Gloria Casey had been convinced that the world played the nastiest possible trick on her.
The beautiful, blonde-haired young woman of twenty-eight had actually thought that she had received a break after her Uncle Mack had died, and she had discovered that, as his sole living heir, she would receive title to a gas station that he owned not far from Las Vegas, Nevada.
Up until then Gloria's life had been pretty much in a turmoil. She was waiting on tables in a small restaurant in Flagstaff, Arizona, and, for the most part, feeling frustrated. She felt as if her life was going absolutely nowhere. It had been her dream at one point to meet the right man, somebody who hopefully had enough money to satisfactorily take care of her. What with the face and figure she possessed, she regarded that as anything but unreasonable. Both her parents had died in an automobile accident when she was a very young girl and she had been raised by foster parents who were not, on the whole, all that concerned about her best interests and so, from the time that she got out of high school she was very much on her own. She felt like the perennial little girl who had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks, and as a result she had to make do with her most formidable attributes, namely her face and figure.
From the time that she started out on her own, the young woman knew what the score was, and so she was willing to pay the price, just as long as she thought it would bring her something.
The thing that frustrated her the most was that, in the ten years following her high school graduation and the inception of her journey out on her own, she had yet to meet this handsome Prince Charming who would show her the way. Instead she met a succession of hit-and-run artists, men who were eager to use her face and figure to serve their own physical ends, after which they would then run the other way. A number of them were married and the others were too unstable to take a chance on. She generally found out about their instability when it was all too late. Either that or she knew about it in the beginning but recognized that she had to play along with them to get a job or to maintain it. She had a series of affairs with guys who managed various restaurants and cocktail bars where she would go to work for short periods of time. Eventually, whenever an employer would become just too overbearing or she would just plain tire of him sexually or for other reasons, she would then quit and obtain another job.
In addition to the fact that the restaurant in Flagstaff where she was working was suffering from a loss of business as a result of a bigger and better restaurant that had moved in just down the block, and also because of the fact that she was getting tired of her married boss, who was constantly hitting her up for sexual favors to compensate for the frigidity of his wife, she regarded the news as a breath of fresh air. She had only met her Uncle Mack once, and she had liked him a lot. She felt sorry for the fact that he was gone, but since she could do nothing about that, she was happy that she at least had an opportunity to change locales and, in addition, to be truly on her own for the first time in her life.
Before she had always been forced to work under somebody else, and usually, as mentioned earlier, forced into sexual subservience with a succession of different men. Now all that would change. She would be her own boss, the proprietor of Casey's Station, which was situated between Baker and Las Vegas.
She climbed into her battered Volkswagen and drove from Flagstaff to the destination of the station. She stopped in Las Vegas and treated herself to one delightful evening on the town, celebrating with a steak dinner, several drinks, and a show at one of the top clubs.
Just as she was walking out of the floor show she had attended, she observed a smiling man, exceptionally well dressed, looking at her. She decided to walk up to him, pretending she was interested in playing a nearby slot machine. Instead she thrust her breasts forward just enough so that he could see the ripeness of her breasts in the tight-fitting dress that she wore.
"Good evening," he smiled.
"Hello there."
"Could I buy you a drink?"
"I'm not opposed to the idea."
Conversation followed in the cocktail lounge of the large hotel. It turned out that the man was a record promoter from Los Angeles who was there on business. As a matter of fact, he told her, he'd had a long conversation earlier that night with the same young male singer that she had seen in the floor show out of which she had just come.
He suggested then that they adjourn to his suite, where he had a bottle of vodka and orange juice sent up. The man, who referred to himself as J.P., fixed himself and her several drinks, after which he then looked into her eyes and exclaimed hotly: "Hey, you're the best-lookin' stuff I've seen around here in the last six months. And I come to Vegas all the time."
"Awful nice of you to say that, J.P.," the blonde winked.
J.P. wasn't all that bad looking a man, and she liked the fact that he had a take-charge manner about him, the definite characteristic of the successful executive. Gloria Casey stared at him with her limpid blue eyes, turning him on all the more. Even though she tried not to make it obvious, she glanced down at his cock often enough so that she could see its increasing hardness.
"How long you been in this town?" he asked her bluntly.
"Just passin' through."
"That's a good one. That's what they all say," he grinned.
Loosened up by several drinks, he reached over and began to slide his fingers against the warmth of her thigh, letting his hand reach underneath her dress. His cock had swollen to its full length as he kept on staring at the beautiful, sensuous blonde who was supplying no resistance.
"What do you mean by that?" she demanded, a little surprised by his response.
"I mean, a gal stops here. She figures she'll set up shop, make herself plenty of money, then get out. So she says she's just passin' through. But sometimes they realize that the take is so lucrative they stick around. Make it home. At least until they can latch onto some guy."
