHHHH-UUUNNNHHHHH ... PLEEEAAASSE", the lovely woman moaned, her mouth hanging half open, her eyes still letting out tears even though they were tightly shut. Little by little the tears stopped flowing, even though her cheeks remained reddened with shame, but now her head was no longer hanging down. It was tossed back, her curly red hair bouncing with the movement of her hobbling ass-cheeks as she gasped out loud, "PLEASE ... PLEASE ... STOP ... CAN'T STAND THIS ANY LONGER..."
Dell was pleased with himself. Sure she wasn't able to stand it. No woman was able to take too much of his pussy lapping. He was an acknowledged expert, and when a cunt tasted as delectable as Esti's, he would have been glad to eat it the whole night.
Pleased with himself and what he was doing, Dell stepped up the pace of his hungry ravishment, his mouth continuing to nibble at her treasured vaginal crevice, his tongue alternating between the pulsing little pink bubble of clitoral flesh as it swelled even more, and the sensitive fleshy flanges of her seething vagina. His hands had a tight, firm grip on her, keeping her solidly locked in place. He was well aware of her nakedly writhing and shivering body quaking spasmodically as her round hips writhed shamelessly against his tautingly swishing oral digit.
Esti's tremblingly up-thrust ass-cheeks continued grinding harder and faster as she shoved her rounded hips back to meet his tongue's continually lewd and licentious probing of her interior.
Though she fought it with every particle of inner resistance her reeling brain was capable of mustering, the extremely susceptible woman was only too well aware how rapidly she was starting to lose control of herself.
"OHHHHHHH ... HHHHUUUUNNNN-HHHHH ... DAMN ... DAMN ... DAMN ... YOU SON OF A BITCH! IT FEELS SO GOOD ... SO GOOD ... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF IT ... OHHHHHH ... PLEEEAAAASSSSE..." she choked out, heavy droplets of perspiration turning to rivulets as they ran down her trembling spine to drip into the widespread furrow of her wantonly undulating buttocks.
By now, Dell Pierce knew he had this woman exactly where he wanted her. She was his to do with as he pleased, and nothing was going to stop him now.
With a last, electrifying little nibble of his lips, he finally released the tormenting grip on her lust swollen clitoris. She raised her head and tossed it back, thinking perhaps he was finished with her, and she cursed herself for inwardly hoping there was more. Secretly she knew her body needed more. It needed satisfaction now that it had been set on the road to orgasm. It needed more than one climax. It needed a whole string of them.
Dell was letting his eyes run along the trestle of her spine to her red-dyed hair. He enjoyed seeing the way her entire being was shuddering and quivering, her hips continually grinding in their same steady rhythm as a low, mournful gasp slipped from her throat.
"MORE!" she unwittingly said aloud. "I NEED MORE, DAMN YOU! DON'T STOP ... NOT NOW ... I ALMOST CAME!"
His face widened as a leering grin split it. This was the time to fuck her, all right. He moved forward, bringing his ominously blood-stiffened penis directly into position, poising it at the fleshy entrance to her heatedly moist vaginal passage, the lust-bloated head brushing the tenderly soft pinkness of her hair-lined membranous curtains ever so slightly.
Esti's mind, which had been whirling and spinning unrealistically, suddenly snapped back to a fleeting jolt of terrifying reality, and she was suddenly only too consciously aware of how close she had come to actually offering her body to this man on a platter. As his penis rubbed her cunt lips, she stiffened, saying, "NO! NOT THAT! I DON'T WANT YOU TO DO THAT! DON'T!"
But Dell Pierce had been setting himself up for this all along. Heedless of her piteous pleas, the man drove forward firmly, burying his lasciviously swollen cock all the way to its hairy base in the wetly clasping warmth of her cringing vaginal crypt, ramming it to the very hilt with a single violently powerful surging snap of his rotating hips. The softly delightful yielding walls rippled aside in waves of tantalizing ecstasy as his pulsating, throbbing shaft of thoroughly impatient cockflesh filled the depths of her tender young passage completely, spreading her obscenely skewered vaginal lips very wide with his eager penis as it rammed so far into her, she thought it was filling her belly.
"OOOOWWWAAAUUUGGGHHHH!" she softly gasped, her softly tender vaginal depths aflame with burning sensation as her tormentor's massively huge penis dug even deeper, continuing to painfully pierce the tenderness of her interior with the ruthlessness of his impaling thickness.
"UUUUNNNHHHH ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... HAVE PITY," she begged.
"If I pulled out now I wouldn't be having pity," Dell whispered. "Honey, get ready for the greatest fuck you've ever known."
Her sighing cries were continuing fuel for the fire in the man's aching loins, and he began slamming his turgidly aroused penis all the way up into her narrowly constricting passageway, pushing it back and forth again and again and again.
Dell was unable to believe how tight she was. He knew virgins who had been more open than this woman. She was unbelievable. To think, with something like this waiting for him here, her dumb husband was screwing up the entire countryside, leaving her fair game for any cock able to con her.
She was too much ... too much.
With his two hands, the man reached around the roundness of her lovely thighs and grasped her firm, slightly rounded belly, lifting her a little in order to achieve slightly deeper penetration. He heard her gasping for breath as his pulsating stiffness drove from behind, sinking deeper and deeper into the innocent depths of her tantalizingly delightful womanly interior. From the way she was moving it was obvious she had never been fucked in this position before. It was also obvious his cock was reaching into depths her husband's had never touched, probably because his was a smaller cock. But his was long enough to reach all the way into the deepest part of her and touch every nerve-ending in there and so drive her completely out of her mind. She was unquestionably his for the moment, and he intended giving her a fucking she would never forget.
"COME ON, ESTI, BACK UPON THE OLD PECKER. SUCK IT INTO THAT CUNT OF YOURS, HONEY," he encouraged.
His words made the forbidden licentious excitement Esti was feeling seem even more intense, and the adorably beautiful motel owner found herself grinding back harder and harder onto the thickness of his nakedly impaling shaft as she continually rocked her hips from side to side as his conquering phallus burrowed deeper and deeper into her defenseless vagina. Every delightful inward thrust brought new ripples of tantalizingly wicked desire coursing through her salaciously ravaged body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat underneath her, but the smoothness of her delectably rounded buttocks, still waving high in the air, grinding upward to meet his cruelly plundering lunges had an erotic movement all their own.
Dell's throbbingly swollen penis felt, to Esti, like a baseball bat that had been solidly shoved inside her stretched vaginal interior, but there was no longer any kind of pain attached to what the man was doing, just overwhelming waves of totally undiluted animal arousal that swept thrillingly over her in a surging fiery tide.
Reaching beneath her wriggling, sweat-soaked, squirming pelvis, Dell Pierce lifted her body a little higher, slamming his throbbingly stiffened cock deeper, then deeper into the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-starved vaginal causeway. His fleshy spear of driving cock slipped in and out of her hungrily clasping vaginal sheath very easily now, coated with a profuse quantity of her lubricating juices, the excess seeping from her clinging vaginal lips to trickle down her smoothly quaking thighs.
He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiffly throbbing member from the depths of her greedily munching vagina until only the bulbous tip remained between her tautly stretched cunt lips. like a hungrily voracious mouth the woman's wetly slavering cunt lips gripped the swollen knob of the man's eager phallus very tightly inside the warm shelter of her wetly clasping passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening lance of long, thick hardness to slide from their sucking grasp. There was no doubt about it in Dell Pierce's mind. This woman was his for the moment, and the two of them were seconds away from complete lascivious abandonment.
"OH MY GOD! MY GOD! DON'T STOP NOW! DON'T STOP! YES..." she screamed. "THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! HARDER ... HARDER ... PLEASE ... HARDER ... KEEP ON ... HARDER ... HARDER..."
Dell knew the grand finale was close at hand, and with every ounce of strength left in his thrusting body, he pounded all the more violently into the eager depths of her steam-heated cunt, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching his muscles in a desperate effort to contain the seething flood that filled his testicles so painfully he was certain they would explode.
He was going to climax. One more deep, grinding thrust, then another one, then another...
"IIIII'MMMMM ... UUUNNNHHH ... THERRRRE ... AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH!" she screamed out loud..."DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP..."