"Hang on a second, J.P. I don't think you're reading me right."
"If ever I saw a gal who deserved a good grand a night, it's you," he said. "I mean, I've paid more, but I've never seen any better. And I've had some fantastic-lookin' showgirls, too. Sometimes I don't have to pay. Various clients will set me up with somebody. But you, honey, I'll go even beyond that. I'll pay you two grand. All you gotta do is spend the night with old J.P. Tomorrow morning, bright and early, we have breakfast and that's it. I got me a series of meetings anyway and by then I'll be in a great mood. Having had all this glorious pussy."
"Wait just a second, now I see the misunderstanding," Gloria Casey burst into loud, almost delirious laughter.
The handsome, graying executive stared at the young woman with disbelief. He dropped his hand from her thigh, then jumped up from the chair on which he'd been sitting. He wondered if Gloria Casey was taking leave of her senses.
"What the hell's so damned funny?" J.P. asked in total bewilderment.
"Honey, you got me wrong, you got me completely wrong," she said.
J.P. watched as tears rolled down her eyes as a result of the gales of laughter she had experienced.
"I don't get it, I don't get any of this," he said. "It's like we're both talking in different languages."
"That's what I thought, too, until a few seconds ago. Now I see the whole score. You think I'm a professional. You think that I slink around these expensive clubs, just waiting for some guy to make me an offer I can't refuse. In short, that I'm a high-priced hooker. Isn't that right?"
"Well, you're putting it a little more crudely than I would," J.P. gulped. "Let's just say that I figured you charged for services and, being as fantastic lookin' a woman as you are, I can sure understand it. You've got lots goin' for you, honey. I mean, those breasts. They turned me on right away. And that fantastic ass and the way you wiggle it. Ooowwee, that's fantastic, too. Then those sleek, gorgeous legs. I wondered for a second if maybe you weren't a dancer."
"Naw, I don't dance, I'm not a showgirl. Like I said. I'm a gal passing through. My recently departed Uncle Mack, God rest his dear soul, left me, his only living heir, a gas station not far from Vegas. That's where I was heading. But before going there tomorrow to meet the real estate man who's taking care of the formalities. Well, I just decided that I'd stay here for the night. Then I saw you looking at me. Really giving me the eye. I thought it might be fun if maybe we did get acquainted. Things have just been kind of taking their course ever since then. Now you're offerin' me two grand. Okay, that's the kind of price tag I like. I could use a couple of grand, honey. You got that kind of money? Right in cash you can give me?"
"I have," he nodded emphatically.
"All right. Even though hooking doesn't happen to be my natural profession, I guess we all hook in one way or another, don't we?"
"That's what life's all about. How do you think these big record deals are put together?" he grinned lewdly.
"Yeah, I've been hearin' about that. Payolla, payoffs of all kind. Setting guys up with broads. That's one way of hooking. Then what about when a gal latches on to some guy? I mean, she's into him for the bread, right?"
"That's sure as hell the way my old lady feels about it," he laughed, "even though, if I make an analogy just like you did, she'd want to scratch my eyes out."
"Isn't that the way that it is so much of the time? People don't wanna hear the truth. Right?"
"Absolutely. You're a square-shooter, though, and I guess you can tell that I am, too."
"Absolutely right, honey. That's really lay in' it on the line. Two grand for one evening. Okay, as it so happened, I wasn't gonna do anymore than just go back to my little old room, which is a lot more modest than this nice palatial suite you've got here, and I would have been spending the rest of the night alone. This way I get to spend it in the charming company of a gentleman and make two thousand dollars. And the charming gentleman is happy to boot. So that's what I call a successful night."
"Me, too," he gulped. "Okay, whether you're a pro or not, honey, you get that two grand. Fair enough?"
"Yeah. So just give me the time to get out of this dress."
"I will. I'm figurin' on pullin' off my suit about as fast as my hands can move. I mean, just look at this hard-on I've got. Just look at it."
J.P. proudly reached down and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his stirring, rock-hard prick. His fingers thrust up and down the firm length of his bulging surface. He kept on pumping against the blue-veined surface of his phallic pole until, finally, he released his fingers from it.
"I'm gonna get out of my suit," he declared. "You get out of that dress, honey. Oh, damned, I'm practically ready to juice just watchin' you get ready to strip."
By then, Gloria Casey could not have felt more delighted. Here was a man that she would have been willing to spend the evening with devoid of any cash transaction. She had genuinely liked his brisk, confident manner and his rugged, appealing handsomeness. But now, having mistaken her for a high-priced call girl, she was going to make two thousand dollars for an evening she would have undoubtedly enjoyed for free.