Slamming his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis solidly against the woman's wildly grinding buttocks, the black man buried his throbbingly pulsating penis right up to the hilt in Esti's wet and juicy furrow, thrilling to the clasp of her greedily sucking vagina. With a loud, gasping cry of relief he felt his hotly surging sperm boiling up inside his cock.
Pulling his penis from her cunt, he grabbed her hair and pulled her around, then shoved his pulsating organ into her mouth, saying, "YOU HAD A GOOD ONE, ESTI. NOW YOU CAN SUCK MY JIZZ, BABYYYYY ... AAAYYY-AAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAA-RRRGGGHHH AAAUUUWWWAAARRR-GGGHHH!"
Esti sucked, the taste of sperm filling her mouth. She didn't swallow, and it came overflowing out of her mouth, running down her chin, onto her neck, leaking onto the bed.
It was precisely at that moment that the door opened and Joe Calley walked in, a day early. He had left Rhoda after all, insistent on seeing for himself the truth about his wife.
"My God! Esti!" he gasped. "You're disgusting!"
"URRRGGHHHLLMMPPPP ... AAA-GGGGHHHH ... JOE ... JOE..." she gagged, splitting the white cream from between her lips, letting it fall on her breasts as she saw her husband standing in the doorway.
"Those guys in the hall were right. They did see you in here with him. This ties it, Esti. I'm packing up and leaving, Esti. You and I are through. I promised your folks the dowry they gave me would look after you. Fine. You keep the motel. It's in your name. I'm going to Alabama and get me a quickie divorce. I don't want you to talk to me, and I don't want to hear another word from you. I see all there is to see, and there isn't a thing you can say that'll make me change my mind.'
Turning he stomped out of the room, and Esti stared after him as the door shut. Outside the door, in the hallway, a crowd of truckers had gathered, and they had been peering in, looking at her naked body with Dell Pierce's sperm running down her throat and dripping onto her breasts.
"My God!" Esti gasped. "What am I going to do? How can I get along without him? I need him?"
"Do you love him?" Dell asked.
"I-I don't know ... I guess so."
"You're just used to him," Del told her. "He's kinda like a habit, a bad habit. You may not believe it now, Esti, but this is the best thing that could've happened to you. Any ass who walks out on a woman without listening to an explanation stinks in my book. Believe me, Esti, you're still young. You'll do better, lots better."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day was a gloomy one for Esti. Dell Pierce left in the early morning, and he left fifty dollars behind in addition to the price of his room. He also left a note telling Esti he would be back in a few weeks.
Esti was miserable. Joe had kept his word, all right. He had packed up everything and had gone. Oddly, Esti's misery stemmed from the fact that she was used to Joe, and his not being around anymore was something she had to accept. For the first time she realized Dell Pierce was right. She didn't feel love for her husband beyond physical passion. But then, if the passion she felt for her husband, the same passion she was able to feel when being fucked-yes fucked-by those two other men wasn't love, did the emotion exist beyond the movies and romance novels? If so, would she ever discover it.
If business had been good before, it doubled once again, and for the next two weeks profits really rolled in. At least she wouldn't starve . . .well not until the truckers discovered that she wouldn't put out. She was well aware this was why they came to the motel, every one of them.
The following day, a limousine pulled up in front of the motel in the early evening. By that time Esti was out of her green uniform and wearing a simple cotton dress as she took her turn behind the motel desk.
The man who walked in wore a five hundred dollar suit, an expensive tie, and had diamond rings on both hands.
"Mrs. Calley? he asked, walking over to the front desk.
He was a gaunt man, built along the lines of John Carradine when, the man had starred in Bluebeard, back in the late thirties. This man was very dark, almost like an Arab, and he had sunken, piercing eyes, a thin nose, and a large, handlebar mustache.
"Yes," Esti nodded. "I'm Mrs. Calley."
"I have a little business proposition I want to discuss with you, but I want to make certain we aren't overheard."
"We can go into the office..."
"I'd rather we go in my car."
"Look, Mr., I don't even know you."
"Forgive me, I'm Elihu Belson," he told her.
"Belson? Belson Trucking?"
"Precisely. I own the entire line. I'm thinking of making your place a mandatory truck stop for the men who work for the company. This way, you'll bill the company for whatever the men run up in expenses, and you'll be paid once a month, at the end of every month."
"That sounds very interesting," Esti nodded.
"Now will you come for a ride?"
"Now," she nodded, "I'll come for a ride."
She and Belson climbed into the rear of the limousine, and the chauffeur started the car up and drove off.
"Now," Belson continued as the car drove slowly, "let's get down to business."
Esti noticed the car windows were all one-way mirrors, where anyone inside was able to look out, but no one outside was able to see in. Everything about the limousine was pure luxury.
"You just about summed everything up in the motel," she told him. "Look, I hope we don't stay out too long. I left Pat in charge of the desk, and she's not the most competent worker."
"I saw her," Belson nodded. 'From now on you'd do better to keep her outside, pumping gas."
"She's reliable," Esti replied.
"Mmmmm. I think in the future you're going to need at least two or three other reliable women, all goodlookers like yourself."
"What are you driving at?" Esti asked.
"My outfit has well over two thousand trucks on the road today, and almost six hundred of them go past your motel every week."
"Don't I know it," Esti nodded. "I also know that except for an occasional maverick, almost none of them stop at my motel."
"How many units do you have in the motel?"
"About a hundred and twenty," she told him.
"By next year you'll be adding another three hundred and eighty, and even that won't be big enough."
"Keep talking," Esti told him.
"In the next year, I can arrange to have three hundred to five hundred truckers stopping at your motel each week for nightly layovers. All you have to do is send in a signed copy of their bills, and at the end of the month my accountant will send you a certified check for the amount. Right now, what's the average cost of a room for the night?"
"Twenty dollars."
"Fine, we'll pay twenty-five, plus..."
"Plus?"
"Plus whatever fee you deem reasonable for special services." "Special services?"
"It's like this, Mrs. Calley. Our men have, on occasion, found themselves women who were afflicted with some minor social disease. Precious days were lost until they were cured. Now we're well aware of the human male need for feminine companionship. If our men were to get it from a reputable establishment..."
"Mr. Belson, are you suggesting I open a whore house?"
"To be perfectly frank, Mrs. Calley, that is precisely what I'm suggesting. It would be even nicer were you to become personally involved with those men making the largest hauls ... sort of to give them an incentive. This way, they'll stay with the company, be more than happy to continue on this particular run, and the company will not only save a lot of man hours, but will have greater profits since it's obvious there'll be less sick outs. Needless to say, you don't have to limit your ladies to our truckers, however, we do require preferential treatment."
"Mr. Belson, what you're suggesting is monstrous."
"Not at all," the man insisted. "It's a well known fact that your present troubles stem from your husband having caught you in flagrante delicto. If I'm being crude, it's to save time. I haven't the time for diplomatic nonsense. What we're trying is radically different. Obviously you won't be expected to offer yourself to every man who comes along, but each of our truck drivers will stop at your place because he'll know he'll not only have a place that will service his truck overnight, but he'll have good food, a warm bed, and a warm woman in the bed. If you're willing to agree to these terms, there's no reason why, after all expenses, you won't be able to clear at least thirty-five thousand dollars a year, and probably considerably more. Together, you and your husband didn't make anywhere near that kind of money. Fifteen or twenty years of something like this and you'll be able to have enough money saved up to retire and do whatever pleases you by the time you're fifty or fifty-five. Now I haven't the time to waste waiting for you to make a half-hearted, thought-over decision. I'm asking for an immediate decision right now. I'll let you select all your own women, and until you do, you won't be required to sleep with any more men in a week than you think you, yourself, can comfortably handle."
Esti's head was in a whirl. The man was suggesting she become a whore. The idea was unthinkable ... and yet ... yet ... what choice did she have? It wouldn't be much longer before the other truckers saw she really wasn't putting out for anyone, and business would fall back to its level prior to the start of the flying rumors. She would have to struggle and eke out a living for the rest of her life. Retire? Hell! She'd be dead before fifty if she had to continue at the pace at which she had been working recently. With enough help, even if the motel was expanded to handle as many as five hundred separate guests at a time, she would be able to live like a decent human being. As for his suggestion that she sleep with truck drivers ... hell, she had slept with one for eleven years and it hadn't hurt her. Imagine, a man in bed almost anytime she wanted one.