She eased out of her green dress, then slid her body downward on top of the bed. By then J.P. had already removed his shirt and trousers. As he tugged downward at his shorts, she stared in amazement at the blue-veined surface of his bulging, emphatically alive cock.
Determined to excite him all that she could, she wiggled her buttocks seductively back and forth, watching as his eyes fastened tightly against the firm, compact surface of her ass orbs. She reached down finally and began tugging at her filmy white panties. She slid them slowly and provocatively down her sensuously warm, white thighs. Gloria made certain that her movements were slow enough so that he could fully digest and enjoy every stimulating moment that was transpiring.
"OOOHHH, STRIP THOSE PANTIES OFF," he gulped. "COME ON, GLORIA HONEY. OOOHHH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN YOU ARE. SWEETHEART, OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHH, WHAT A GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL WOMAN. YOU'RE GREAT, YOU'RE GREAT. YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY GREAT."
She kept on gliding her panties down her legs, listening to the sensually alluring sounds of the filmy material coming into contact with her creamy smooth skin. After she dropped her panties low enough so that he could see her hair-fringed fissure, he promptly slid his shorts down his legs and jumped out of them. Once more he reached down and let his fingers glide against the firmness of his thick, mammoth cock. He stared down at her curly blonde pubic hairs, desiring every form of enticing physical contact with this gorgeous young woman.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE THE BEST, YOU'RE THE BEST, THE BEST I'VE EVER SEEN," he gasped. "YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL. I KNOW YOU'RE GONNA BE A FANTASTIC FUCK. OOOHHH, I CAN JUST TELL IT, TELL IT FROM THE WAY YOU WIGGLE THOSE FANTASTIC ASS GLOBES."
She finished sliding her panties down her legs and off of her, after which Gloria then reached out and undid her bra straps, letting her brassiere fall free. She watched as the handsome record executive's eyes almost popped out of his head when he stared at the ripe fleshiness of her firm breasts. She recalled how she had initially enticed him by showing him her decolletage, but now he was seeing her in all her unimpeded beauty, staring at her firm, glorious ivory skin as his heart pounded relentlessly.
He threw himself down on top of the bed, landing with a lurid plop. His fingers reached out and sharply grabbed hold of her firm, fleshy white thighs. He parted her legs, heaving a deep sigh.
"OOOHHH, I'VE GOTTA HAVE YOU, I'VE GOTTA HAVE YOU," he grunted.
Within moments the highly aroused J.P. was sliding his swiftly pistoning tongue into the already wet, aroused warmth of her pink pussy.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP DRIVING, KEEP DRIVING WITH YOUR TONGUE," Gloria sighed with delight. "COME ON, MY DEAR. OHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE DRIVING. COME ON, OOOHHH, SLIDE IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HONEY. OHHHH, DARLING, GRIND IT. GRIND IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, OOOHHH, SUUUUUCK."
Her thoroughly tantalized thighs kicked back and forth. She heaved deep, incessant gasps as he kept on sending his hot, stirring red tongue into the passionate inner depths of her wet, hotly alive vagina.
As his tongue continued its cascading contact with the wetness of her searing slit, he let his fingers roam against the tight warmth of her inflamed buttocks. She instinctively manipulated her silky smooth ass globes from side to side, moving them with pendulous ecstasy as his fingers gripped them tightly.
By then she was only a few strokes away from a wild and delirious orgasm. His tongue kept on shoving with cascading warmth, driving into the wetness of her thoroughly aroused, palpitating organ.
After scraping his tongue several times against the budding node of her steaming clitoris, she knew that there was no way that she could hold back the thundering waves of orgasmic ecstasy that had to flow from her stirringly alive cunt.
"OOOHHH, DARLING, OOOHHH, J.P., KEEP DRIVING YOUR TONGUE," she sighed. "OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. COME ON, OOOHHH, PLANT IT, BABY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT MOVING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK MEEEE, OOOHHH, OHHHH, DO IT TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, AAAAAHHH."
She listened to the fervent sounds of her buttocks slapping resoundingly against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her as her tempestuous lover continued driving his steaming red tongue into the blazing depths of her sodden cuntal furrow.
Gloria wrapped her slightly sweaty legs around his temples. The scraping contact of her taut ivory thighs pushing against his head on both sides, only prompted him to slide his tongue that much more rapidly as he pushed it into the burning depths of her steaming triangle.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, THIS IS IIIITTTT," she warned. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP DRIVING WITH YOUR TONGUE. YES, OOOHHH, SLIDE IT INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, SLIDE IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GO. OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING. YES, OOOHHH, REALLY SHOOTING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOOOHHHH."
She kept on flinging her buttocks deliriously from side to side, gasping and sighing as the spurting juices sprayed from her fiery fissure and into her lover's mouth. His rampaging tongue kept on seeking out every glorious, delightful drop of her feminine nectar until, ultimately, there was none left.