"All right, Mr. Belson," she nodded. "You have a deal."
"Fine. I'll have the papers on your desk when we get back to the motel. I had the liberty of having them drawn up in anticipation of a possible agreement on your part. However, my driver will be taking the long, long way back, and I'd like to get a sample of what my men will be getting."
"Sure," Esti nodded, already feeling like a hard-bitten tramp. "Why not! Sample the merchandise before buying."
"Not exactly," Belson told her, pushing his hand inside her dress top, letting his fingers slide into the cup of her brassiere. He kept going until his squeezing fingertips were finally surrounding Esti's puffy pink nipple. "You see, I've made the purchase, sight unseen, and now that I've bought, I'd like to sample the goods. Speaking of goods, it seems as if I've found a particle of real value here," he chuckled.
Good Lord! Esti thought, The man's a lecher, but he's also an out-and-out jerk.
"I'm not the kind of man who appreciates working in the dark, if you get my meaning," Belson said to her, unzipping the back of her dress, "let's get a good look at those tits of yours and see what value my men will be receiving for my money."
Esti sighed with resignation, finally nodding and shrugging her pretty shoulders, helping the morbidly gaunt tycoon slip her dress from her body. He was careful not to ruin it. Then he undid her brassiere and took it off as well, letting it fall on the floor of the car's rear. Her ripe breasts all but hit him in the eye as he turned her around to face him.
"Oh damned!" Elihu Belson uttered, smiling wolfishly. His eyes were glued to the fullness of her lovely breasts, staring at the rich pinkness. "For a woman of your size you have the largest set of solid breasts I've ever seen."
Esti began warming up to her task. Tycoons were no different than truck drivers when it came to sex. She gave the somewhat uncouth executive a broad grin. She knew that she was well stacked. Hell! Had she been six inches taller her breasts would have still been too large for her body. Her waistline was a mere twenty-one inches, and her size thirty-eight breasts with the D cups made her look extremely top heavy, until one was able to see how well-shaped the rest of her was.
At the moment, Elihu Belson was not able to see too much of the rest of Esti's figure. He was concentrating his gaze on the slender woman's full breasts. Man! They were not only big, but were full and as firm as the breasts of any teenager. Their small pink tips had been very tiny dots, but the nipples were starting to grow inside the circles of delightful roseate color. Her jiggling breasts made the man hungrily salivate.
"I see where you and I are really going to have some fun this evening," Belson grinned, bending low and sucking her right nipple into his anxious mouth.
Without realizing it, Esti moaned as the man's warm mouth hungrily enveloped her lovely breast. Not since that night with Dell Pierce had any man touched her body. She had been so deep in a pit of self-pity that she had ignored the crying wants and needs of her physical being. Now she realized how hungry she was to be properly fucked. She was in dire need of love-all the more so now that her husband had abandoned her. Her simmering vagina was in need of a good stiff penis, and her mouth longed to fill itself with a male organ as well. She had become addicted to cocksucking in only one session, just as she ached to have her vagina lapped and her breasts constantly sucked. Even a hungry animal like Elihu Belson had lips, a tongue, and a cock.
"Aha! I see you like the way I suck your tits," Belson chuckled. "You're certainly no iceberg. Let's see if that little pussy of yours is as hot as the rest of you."
The trucking magnate continued sucking the nipple of Esti's right breast, violently nipping at the rubbery goodness of the tantalizing point in a way that caused all kinds of shuddering electrical sensations to run up and down Esti's moving spine. Her cunt opened and closed with seething passion as the woman with the dyed red hair felt herself shuddering with the desire to be fucked. Her fully swollen breasts were aflame with blistering desire. The nipples had grown to full size, solidly erect, and the hair covering her vaginal mount was already coated with the slickly heated juices seeping out and soaking the crotch of her thin white panties.
Esti was unable to believe what was happening to her. Instead of demurring and being afraid, she was inwardly chastising herself for not having done something like this with other men. She gasped and quivered, softly moaning as this almost oafish gaunt man pawed and nibbled at the tenderness of her delectable flesh. For the first time she realized she was a highly desire commodity, and she was going to make the men pay, all right.
"Fifty dollars," she gasped to Belson.
"What?" he asked, absently.
"In addition to twenty-five dollars for each room per night, I want an additional fifty dollars for those men requiring female companionship."
"That's pretty steep," Belson snapped.
"It's cheap and you know it," Esti told him. "I'm not only going to have to give half the money to the girls, but I have to pay for their room and board, and for the doctor I'll be forced to keep on the premises from now on. You see, every girl who works for me will have a daily checkup to make sure she hasn't contracted what you termed a social disease."
"All right, all right, all right," Belson finally agreed, feeling very mindless, wanting her now no matter what the cost.
Esti no longer felt ashamed for acting like a wanton, and pressed his head against her breast, allowing him to urge her on to any degrading act he might wish to perform. Horny as she was, she had total control over the situation, and she was going to make it pay and pay and pay.
"You're one helluva woman," Belson told her, making her realize it was no longer necessary to maintain control over herself. Esti was panting like a bitch in heat, her arms tightly wound around Elihu Belson's neck, tugging on his head, pressing her heatedly burning lips into his hair as she pulled his face all the more firmly into her breasts, thrilling to the way his hungering mouth continued working on her nipples. Her vagina had become a swampy morass of oily, dripping lubrication, just waiting to feel a length of cock buried in it.
"UMMMMMM ... OHHHHHHHHH ... HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHH . YESSSSSSS ... YESSSSSSSS ... YESSSSSSSS..." Esti crooned, her voice heavy with throbbing lust. "YESSSSSSSS ... SUCK MY BREASTS ... SUCK THEM, SUCK THEM, SUCK THEM!"
Abruptly, the trucking magnate pulled away from her, and as she lay against the back of the rear seat, noting the chauffeur had not once taken his eyes off the road, she watched Belson remove his clothing ... first the jacket, then unzipping and pulling down his pants, tugging them off without removing his shoes, and finally his removing his undershorts, revealing his throbbing cock. Though she had seen bigger, Esti had to admit she had also seen smaller. It was a wholesome cock, big enough to do a more-than-satisfactory job in the teeming tunnel of her anxious vagina.
"My goodness!" she gasped, pretending to be astonished at the length and breadth of the man's cock, knowing all men, even those who had two-inchers, were vain about their penises.
"It's all for you today, little lady," the hungrily anxious Belson told her, beaming. "Come ahead and take a little taste of it with your tongue and get it nice and wet before I push it into that lovely little pussy of yours."
"Yes, sure," she nodded.
"In the meantime, I'm going to fill my hands with those big tits of yours and really enjoy myself," he told her.
Esti wondered if she ought to protest a little and create the impression the man was conquering her, but Belson was already forcing her head down into his lap and she decided he wouldn't really appreciate any teasing on her part. She smelled the heady aroma of his penis, and she realized her mouth was watering. This was ridiculous, but it was true. Her mouth was watering. Dell Pierce had done something to her when he had fired his seed into her mouth. Now she salivated at the mere thought of a penis, and sucking one made her that much hotter. Having sucked that of Dell, the biggest, thickest cock in creation, she knew she would be able to handle this penis with no trouble whatsoever. It would be amusing to make him shoot in her mouth, and then see if he was capable of raising another erection in a short time.
"AAAAAANNNNNHHHHHHHH! THAT'S MORE LIKE IT! Belson gasped, sighing with thrilled satisfaction as the lovely woman's mouth opened wide enough to engulf the huge dome that was his cockhead.
The man writhed a little on the seat, driving a few more inches of his mammoth organ into the tight depths of the woman's tightly sucking mouth. The pretty redhead continued gulping and swallowing more and more of the length of his stiff cock, forcing her throat to relax so she was able to fit more of the phallic length into her mouth as the head pushed into the tightness of her narrow gullet.
"OHHHHHHHHH ... YYYYYEEEEE-AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! THAT'S THE RIGHT WAY TO DO IT, HONEY," Belson sighed, urging two more inches of his thick prick down her throat.