While his tongue had continued to cascade inside the wetness of her exploding pussy, she had reached out and ran her fingers solidly up and down against the firm surface of his back.
When she turned her fingers loose from his back, her handsome lover stared down at his firm, fully aroused organ.
"Just look at this prick," he told her with a delightful smile surfacing on his face. "It's ready. It's never been more ready."
"Oh, darling, it's such a fantastic-looking cock," she winked. "I love the looks of it."
CHAPTER TWO
Determined to enjoy this evening to the fullest, encouraged with the knowledge that she would be making two thousand dollars for something she enjoyed anyway, the beautiful blonde reached out and grabbed hold of the bloated length of J.P.'s solidly erect throbbing penis.
Up and down her fingers methodically pumped. Finally she reached down and let her tongue slowly tantalize the tip of his fluid-filled organ.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S DRIVING ME WIIIIILD," he thundered. "COME ON, HONEY. OHHHH, TEASE IT WITH YOUR HOT TONGUE. HOW I WANT IT, OOOHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I NEED IT."
His hairy, muscular legs trembled and his whole body spasmed as the beautiful blonde thoroughly took charge of matters. It made Gloria feel good to know that she was having this kind of effect on a sophisticated man of the world, and she even felt decidedly flattered that he had thought of her as a high-priced call girl. If she had decided to go that route, she thought, she would be successful at it, every bit as successful as he construed her to be.
As for now, being a one-night stand call girl, she would make the most of it. Her tongue slid slowly and meticulously against the tip of his erect prick for a few more strokes, after which she then started to manipulate it with torrid determination against the full length of his bloated spear. Up and down her tongue methodically pumped, manipulating with increasing rapidity against the full length of his steaming dagger. While she fervently sucked against the full length of his throbbing prick, she reached down and let her fingers glide against the warmth of his bloated testicles.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP HOLDING ONTO MY NUTS," he gasped. "OOOHHH, I LOVE THE COMBINATION OF ACTION. I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOUR TONGUE'S MOVING. I LOVE THE WAY IT'S EXPLORING MY LONG, HARD PRICK. I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOUR FINGERS ARE GRABBING HOLD OF MY BALLS. THAT'S IT. OOOHHH, CLUTCH THEM NICE AND TIGHT, DARLING. REALLY CLUTCH THEM. SUCK ME. OHHHH, WHAT A WOMAN YOU ARE. OOOHHH, YOU'RE FANTASTIC. WHAT A BLOW-JOB ARTIST. YOU COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER. OHHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF."
It made her feel good to know that she was going over so big with this obviously important executive. As her tongue kept on gliding and sliding along the firm warmth of his penis, and as her fingers clutched tightly and sharply against the warmth of his balls, he pushed tautly against the warmth of her jiggling breasts. What with all the rapid-fire activity in which she was engaging, her firm alabaster globes could not help but jiggle and undulate sharply under the routine that was taking place. He let his fingers clasp against their firmness as her tongue kept on sweeping wildly against the full length of his steaming pole. At first she had measured her strokes more cautiously, but now she was determined to bring him off, to grind her tongue with great fervence up and down the full length of his elongated staff until every drop of his thick, white liquid had exploded from the end of his searing man meat.
"COME ON, KEEP SUCKING ME, KEEP SUCKING ME, KEEP DRIVING YOUR TONGUE," he cried out with increasing urgency. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK. DARLING, OHHHH, SUCK IT OFF. YEAH, OOOHHH, SUCK ME. WHAT A BLOW JOB ARTIST. OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT."
Tightly she clasped her sensuous red lips around the tip of his mammoth spear. All the while her sweeping tongue moved with unencumbered ecstasy, driving up and down the full length of his turgid organ as she pushed him that much nearer to the state of a rampaging orgasm, when all the stirring white liquid would explode from the end of his stiff, inflamed penis.
"COME ON, OHHHH, SUCK ME, DRIVE YOUR TONGUE, REALLY SUCK ME," he shrieked ecstatically, "OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A WOMAN YOU ARE. OHHHH, I WANT IT, OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. THAT TONGUE, OHHH, THE WAY IT'S SWEEPING. THE WAY YOU'RE DRIVING IT. COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF."
By then his hips and ass cheeks were spasming right and left, working earnestly as he pushed his stiff prick forward, shoving it against the clasping depths of her mouth. All the while he listened to the loud suctioning sounds of her steaming tongue as it thoroughly took charge of things, working up and down the full length of his hot, inflamed pecker.
The louder that J.P.'s gasps became, the faster that the beautiful, thoroughly aroused Gloria maintained her fervent sucking pace as she drove him that much closer to the state of an ecstatic explosion. Every now and then she would reach down and clutch tightly at his balls, teasing them with her firm strokes, massaging them and cupping them in her fingers as she kept on promptly asserting her tongue, driving it up and down the full length of his fleshy cudgel, pushing him ever onward in his pursuit of a stimulating orgasm.
"COME ON, OOOHHH, FASTER, FASTER, DO IT TO ME FASTER," he sighed. "COME ON, HONEY. OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT, OOOHHH, HOW I NEED IT. WHAT A TONGUE. WHAT A FANTASTIC TONGUE. COME ON, EAT MY PRICK. REALLY EAT IT. BRING ME OFF. OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK ME. OHHHH, HOW I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME."
He reached out and let his fingers clutch urgently against the smoothness of her silky blonde hair. Up and down he worked them against the radiance of her hair as it scattered about her entire face from the combination of his finger attention and her own relentless head bobbing. By then he had been pushed to the very brink of orgasm, and he knew that it would be just a few more moments before he would experience his delirious explosion.
"OHHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SLIDE YOUR HOT TONGUE," he exclaimed. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, SUCK, COME ON, OHHHH, SUCK IT OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, HERE WE GO. OH, HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A DELUGE. I'VE GOT IT ALL STORED UP. OHHHH, EAT ME, EAT ME, EAT MY PRICK JUICE. IT'S GONNA SHOOT. OHHHH, IT'S GONNA SPRAY. IT'S GONNA SPILL OUT OF THE END OF MY PRICK."
His body rocked back and forth with great enthusiasm. He stiffened his hips and buttocks, after which his face reddened and he heaved one loud, last deep sigh.
"OOOHHHH, OOOHHHH, THERE I GOOOO," he proclaimed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, I WANT YOU TO GET IT. ALL OF IT. OOOHHH, SWALLOW THE STUFF. SWEETHEART, OHHH, GET EVERY DROP OF IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, IT'S NICE. YES, OOOHHH, WHAT FANTASTIC SUCKING. OHHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, SUCK ME OFF. YES, OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
His buttocks flailed from side to side as he heaved another deep gasp, watching as the thick white fluid began to explode from the end of his thundering cock.
He shoved his prick forward, thoroughly alive in a state of quivering ecstasy. He observed the spraying sperm that completely engulfed her mouth.
The blonde beauty was determined to catch every drop of his flaming orgasm. Back and forth her tongue whipped as she caught the salty sperm.
When she released her tongue from his cock, licking her lips and smiling, he reached out and ran his fingers once more through her hair.
"You're a winner," he exclaimed. "I couldn't have had a more passionate blow job if I'd been paying two million dollars."
"I'm afraid that would be out of even your price range," she teased.
"You know, you're absolutely right," he chuckled, reaching down and fondly clutching her buttocks. "Honey, you're the type of woman I could fuck and fuck and fuck again."
"You're the kind of guy I like to do it with," she said. "There's no beating around the bush, no bullshit, none of that stuff. You're just straight up front, and once you get into it you screw with no holds barred."
CHAPTER THREE
After Gloria Casey had sucked J.P.'s cock to a stimulating climax, and they had fondled each other and joked for several minutes, the prominent record executive threw his arms out, stretched out on the bed, and yawned.
"Honey, I think we could use a little sleep," he softly suggested.
"Fine with me."
"See ya' a little later."
Even though she had made it a point not to show any emotion, it had surprised Gloria to see that J.P. was apparently satisfied. She had been of the impression that he would want to get in all the fucking he possibly could before morning and, breakfast, and after that, the important meeting that he had alluded to earlier.
She lay stretched out on the bed, staring over at his prone figure. In a matter of moments he was sleeping soundly, snoring as he lay there, eyes tightly shut, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Gloria shrugged nonchalantly, then closed her eyes. After all, the beautiful blonde concluded, he was paying two grand for the privilege of fucking her, and if a pussy suck and blow job was sufficient to serve his ends, then that was fine. She had enjoyed screwing with him, loving his wild, uninhibited manner.
A few hours later, at several minutes past three in the morning, she found herself being awakened out of a sound sleep. She felt the insistent tug at her shoulder, and as she looked up, she observed the naked body of J.P. crouching over her in the darkness of the room.
"I just needed a little rest," he winked. "Now I'm ready to fuck you again."
"Fine."
"You see. Some guys want to just keep going and going and going. I look at it a little different. I stop for awhile, have myself some rest, and then I'm ready to bounce back for more. If I'm all that turned on I'm gonna wake up. Just like I did now."
"Whatever," she shrugged. "How does the saying go?"
"Different strokes for different folks?"
"Yeah, that's it."
They both laughed. Gloria stared down at the ever-hardening length of the handsome record executive's cock.