Esti tensed for a moment, and as a result she almost gagged. Then she relaxed, and the man's hands left her head and went to her breasts again, and the wantonness of what her mouth was doing to his cock, added to the continually mounting heat caused by the pressure of his fingers were causing flames to build higher and higher in the seething depths of her aching vagina. The sucking woman squirmed and rolled her body around until she had her vagina, still covered by panties, grinding against the upholstery. Her clitoris was rubbing against the delicately white, wet nylon of her bikini panties, and the thrilling waves of over-flowing satisfaction bubbling up from the depths of her sucking pussy combined with the thrilling jolts of pleasure caused by the pressure of the man's fingers as they continued manipulating her tender nipples were driving her wild. The sensations continued coursing through her body, inundating the woman with fiery ecstasy, making her suck all the more firmly as she realized that deep down she had always wanted to be a wanton tramp. Now, at last, it was all going to come true.
. "OMMMMMMGGGGGGMMMMMLLLLL-RRRRGGGGHHHHMMMPHHHHHHHH!" the lovely lady gurgled, his cock continually piercing her esophagus, trying to push even farther into her.
"HHHHUUUNNNHHHH!AAANNNNHH!" the gasping Belson wailed, ramming that last little inch of his throbbing cock into the narrow depths of Esti's tiny throat. "OOOOOOOOH! YOU'RE ONE HOT BITCH! SUCK IT! SUCK IT! KEEP ON SUCKING IT!"
Esti gagged and gasped, forcing herself to swallow her own saliva mixed with his oils to keep herself from drowning. Her mouth made one noisy gulp after another. The taste of a juicy cock in her mouth added to the friction of his hands on her breasts, plus the pressure of her vagina rubbing against the upholstery, moving frantically back and forth, was filling Esti with pleasure the like of which she had thought unimaginable.
"GONNA SHOOT.. .GONNA SHOOT..." the anxious man suddenly screamed out loud, pressing his hands on the back of Esti's head, cramming her mouth all the way down on his throbbing cock. "IT'S HEEEEEEERE ... OHHHHHHHHHHH ... YYYYYYEEEEEE-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGG-
HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHH! he bellowed.
A fire hose full of seething sperm boiled up into the tightness of the woman's sucking mouth. The overpowering pressure of his shooting semen almost ripped the flesh lining the palate of Esti's mouth as well as the delicate flesh in her gullet. Somehow, the vivacious redheaded woman kept her throat clamped on the corona of his violently geysering penis as a continuing torrent of seething semen burst from his spasming cock.
"UUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGLLLLLL-MMMMMMPHHHHHAAAAAWWWWWW-AAAAAUUUGGHH!" the woman gurgled, and this time, instead of letting the semen run from the corners of her mouth, she swallowed, drinking more and more of it, not believing herself capable of doing it as she somehow managed to continue sucking the hot fluid as quickly as it emerged from the head of his penis.
"OHHHHHHHH ... YESSSSSSSS ... THATTA GIRL! I HAD A FEELING THE MOMENT I SAW YOU THAT YOU REALLY KNEW HOW TO SUCK A COCK. THE BOYS DIDN'T EXAGGERATE ABOUT YOU." the man sighed with delighted pleasure as she drank the spurting cream from his throbbing cock. "LICK IT ALL DOWN, HONEY. JUST KEEP DRINKING AND SUCKING. THATTA GIRL!"
Esti mumbled softly, her small mouth still eating and sucking the last few dribbles of the trucking magnate's heavy flow. She ought to have hated herself for having given in so easily, but the more she sucked, the more she found she liked doing it, and she wasn't the least bit sorry about having done it. Now that the intense feeling was leaving his body and his cock was shrinking in her mouth, Esti realized she had enjoyed the pressure of it in her throat. Had the penis remained swollen just a little bit longer, she would have had a climax of her own, in her throat. That would have really been something.
Spitting the spent penis out of her mouth, semen still clinging to the organ, the redheaded woman sat up on the seat and pulled her soft breasts from the greedily grasping fingers of the man with whom she was going into business.
Picking up her brassiere, she was attempting to put it back on when she was suddenly aware the car had stopped. Not only had it stopped, but they were parked in a small lane of trees, and with the darkness now just about descended, it would have been impossible for the car to be seen unless someone walked right up to it.
"Hey, Mr. Belson, just what the devil is going on here?" she wanted to know, and suddenly stiffened as she realized the window between the front and back seat had been lowered, and the chauffeur was leaning over the rear of the front seat and cupping her breasts with his two hands from behind.
Esti squirmed and turned, realizing she had been so busy fellating Elihu Belson and concentrating on her own enjoyment that she had totally ignored the chauffeur. He was climbing over into the huge rear seat.
"Ahhh, Mrs. Calley, this is Alan, my chauffeur. I think you'll find him every bit as enjoyable as me. While I'm recovering, Alan will play with you, and afterward, the three of us will play sandwich."
Alan was a tall, handsome, younger man with large, broad shoulders, and he grinned gratefully at his employer, displaying a set of perfect white teeth. He wasted no time in undoing his uniform pants, and like his boss, pulled them off while leaving his shoes on. His shorts were next to go.
All this time, Esti, taken totally aback by what was happening, stared, unable to believe it. A boss, sharing his woman with his chauffeur.
"You must have very little respect for me to just turn me over to the hired help," Esti snapped at Belson.
"Don't be ridiculous," Belson replied. "Alan drives for me, just like the men who wheel my trucks. If you wish, charge off what he does to you. Your first fifty dollar payment, if you will, but don't be snobbish. As you can see, Alan is as well built as I am. Just relax and enjoy it."
"Well, nobody asked me," Esti snapped again.
"Oh, cut the crap and come here already," Alan insisted, squeezing her breasts.
"Oh, no you don't," the lovely motel owner desperately cried out, doing her best to anxiously tug and yank her full mammaries from the chauffeur's squeezing fingers.
"Oh, yes I do," Alan insisted, his voice a pleasant baritone, filling the closed car.
The strong young man closed his fingers firmly around the woman's nipples, pinching them until the lovely female was moaning, feeling actual pain because of the pressure. He squeezed even harder, making the buds tingle, and Esti gasped, feeling pain in her breasts she had never known before as the agony shot through her like burning embers of coal. Even so, bad as it hurt, she was determined not to scream.
"Let's stop all this nonsense, Mrs. Calley," the youthful chauffeur insisted. "I don't want to hurt you. All I want to do is fuck you a little. I'm after your lovely ass. So be good enough to pull down your panties and bend over. Make it easy for both of us."
Esti was still afraid, and looked up in somewhat frightened disbelief at Elihu Belson. The trucking company owner smiled wisely at her, doing absolutely nothing to stop his employee. Indeed, the lovely lady noticed somewhat bitterly as she kneeled there that her predicament was building heat in the magnate, and his soft penis was stiffening again. She quivered a little as she felt the driver's hands touching her buttocks.
"Come on, come on," Belson said to her. "This is all in good fun. You might say this final sandwich will seal the deal. Be a good girl, huh."
Though Esti did nothing to help Alan, she didn't stop him when he began peeling down her panties. He even pulled them from her feet, one at a time, and dropped them on the front seat. Then he hoisted her half slip up around her waist, completely baring her vagina and rear end. At the moment she looked like a little child with cloth wrapped around her waist, but otherwise totally naked. Belson leaned forward and pulled the half slip up and off her body, now leaving her completely nude. As far as he was concerned, she looked better that way.
"From what I saw, looking in on the tail end of that blow job, she sucked fantastically," Alan was saying. "Let's see if she can move her ass as well as she can move her head."
Alan squatted behind her, actually sitting on one of the two jump seats as she stood bent-over, slowly pushing his thick cock into the wet slit between her vaginal lips. He encountered no resistance whatsoever other than the natural tug of her inner membranes as he rammed his penis the entire length into her seething pussy, getting it all coated with her slick vaginal juices. He slapped his cock in so hard, his testicles thwacked solidly against her clitoris. The pressure of his cock in her vagina made Esti that much more inflamed, and she quivered, gasping out an involuntary sigh. It was a sound of pure and total pleasure as the long, thick cock sank to its full length in the tight depths of her steaming inner tunnel.
"She has one tight cunt, Mr. Belson," Alan told his employer, smiling, giving Esti a few hasty thrusts of his massive lance to emphasize his point as sucking sounds echoed throughout the car. "I think you'll really enjoy this juicy little vagina. Especially when I make it even tighter."