"Do you want me to tug on this a little?" she asked.
"Yeah. Just don't start suckin' on it, though. You're such a terrific mouth girl that if you started sucking, I might let you finish the job."
"Would that be so bad?"
"You know better than that," he smiled. "No, it wouldn't be bad at all. It's just that I wanna do things a little different the next time."
"That's what I figured."
"I like a little variety in sex. Particularly when I've got a gorgeous piece of ass like you. The old wife gives me a good screw at home, and she damn well better, considering the elegant lifestyle I'm giving her. But you know how it goes. Wives can sometimes take their husbands for granted. They'll give out as much as they think they should, and after that they'll stop. So I really look forward to cutting loose on some of these trips. Particularly when I tie in to something like you. What a body you've got, honey. I love that nice firm flesh. Firm yet nice and smooth. Ohhh, I love running my fingers over it."
To emphasize his point, J.P. reached down and let his fingers slide warmly against the smoothness of her ivory thighs. After that he reached down and both hands gripped tightly against the fleshy warmth of her ripe, firm buttocks.
"What nice ass cheeks," he said. "I love to squeeze them. Okay, Gloria honey. While I'm squeezing these nice ass cheeks, how about you pumpin' up and down on my prick. Can you do that for me?"
"Of course I can."
"Then let's do it."
"Fine. Fine and dandy."
Now the mystery had been completely solved. Gloria had been more than a little surprised over J.P.'s willingness to terminate their sex after the wild blow job that she had provided for him. But all he wanted was a little rest, and now there he was, itching for more.
Determined to supply J.P. with as much in the way of erotic excitement as she could, the blonde reached down and made a grab for his cock. She teased the tip of it, feeling the firm warmth of his tugging fingers as he let them crisply glide against her ass cheeks. He continued to squeeze her searing buttocks as her fingers started to curl around the circumference of his tingly organ. Up and down she began to stroke, and as she did, she could see just how quickly his penis was snapping to attention.
"Oh, honey, you'll be right back up there to where you were before," she smiled with delight. "You've got a fantastic hard-on. A magnificent cock."
"You bet I have," he nodded. "So come on, honey. Move your fingers up and down my long prick. Really slide them. Ooohhh, I like that. Come on, move them faster. I like the finger action. Ohhh, grab hold of my hard rod. Really give me a workout. Ohhh, honey, this is so nice."
He began to purr and sigh, and the faster that her fingers worked as they maintained their whirlwind pace against the full length of his organ, the tighter in turn that he squeezed the succulent, ripe globes of her ass flesh.
Finally, after his stiff prick had attained full erection, and was every bit as aroused as it had been prior to his last orgasm, he called a halt to her finger action. She released her fingers from his hard spear, after which she stretched out on her back, extending her trim white legs and showing him the searing pinkness of her moistened pussy.
"Oh, honey, do you ever look good," he told her. "Reach down there and play with your twat. I wanna see you finger it."
She nodded slowly, then reached down with her right hand, allowing her fingers to come into electrifying contact with the heat of her vagina. Her hips and buttocks glided methodically, working back and forth as she continued to manipulate her fingers inside of her flaming cunt. She kept up her solid finger action until the juices were ready to spurt from her pussy.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I'M GONNA JUUUUUUICE," she told him.
"Keep them going just a few more strokes," he grinned. "I think every man who really appreciates sex has a voyeur side to him. Mine's getting turned on right now, honey, watching you play with your beautiful pussy. Yes, you're ready to explode. You're gonna explode in your fingers."
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE I GOOOOO," she declared.
Her hips and buttocks ground methodically against the bed beneath her as the juices spurted from her pussy and into her hand. As she released her fingers from her exploded pussy, the handsome, determined J.P. shoved his body forward, landing on top of her as he hurled his hard, inflated man meat toward her fleshy, enticing white boobs.
"I'm gonna fuck your tits," he gasped passionately.
"I love it. Honey, you're uninhibited. You really love to fuck."
"You're damned right I do. I wanna just grind my hard, stiff meat against your breasts. Ohhh, I like that kind of action. I love it, really love it."
"Come on, fuck me. Yes, ooohhh, drive it against my tits. Honey, ohhh, really let your cock charge."
He pushed his piercing pole back and forth, letting it manipulate against the firm warmth of her breasts. After several minutes of rapid-fire activity, he withdrew his cock from her succulent globes, then reached down and made a grab for her thighs.
"Here I go," he declared. "This is what I've been waiting for. A chance to fuck your fantastic pussy. I loved watching you finger it. I loved sucking it. So now my stiff cock's gonna grind against it."
"Come on, ooohhh, fuck me there," she begged. "Give me a good screw. Ohhh, come on, fuck my mound. Give me a fantastic drilling."
As his fingers moved up and down against her sleek, white legs, he pushed his hard, inflamed phallic pole forward, watching as it worked its way inside the fiery tightness of her velvety triangle.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THAT'S NIIICE," she sighed. "COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME. YES, OOOHHH, SEND YOUR PRICK INSIDE ME. SCREW ME, OOOHHH, GIVE ME A NICE SCREW. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. OHHH, FUCK, COME ON, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE."
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT A NICE TWISTING BUTT," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE MOVING IT. COME ON, DARLING. LET IT GLIDE. LET'S REALLY MAKE MUSIC. BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUS MUSIC. THIS IS MY KIND OF FUCKING. THIS IS MY KIND OF SCREW. OOOHHHH, OHHHHHH, WHIP THOSE ASS CHEEKS. REALLY WHIP THEM INTO HIGH GEAR. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE EVERY BIT OF THIS."
He gasped and sighed, continuing to drive his hard, pounding pecker inside the burning depths of her fire-filled vagina. He loved the tightness of her clasping pussy muscles as she shoved her butt back and forth, letting her whole body rotate as she lay skewered against the full length of his hard, rampaging cock, which continued to slide and thrust with pistoning determination inside of her.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A WILD ASS," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP ON WORKING IT. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP ON FLINGING THAT BUTT. THAT BEAUTIFUL BUTT."
His Fingers closed in against the tightness of her silky, rapidly twisting globes. The harder that his fingers clutched, the faster that he kept up his determined, rampaging cock stabs as he worked himself that much closer to the state of orgasm. He could feel the fiery sensations in his loins, along with the tantalizing quivering sensations in his cock and balls as he kept on shoving his stiff, skewering pole into the burning depths of her seething vaginal cauldron.
Finally the tremulous, sweating blonde could not withstand anymore of this kind of wild excitement. The juices had to explode from her pussy, and as she rocked her hips back and forth, the juices spilled from her seething slit.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP UP THE FUUUUUCK," she sighed. "OOOHHH, DARLING, OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING. YES, OOOHHHH, KEEP ON FUCKING ME. OHHHHH, OOOHHH, GO AHEAD AND DO IT. OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK!" Her hips slid back and forth as he kept on moving his hard, stirring pole into the quivering depths of her vagina. Deliriously he hammered away, and all the while he could feel the quivering sensations continuing to mount in his tumid shaft. He itched with lascivious passion and undiluted need, and was eager to explode his burning liquids inside of the tightness of her pussy.
A few hard, shattering stabs later, he could no longer hold back the thundering deluge of cock juice that needed to explode from the end of his torrid, erect shaft.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE IT IIIISSS," he sighed. "OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, THE STUFF'S SHOOTING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SPLASHED OUT OF THERE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL."
His steaming pole kept on pushing into the inner tightness of her throbbing vagina. His fingers roamed up and down her sleek, white legs as the final few drops of his thundering explosion spilled from the end of his flaming cock.
A few minutes later J.P. was asleep once more. Several minutes after that Gloria joined him.
J.P. awakened her once more, this time at a few minutes past seven. He informed her that he would be leaving his room at a few minutes past eight, and that he'd ordered room service to bring them some breakfast.
"Would you like to use the shower, honey?" he asked. "I already showered. The waiter'll be up in just a bit."
"Fine," Gloria said.
He watched as she eased her naked body up from the bed. He loved the manner in which her compact ass cheeks wiggled as she walked, and J.P. had to finally turn his head away for fear that he would get all steamed up and have to fuck this blonde beauty once more before having to go to his meeting.
After taking a luxurious shower, she emerged refreshed from the bathroom. By then the waiter had come and gone, leaving a tray full of breakfast items. What with all the sex that they had both enjoyed, they ate heartily, after which the record executive reached into his wallet and peeled out some large bills.
"Count it," he said grinningly after handing the money to Gloria. I think it comes to two thousand dollars."
Gloria counted the money.
"Yes, right on the nose."
"Well, I guess that's it, honey. It's sure been nice knowing you, Gloria. I'm sure that you're gonna be a success no matter where you are or what you're doing."
"Thank you, J.P."
He leaned forward, kissing her lips affectionately. A few minutes later she was behind the wheel of her Volkswagen, preparing to go back to her small room at the motel just off the Strip. There she would gather together her belongings, pay her bill, for a room that she had not even slept in, after which she would be on her way to her gas station, the one she had inherited from her uncle.
Gloria could not help but feel a tremendous wave of triumph sweep through her whole body over the fact that J.P. had been so impressed by her that he had given her two thousand dollars. The two thousand constituted a windfall, a pleasant surprise. Gloria was convinced that everything was going her way now, and that her gas station enterprise would be a tremendous success.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now that Gloria's night in Las Vegas was no more than a distant memory, she had plunged into her new venture.