"I have no doubt I will," the trucking magnate nodded, watching intently as his handsome chauffeur tugged his throbbing cock from the depths of Esti's narrow cunt, and then placed the glistening tip of his ramrod-like spear firmly against the tiny pucker of her ass-hole.
"Time to have fun with a flesh gun," Alan laughed out loud, and slowly pushed the thick head of his cock against her ass-hole.
"UUUUUUNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!" Esti gasped, first realizing now what the chauffeur was trying to do. He was going to fuck her ass literally. When he had said something about her ass before, she had accepted it as the vernacular for wanting her vagina. She'd had no idea he actually meant her rectum. Totally unprepared for what he was doing, she didn't have a chance to tighten her sphincter, and as a result, the heavy prick pushed past the muscular ring and began instantly burying itself in the depths of her anus. The idea of anal sex had never once occurred to her, and thinking about it now made her consider it a depraved thing.
Esti had thought Dell Pierce a pervert when he had made her suck his cock, and again, afterward, when he had fired his sperm down her throat. Now she was fast realizing there was no such thing as perversion when it came to sex ... certainly not as far as men were concerned. Her fists had tightened into knuckled balls, and she almost bit into her tongue, gritting her teeth to hold back the agony she was feeling. She knew the chauffeur would not stop until the entire length of his penis had penetrated her narrow rectum and colon.
Alan was as horny as the proverbial bull moose. He smiled as he drove his long cock into the tightness of the woman's squeezing, quivering ass, enjoying the way her cheeks trembled. He shoved harder and harder until every pulsing inch was crammed into the heated narrow dryness of her rectal channel.
"HHHHHAAAAUUUUNNNNGGGHHH!" the redheaded woman choked, feeling the weight of the man's hairy testicles slap against her dribbling pussy as the head of his penis buried itself in her large intestine.
"See, Mr. Belson," Alan laughed. "I knew I'd fit without too much trouble."
Both men laughed as the chauffeur tugged his throbbing cock halfway out of her ass, and then proceeded to hammer it right back in again.
"THE HELL IT FITS," Esti gasped, feeling pain. "YOU ... UHHHH ... LOUSY SON OF A BITCH ... AAAANNNNHHHH ... YOU'RE KILLING ME..."
The two men roared with delight, and Alan began regularly pumping the throbbing penis in and out of her rectal opening with strong repeated strokes. Again and again his stiffly heated masculine organ barreled in and out of the glove-tightness of Esti's bunghole.
The woman whimpered with anguish, then looked up at despair at Elihu Belson. She wanted to plead with him to make the chauffeur stop, but by now she knew pleading only incensed men even more, and she bit back her pleas. She noticed Belson's cock was once again as stiff as a piece of lead pipe, and she wondered if he expected her to blow him while she was suffering this anguish.
"Now, dear lady, it's time to see if you'll be able to take on two of my truckers at the same time," Belson told her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean it's time to see how you react as the filling in a sandwich. You're about to be double-fucked.
The lovely woman's mind was churning and spinning because of the pain she was feeling, as well as the confusion at having been so easily worked into this. She knew the man hadn't taken her for a ride simply to fuck her, but if, for any reason whatsoever, he didn't have all the contracts he promised he'd have, she'd find some way to castrate him before he drove off. What the hell was a double fuck anyway? She wondered what he meant by saying she was about to become the filling in a sandwich.
"Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped.
"It's simple," Belson laughed. "While my chauffeur fucks your ass, I will proceed to fuck your cunt, which is now considerably tighter because of the pressure of his cock in your ass."
"YOU'RE ... UUUNNNNHHHH ... CRAZY!" Esti gasped. "PLEASE ... NO! YOU CAN'T FUCK ME AT THE SAME TIME ALAN DOES. MY VAGINA'S TOO NARROW. YOU'LL RIP ME APART ... PLEASE ... N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O..."
Even as she cried out, she saw Belson sliding forward on the seat, using his legs to prop her thighs apart as he stared up into her bent-over face. Alan was pushing her forward and down, and she found her knees pressing into the upholstery on either side of Belson's thighs as her puckered cunt hovered over his long prick. Belson gripped his cock and held it upright, and Alan shoved harder, pushing her down, down, down. Her labia touched the tip of his penis and quivered, but Esti found herself helpless to fight these men. She was unable to resist what they were doing to her. The heavy knob of Belson's glans pushed, parting her tiny little defenseless vaginal mouth with such pressure that there was actually an audible pop. The incredibly stiff and throbbing length of penis attached to the trucking magnate shoved itself farther and farther into the narrow corridor of the redhead's vagina.
"OHHHHHH ... UUUUNNNNHHHHHH ... NO ... NO ... NO..." Esti whined as the second penis pushed into her, making her feel as if her soaking pussy and raw rectum were about to be torn open. She was crying now, sobbing, and she found the pain unbearable as the rhythmic tempo of the two men increased. They found the beat, so to speak, and the two began drilling their pricks ever deeper into her rectum and vagina, each rubbing against the other with an elastic membrane of flesh the only thing separating them. She felt speared right up to her heart, and yet Esti found herself automatically moving in rhythm with the two penises.
"YES, THATTA WAY, YES," the owner of the trucking company gasped, reaching forward and grabbing Esti's full and hobbling breasts. "THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT. JUST KEEP PUMPING YOUR BODY BACK AND FORTH, RIDE BOTH COCKS, AND SOON YOU'LL BE SUCKING THE HOT SPERM OUT OF THE TWO OF US."
Esti wondered if she was becoming as perverted as the two men. Inwardly she ached to tell Elihu Belson she didn't want his vile fluids spurting into her genital area, but his aroused words caused her to glance down at the way he was plugged into her. Even though she had once again tried fighting it, Esti realized her body was betraying her again, and there just wasn't a thing she was able to do about it. Her brown-fringed pussylips were solidly sucking on the man's solidly up-thrust shaft as surely as her mouth had sucked, and her breasts felt as if they were palpitating beneath the heavy pressure of the man's squeezing fingers. She realized the pain in her rectum was slowly fading away now, and her round ass-cheeks were rolling back to meet each of Alan's solid lunges, continually letting him push his cock right to the balls in her bunghole.
"OHHHHH ... HHHHHUUUUUNNNNN-HHHHH..."she murmured, no longer trying to fight back the delicious heated pulsations she felt in her rectum and tantalized vagina. The pain continued fading away, completely overcome and superseded by the burning, throbbing waves of delectable pleasure.
Sure enough, it was happening again. She was enjoying the sexual contact, even though it felt depraved.
The voluptuous Esti had to confess to herself that the throbbing, thrilling dilations taking place in her vagina and rectum, added to the thrills she was feeling in her breasts, was as strong as anything she had ever felt with her own husband. The flashes of delight were becoming so overpowering and intense she was starting to gasp and thrill with every thrust. Now, more than ever, she realized Joe had been more of a habit on whom she had come to depend, rather than a man she loved. As far as she was concerned, love was for fairytales from now on.
"UNNNNHHHH ... OHHHHH ... AAA-NNNNNHHHH ... YESSSSS ... OOOOOH--. . . HHHHAAAAANNNNHHH ... MORE..." she gasped out in a lust-filled voice charged with desire.
"YEAH, LADY, YEAH!" Alan continued groaning. "YOU WANT IT ... UNNNHHHH ... DON'T . . .UUUNNNHHH . . .YOU! YOU WANT MY HOT SPERM FILLING YOUR ASS."
Esti wanted it all right, but she was beginning to discover a certain amount of self-control. This time she had no intention of admitting how much she enjoyed what was happening to her, or how much she wanted to feel more of it. It was time to make herself that much more desirable by appearing vague in terms of what she was feeling. Even if she felt as if the whole world was exploding, she would never again put into words what men such as these wanted to hear.
"Come on, tell us," Belson insisted, stopping his thrusts into her vagina.
"That's right," Alan insisted, chortling as he followed his employer's lead, no longer stroking his throbbing cock into the woman's crushing rectum.
This time Esti was not to be denied her victory. She knew they wanted to finish fucking her even more than she wanted to be fucked, and so she silently half-sat, half-knelt there, the thicknesses of the two swollen penises lodged inside her, all but splitting her open, making her want them to slice her right down the middle with the lust she was feeling. The pressure of their cocks continued building thrills in her, for even though they had stopped moving, both penises were flexing inside her, building the sensations in her higher and higher. She was feeling a tingling sensation in her rectum as the thick cock pressed against heated nerve endings in there, letting her know she was about to have a dual orgasm. She was going to climax in both her vagina and rectum simultaneously.
"N-no!" she gasped. "I won't say a thing. If you men want to pull out, you just go ahead and do it. Otherwise, shut up and fuck!"
"Wise bitch!" Alan gasped.
"Fuck or get out of my ass," she gasped.
"Seems we don't have much choice," Elihu Belson laughed, realizing he'd picked himself a real winner here. She wouldn't take any nonsense from his crew. Yeah, she'd handle them all right, and keep all of them in line.
Alan was unable to speak at this point. He simply shoved his long, thick cock deep into the tightness of the woman's rectum, and he began working it circularly, around and around and around. The pressure intensified the feelings in Esti's vagina, as her cunt narrowed around Belson's cock, and the upper wall, with all the over-sensitive nerve endings quivered and shuddered, building the heat to greater heights in the thrilled woman's shuddering torso.
"OHHHHHHNNNNNHHHHHH! AAAAA-NNNNHHHHHH! YESSSS ... GOOD ... AAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAGGGGHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHH-NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA!" Alan bellowed out loud, and proceeded to splatter a jet of heatedly sticky white sauce into her large bowel.
The onslaught of boiling, bubbling semen in the depths of her rectum released another set of shivering tremors in the lust-fired body of Esti Calley. The lovely woman with the dyed red hair moaned and felt delirious joy rampaging through her shuddering body.
"OHHHHHHH . . .YYYYYEEEEEAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!" Elihu Belson bellowed, and he began spurting what was left of his semen into the narrow tightness of her orgasming vagina.
Spurt after spurt of heatedly warm semen filled the woman's wriggling body in both lower holes as the two men emptied the contents of their balls into her. All too soon it came to an end, and Esti realized she would have gladly taken more, had the men been physically capable of it.
CHAPTER SIX
Eight months passed. Spring turned to summer, summer turned to fall, and fall became winter. The new wing to ESTI'S was going up in spite of the icy weather, and in a few more months it would be completed. Elihu Belson had greatly underestimated the kind of money Esti would be making. In the eight months since she had signed the agreement with Belson, she had, after taxes and expenses, netted almost twenty thousand dollars, almost all of which went into ten percent six month certificates in the bank. Once the new section of the motel was completed, she expected to net more than twice as much, probably closer to four times as much.
Esti was a tyrant when it came to running her motel, but everyone who worked for her loved her. The women were all young ladies, many fresh out of college, undecided about how to make a living, not wanting to be stuck in a secretarial job from nine to five. Most of them laid on their backs two or three times a day with a different trucker each time, then spent the rest of the day lying in a bathing suit around the new, heated indoor pool in a room enclosed by thrmal glass that allowed onlookers to see them clearly.
Esti's became more than a stopping off place for truckers. Many salesmen also stopped by. True, Esti had to grease the local sheriff and give him his pick of the girls whenever he was horny, which was usually once or twice a week, but she was still clearing an unbelievable fortune.
Because Pat had been with her when things were at their worst, Esti kept the plain-faced woman on as a maid, doubling her salary.
She kept in direct touch with Elihu Belson by phone, and as a result knew which truckdrivers were deserving of "special attention." That particular January afternoon, she received a phone call from Belson telling her one of his better high bailers was heading in her direction for the first time. His name was Milton Daster, and he had been in the trucking business for nearly fifteen years, but this was the first time he was given a route that took him past Esti's place. As a result, Belson wanted Esti to be especially nice to him.
It was nearly suppertime when Daster pulled in. He was about five-feet-seven-inches tall, balding, and what hair he did have left was gray. He had clear blue eyes and a no-nonsense look about him that told Esti he was a man who had enjoyed many women in many places. When the lovely blonde desk clerk saw his registration card, she buzzed for Esti, who was in her office, and the ravishing owner of the motel came out to personally greet Daster.
"Hi," she said to him, shaking his hand. "I'm Esti, and you're welcome here."
Daster's eyes ran up and down her body, covered as it was with a pink silk robe that showed nothing, yet seemingly revealed everything.
"I was told to make a point of stopping here," Daster said to her. "I'm tired. Is my room ready?"
"I'll show you to it myself," Esti said, smiling.
The room had been completely remodeled and it was the most fantastic room Daster had ever seen. Actually, it was Esti's private bedroom, and this was where she entertained those in need of "special attention." It looked more like a motion picture set than a motion picture set did. Everything was red satin mingled with mirrors. The enormous rectangular bed was on a raised dais at the far end of the room, giving it the appearance of a throne. At the other end of the bedroom there was a sunken marble sauna bath, right in the bedroom itself. The room had been designed to Esti's express specifications, and had everything in it short of the proverbial kitchen sink.
Esti wasted no time. She knew the man needed a lot of sleep if he was going to continue his deliveries in the morning, and she smiled at him, giving him a true burlesque treatment, knowing this was what the hard-bitten truckers appreciated most of all. She strip-teased in front of him, doing a little dance, letting him admire her freshly bathed body in the flesh and in the mirrored walls all around. She had worked at improving her already magnificent figure, and now it was superb. Trim, lithe, athletic, like that of a tennis player or swinging champion. Everything was compactly in place. Her breasts were more swollen than ever before, almost totally out of proportion with the rest of her body, giving the impression she was slightly top heavy. Esti smiled, watching his eyes glue themselves to her breasts. She'd never met a man who hadn't gone crazy over her mammarial glands.
Milton Daster watched her with glistening eyes, his mind already anticipating what was to come. Sure he'd seen lots of bare-assed dames before, but he had to admit this was one special woman, and he intended really enjoying her. With them it was business-screwing for money. Esti had assured Daster she was interested in him for himself, telling him she wanted no money whatsoever from the man. This swelled his already inflated ego even more. His cock was already throbbing, twitching and drooling in his underpants as he stared at the deliciously naked loveliness of the woman.
"You're really something," he said, breathing heavily. "A guy doesn't normally get a reception like this. I heard all kinds of rumors about this place, but I found it impossible to believe, until now. Tell me, what do I get?"
"Whatever you want," Esti told him. "But, to be honest, I hope you want to fuck me as well as having your cock sucked. I mean a woman gets very hungry drinking all that soup while being fed such a little bit of meat."
"Shit! I'm going to give it to you seven ways from Sunday," he snapped, and he reached out and grabbed her large breasts as she walked into reach, squeezing them like a cooking expert testing a pair of honeydew melons. They were ripe, all right, at the peak of eating perfection, but that would wait. He hurriedly began removing his clothing, letting everything fall where it landed. Esti would have his clothes freshly laundered by the time he was ready to leave in the morning.
"You're nicely hung," she said, at first a little disappointed, inwardly, because his soft penis looked so tiny.
"You can use that sweet mouth of yours to make it nice and big, and don't worry. You aren't going to get the jizz down your throat."
His hands gripped her shoulders and he made her kneel in front of him. She stared at his hairy chest, his slightly round belly, and then his firm thighs on the way down.
"Yes, lord and master," she whispered, making him feel all powerful over her.
Milton Daster was a no-nonsense man. When with a woman for whom he paid good money, he brooked no interference on her part in what he wanted. However, this was the first time in a long time he was with a woman for whom he hadn't paid, and he was enjoying himself, giving orders. Not used to a woman accepting him for himself, he had been worried about the relationship between them. When he paid he had a right to call all the shots. Now that he wasn't paying, he was worried that she might try taking control of the situation. Therefore, when he put his hands on her shoulders and she sank to her knees, he was more than a little pleased.
Esti was now on her knees on the rich, lush blue carpeting in the room. Her face was directly in front of his seething crotch. His was the strangest cock she had ever encountered, seemingly retracting until nothing but the purple-tinted, circumcised tip was visible inside a mass of gray pubic hair. It reminded her of one of the girls who worked for her, who had tiny little nipples that" seemed to retreat into her breasts until her pink areolae were two silver dollar-sized circles with what looked like tiny bullet holes in them. However, once the girl became sexually aroused, when a man played with her swollen breasts, the two nipples popped out like a pair of pink thimble-sized beauties. Esti soon discovered Milton Daster's cock was the exact same thing, only penilely instead of mammarially. It was like an old-fashioned hand telescope that seemingly swelled and grew in sections.
"Come on, come on," Daster said impatiently. "I'm not one of your run-of-the-mill guys. I can make my cock grow almost instantly after shooting off. Take my cock in your mouth."
"I thought I wasn't supposed to get soup," she teased.
"All good meals require soup before meat," he told her. "Don't worry. I've never failed yet. Suck me off, drain my balls, and you'll see, I'll fuck you afterward, but good."
"Sure now?"
"If you swallow every last drop of my sperm, I promise you won't leave here without being solidly fucked."
Esti leaned forward and took the ripe purple head in her sucking mouth. It was like sucking in a fat strawberry. She used her tongue to wash it and tickle it, then squeezed the glans with her lips and guns. Almost immediately it began to swell and erect like a huge sectional flagpole. In a matter of mere minutes she found herself pumping her head back and forth, taking long strokes, straining, forcing the tip into her gullet as she worked to get her mouth to cover all of it. Her lips pressed down on the hair-surrounded base, and she was barely able to touch his scrotum sac with the tip of her tongue.
"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," Daster gasped. "YOU GOT SOME TERRIFIC MOUTH THERE, BABY. NOW USE A HAND TO PLAY WITH MY NUTS, AND USE A FINGER IN MY ASS," he insisted, playing the role of dominant male to the hilt.
Esti smiled to herself, then set about sucking his throbbing cock in earnest. Soon she was making a constant round trip all along the full length of the organ, moving from the knobby tip with the slit in it right down to the base, where his scrunched-up testicles hung. Then she would slide her mouth from the organ and let her tongue lick along the urethra pressing against the underside from within. Her trickling tongue moved around and around, the tip making little barber pole patterns, like some orally erotic maypole dance. Occasionally she'd stop licking it and blow cool air all over it, watching the effect her whispering breath had on the fiery meat covered with a mixture of her saliva and his penile oil. Then she would slide her lips right back down, moving her head slowly, torturously.
Her lips would go to the base, then slide all the way back. Then she would take the head tentatively into her mouth, licking and sucking the glans and corona, making the man go wildly out of his mind. Daster had to admit she was really terrific. He loved everything she was doing to his orally tortured tool, but he wanted more. He wanted all she had to offer. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the ears and pulled her all the way down on it violently.
Esti pulled her mouth from his cock, then said, "Let go of my ears, Mr. Daster. I know what I'm doing. You'll see. Just stand there and enjoy it."
Her mouth began working on his throbbing cock in earnest, giving it the kind of oral massage that had made her name a legend in the past few months. She did it ever so slowly, sucking it in a bit at a time, sliding all the way forward, gulping the throbbing head into her throat, then pulling all the way back until the glans were trapped between her gently nipping teeth. Then her head was moving forward again, and she was sucking more of it inside, tugging it down her throat even deeper, pulling it into her gullet in stages, deeper and deeper, the way his penis had seemingly grown.
"Holy shit!" he gasped. "Lady, you are one incredible cocksucker!" he informed her, telling her something dozens of his compatriots had previously told her as he stared at the way she gobbled his throbbing lance. He ran his fingers through her hair, half petting her head, half urging her to take down every last little bit of his pulsating penis to the last little millimeter.
Esti didn't have to be told just how good she was when it came to cocksucking. Thanks to Dell Pierce, who showed up at the motel once or twice a month, she had become addicted to fellatio, and was well aware from this man who had the biggest of all cocks and who, with her present, had fucked and been blown by every one of her girls, that when it came to sucking prick, she was a queen, and was also well enough aware to know just why she was so good. She had become so expert at it for the simple reason she enjoyed it. Most women sucked on the head of a man's prick, as if they were doing him some kind of ultimate favor. They sucked as if they were slurping on the head of a cobra. Their mental attitude was, "Must I? Do I have to do this?" But ever since the night Dell Pierce had fired his seed into her mouth, Esti's attitude had been, "Yummy! I can't wait to do it!" Even though she liked fucking even more than sucking, she loved sucking a good cock, and this was what made her such a superb fellatrice. Her constant practice, sucking not only Dell's cock but that of just about every man she slept with, now had made her well aware of a fundamental understanding of human nature that predetermined how far along the road to success any individual will go no matter what his or her undertaking was in life. Though luck did play a certain role in helping determine a person's success in life, and a certain amount of dedication helped, as well, what really made a person successful in what he or she was doing was a positive mental attitude. Esti had embraced this important ideology to the fullest, figuring it was totally impossible for her to do a good job if she only did it for the money involved. Since this was becoming her life's work, it was not only important to be good at it, but to like it. Hell! It wasn't as if she was doing something that had to do with filth. A penis was as clean as the rest of the human body, if properly washed. If she encountered one that smelled, she would wash it first, then enjoy sucking on it. But the most important thing was to enjoy her work so much, it no longer seemed like work to her. It was something she had learned to love more than food or drink, or even the reward she was reaping by doing it. Thus she had unwittingly become an ultimate success in her chosen field of endeavor. Yes, she had chosen it. Elihu Belson had pointed the way for her, but she had the right to yea or nay it. So she had applied herself vigorously to becoming a success, and as a result was the ultimate fellatrice and lovemaker. Her success was in direct relationship to the fact that she was getting a thrill from doing what she was doing. She would rather suck cock than eat a chocolate hot fudge sundae covered with whipped cream. Thus she was the ultimate artist when it came to what was commonly called the blow job.
Her mouth was all the way down on his massive cock, her sensitive lips tickled by the man's bristly hair on his pelvis. With her working tongue she was able to sense the tightness in his pulsating cock where his urethra met the tubes leading from his testicles. At any moment that large tube was going to begin throbbing and pulsating, and soon it would unleash a torrent of heavy white fluid, and the flood of his aching testicles would come pouring into the acqueduct of his urethra and spew a frothy flood of delicious seminal fluid down the drain of her tightly sucking throat.
"Oh damned!" Daster gasped, encouraging her to continue. "Stroke that cock two or three more times with your mouth and you'll get all the juice, honey. You know damn well it's what you want. I can tell from the way you're sucking me it's what you want. You want the hot sperm from my balls to fill that sweet mouth of yours. You've been working hard to get it. Now you're gonna get your well deserved reward."
You're really all heart, you son of a bitch! Esti thought to herself, though it was no time for her to pull her mouth off to attempt an answer. The thickness of his spongy head in her gullet was massaging the nerve endings within, and she was building to an orgasm of her own. She continued to gently squeeze the man's balls gently as she wiggled her finger around and around in his rectum to signify she was agreeing to everything he said.
"ANNNGGGHHH ... SSSWWWAAA-LLLOWWW ... IIITTT ... AAAALLLL ... EEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHH!" he bellowed, and he began blasting every last bit of his frothing load right into the beautiful woman's mouth. "SUUUCCCKKK ... MEEE ... DDRRY . . .UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Her head bobbed faster and faster as she continued sucking, and the moving head rubbed her nerve endings repeatedly, and then she was gargling out her own climax as she gasped, "UUUUUU-RRGGLLMMPHH A AUU WW AAGGLLGGH!"
She sucked vibrantly, and when the last drop of his starchy semen had finally trickled down her throat and she had sucked and tongued his genitals repeatedly until there wasn't a visible drop of semen left, she took her mouth from his penis, and the two of them walked over to the sauna tub together. It was already filled with water, and they slid in together, the heated, circulating water coming up to their necks as they sat side-by-side on the little cement ledge that circled the wall of the tub. Little Jacuzzi whirlpool jets of aerated water soothed and massaged and tickled the skin, doing all kinds of wonderful things to the two of them. The throbbing waters also proved to have wonderful restorative powers sexually. Esti had the man sitting over one of the thrilling jet sprays, making it massage his testicles and swirl around his half-shrunk penis, tickling it, arousing it, building it again until it was once more a throbbing long length of pulsating cock, up and raring to go. She had moved her own cunt over a similar jet, and she had douched herself out with it.
Milton Daster was delighted with the hydro jet whirlpool treatment, and soon realized why she had brought him to the tub so quickly after sucking him off. He eased her lithe body up onto the edge of the sunken pool where there were towels all around, and he had her lie back on a fluffy bath towel that covered the carpeted floor to keep it from getting mildewed. Esti was proud of the carpeting, that was so thick it felt like a mattress under the towel. Her feet were still dangling in the water, and the pressurized little bubbles of air constantly tickled them. The panting truckdriver positioned himself in the whirlpool so the jets maintained an even pressure on his cock, strengthening his already solid erection while he returned the favor she had done for him by bringing his face into her sweet honey-pot and tonguing it out. Her vagina, which had been clean to begin with, had been washed out even more in the Jacuzzi, and she had to admit this was a man who really knew how to apply his mouth to her muff. Her clitoris swelled, enlarging, filling with blood, growing harder and harder as his tongue did all kinds of things to her twitching vagina. His mouth on her clitoris was a stimulus she hadn't expected. Most truckdrivers wanted to be sucked, but they, themselves, didn't want to do any sucking. A tremendous tidal wave of orgasm totally engulfed Esti, and she screeched, "AAIIYYAAGHHUUNNGGHHAAGGHH!" Her body churned and bucked and moved uncontrollably, and as soon as the tremendous tide of passion finally receded from her, save for the hot winds of lust continuing to shudder their way through her mind, she totally relaxed, and Milton Daster slowly pulled her back into the water again. He positioned her so that the jets under water were either tickling her vagina or her rectum. All the while he rubbed the thick length of his cock against her vagina, moving up and down, up and down, but never putting it in.
The man had a sense of humor, and he teased her, Esti liked it. Sex was something pleasurable, and now and again when she encountered a man who wanted her to get as much pleasure as he did from their mutual engagement, she was overwhelmed with the desire to do anything at all to please the man. Milton Daster turned out to be one terrific sex associate. He wasn't preoccupied with how good he was, nor did he seem to care how long or thick he was. His mental attitude seemed geared toward making everything pleasurable for Esti, and as a result she was enjoying herself intensely. This left her mentally free to concentrate solely on him, knowing he would see to it she would be satisfied, as well. He was one of the few men not blinded by a case of cock conceit. As a result, he knew how to enjoy sex better than ninety-five percent of most men.
He pushed his cock into her cunt now, under water, and Esti found it as talented and as educated as his tongue. He was solidly ramming it to her tight pussy amidst the bubbles in the bathtub, and soft music being piped into the room seemed to enhance everything even more. Each time he pulled his cock back to the opening of her cunt, some delightfully warm water seeped in, and then, as he crammed his stolid poker of flesh into her vagina, the water would compress in her narrow vaginal dell, creating the effect of douching while still in the process of fucking. It was the wildest sensation she had ever known.
"OHHHHH ... YESSSSSS ... MILTIE--. . . MILTIE..." she made a point of knowing the first name of every man with whom she slept..."YOU'RE DRIVING ME UP THE WALL. I'M GOING OUT OF MY MIND. YOU'RE WONDERFUL ... YOU'RE TERRIFIC ... AND I'M NOT JUST SAYING IT TO PLEASE YOU ... I ... UUUUNNNNHHH ... MEAN IT..." she insisted. "KEEP IT UP ... KEEP FUCKING ME ... I'M GOING TO CRUMBLE MY COOKIES ALL OVER AGAIN ... OHHHHH ... YESSSS..."
"Dammitall, Kid ... you'd better hurry," he told her, "or I'll be shooting before you. You have the tightest pussy I've ever fucked," he grunted breathlessly.
NOWWW ... AARRGGHUUNNGHH ... RIGHT NOWWWWW!" she moaned, her breath whooshing out of her, then sucking in again in noisy gasps. "FUUUCCCKKK MEEEEE ... AAANNNGGGHHHH ... LET ME FEEL YOU IN MY CUNNNNNT..."
"You asked for it, lady, you asked for it, now take it. Take my juices, baby," he coughed, as if with his last breath.
"EEEYYYAAARGGHHUUNNGGGHHH ... COATING YOUR CUNT WITH SPERMM ... squeeze my cock with those cock muscles of yours. Squeeze it baby, squeeze it while I pump my fluids into you."
Esti didn't have to be told. As her spastic spasms of orgasm began, she hugged and squeezed the tightness of his embedded organ as if it was some kind of handshake developed between a fraternity and a sorority.
Spent now, the two of them crawled from the hot tub. They were panting and just about had the strength to crawl out before they became too waterlogged.
Esti pressed a button and the tub automatically emptied and then cleaned itself. The two of them staggered to the bed with towel robes of terry cloth they had found nearby. They wrapped the robes around their bodies and collapsed on the solid but comfortable bed. They lay there for almost a half hour, after which they struggled to their feet. Esti picked up the phone and spoke into it, and some few minutes later, a discreet knock was heard at the door. Milton Daster staggered over and opened it, and a waitress walked in with a trolley, and on it was their supper.
They ate in silence, and then Esti phoned again, and the trolley was taken away. Then the two of them moved to the big bed, and she said, "One more time, huh?"
"You got it, baby," he told her. "One more time it is."
He rolled over on top of her, easing her lovely thighs apart with his knees. His cock wasn't quite stiff yet, but her cunt seemed to reach up and grab the limp organ between its inner lips, and began sucking on the head until it swelled and enlarged, getting bigger and bigger. Now the length of it rubbed against her vaginal slit, and soon it was massaging her clitoris. Soon she realized her clitoris was as stiff as his penis, and reaching down with her fingers, she guided the tip of her clitoris into the tight, tiny slit of his penile head. It was as if, for the moment, she had become the male, and he was the female. The thrilling sensations had the man wildly aroused, and after a short while his cock was so big, it was throbbing with pain and he wasn't able to keep the head pressing against her clitoris.
Now he lowered his cock and let it slide through her slash until it came to the open mouth of her vagina. Then he pushed, and it slid right in with no trouble at all. like a mole it burrowed deeper and deeper into her damp depths until the hairy mounts that were their pubic protuberances rubbed violently together into a matted mass.
Esti raised her vagina, lifting it to the man, and this time was able to fuck back solidly. They were virtually slamming their pelvic bones forcefully against one another.
"Lift it all the way up to me kid," he gasped, "and I'll fill it with whatever sperm I have left."
She raised her vagina to violently crash against his pelvis, her head lolling on the bed as orgasm inundated the two of them. They were so weary that neither had the strength to yell out their satisfaction, and they fell asleep with his cock buried in her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A total of two years went by, and Esti discovered she had more than sixty thousand dollars in the bank. Once she would have been insulted if anyone had called her a whore. Now, because that was precisely what she was, she. was proud of it. She was the best whore in the country as far as she was concerned. Yet no one called her one to her face.
Her motel had grown again, and she had a total of two hundred girls working for her. The agreement she had made with Belson Trucking had been renewed indefinitely, and she had made similar agreements with other trucking outfits.
At one point the Mafia thought of moving in on her establishment because it was so profitable, but every trucker around called a strike, and the Family soon backed off. They had too much to lose by antagonizing the men.
A new state crime commission checked into her operation, but there was no visible crime being committed. None of the girls were taking money directly from the men who balled them, and they had been taught to refuse tips as well. It was no crime to sleep with a man if no money was being paid. The money that did come at the end of every month was listed for pure lodgings and nothing else. Even if the prices were astonishingly high, Esti wasn't forcing anyone to pay them, and apparently the trucking firms, as well as many of the firms with large sales forces in the area, were more than glad to pay her rates. So the crime commission backed off.
True, she still had to grease the local sheriff and his deputies, but that proved to be no hardship. On the contrary, it was a pleasure.
Word got to her that her ex-husband was trucking all over the country, still trying to make it with as many women as possible, but he was getting old before his time, and was drinking a lot. It wouldn't be much longer before he would be out of business and would have nothing on which to fall back.
Esti was a happy woman, much happier than she had ever been when married. Where some women found true love with one man or another, Esti discovered that, for the most part, she loved all men. There were too many of them to be enjoyed, and she still had a long, long life ahead of her. She intended enjoying it to the fullest.
Perhaps her greatest joy was the realization one morning that she was pregnant-something her husband had never been able to do for her. As a result, she decided she would bring her son, or daughter, up to be completely open-minded, and eventually she would have an heir to what was probably one of the most thriving businesses of its kind in the country. She smiled to herself as she considered waiting until her child grew up, and then she would open branches on both the east and west coast.
She had come quite a way for a woman who had owned a tiny truck stop motel.