In the six months that transpired since she had driven from Flagstaff to her new acquisition, her Uncle Mack's gas station in Nevada, she had found her hopes dashed. During much of that frustrating period the beautiful Gloria was all by herself.
She had imagined the gas station being in at least a halfway interesting location, not far from Las Vegas. Instead it was farther away from the pulsating city than she would have liked. In addition to that, the station was not situated on the main road at all, but was on a dusty side road. The only way to reach it was to get on either the small roads in that barren part of the desert, or else, on the other hand, to get off of the main highway leading to Las Vegas.
At first she hired a young man to serve as a mechanic and also to acquaint her with the finer points of running a gas station. After several months she had to let him go. The station was not realizing enough to keep both of them going.
So there she'd been, stranded on a dusty road, out in the middle of the desert. She could stare for miles either way, and most of the time it was just her and the wilderness.
Behind the station was a small one-bedroom house. Often, discouraged by the fact that there weren't enough customers, she would close the station early in the afternoon. After that she would drive down to a small market situated some three miles away from her station. She would buy some Scotch, go back to her small house, and get loaded, immersing herself in pity.
Time and again she had recalled that wonderful evening with J.P., the record executive. She would have liked to have resumed acquaintance with him, but knew that that was impossible, considering the fact he'd told her that he was married, and that his wife was the kind of woman who made many demands on him.
It bothered her that here she was, admittedly a beautiful young woman in the prime of life, being forced to endure the tragedy of running a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Many evenings she almost literally cried herself to sleep. About the only thing that she had to be thankful for was that at least the television reception wasn't all that bad and she got the Las Vegas stations without any problems. That reminded her of what life was like away from the station.
Occasionally she would go into Las Vegas, but only rarely. For one thing, she had to keep the station open on weekends to secure what little business she could. The same applied during the week. When she did go in, she had so very little money and was so despondent over her condition that it only seemed to make things worse, recognizing that there were so many people who were apparently getting along, able to make a go of things economically, whereas she was vegetating, just sitting most of the time waiting for customers that would never arrive at her gas station.
She thought about what had happened with J.P., and wondered if maybe lightning would strike twice. Somehow, however, she just couldn't bring herself to get out there and attempt to entice another man, even though she knew she could make some money, probably not any two thousand dollars in one evening, but a fairly tidy sum.
Then, all of a sudden, just when things appeared to be at their gloomiest, the gas crisis hit.
Even though she was located off the main highway, there was a sign that Mack had maintained for years advertising the existence of her station, and how it could be reached by taking the next exit.
The sign had, in the past, brought her very little business. The only people who stopped generally were individuals who just happened to be reaching the empty mark on their gas tanks and feared perhaps running out of gas before arriving in Las Vegas.
Now the situation had changed entirely. What with the fact that she did have a gas station, and that it was reasonably accessible if one would just take the exit in question and drive two miles north, she began to receive groups of customers.
They would line up at her station early in the morning, buying up all of her available allotment of gas. Whereas in the past she had scarcely ever sold out, now she was doing it on a regular basis. People who were frantic to get to Las Vegas to gamble were pulling into her station even before her eight o'clock opening schedule.
Since she was able to sell her entire allotment during the course of a two-hour period daily, she finally decided to operate her station between eight and ten. After that she could just enjoy the rest of the day as she saw fit.
What seemed to excite her in some ways even more than the sudden flow of cash, however, was that now she was in contact with people. Little had she realized how much she had taken for granted this fact in the past. Her experience all alone in the desert wilderness was now making her more appreciative of human contact in virtually any form.
One of the things that had bothered the beautiful, voluptuous young woman during that bleak six-month period was her lack of contact with the opposite sex. During the years she had, whenever she wanted it, had access to plenty of sex. The various restaurants and cocktail bars where she had been employed had contained scores of available men. All she had to do was just smile, or even less, and a man would be on the scene, ready to jump into the sack with her at the first convenient opportunity.
Her problem was that, even though there were plenty of men coming around, she was busy pumping gas during the two-hour period, after which she then closed her station. Not only that, but the two hours were so nerve wracking that it took her awhile to get her equilibrium after she closed her station. People would be frantic to obtain gas. Not only were there the gamblers and vacationers who were heading for Las Vegas. In addition, she began to service a number of truck drivers who were concerned about meeting their schedules.
Several times she had to use her feminine wiles to break up potential fist fights involving prospective customers, who, given the tension of gas shortages and the heat of the desert, saw their tempers grow short.
One bright, hot July morning, as she was preparing to close the station, pumping gas for the final few cars in line, she observed a long red truck pull into the station. As the driver pulled to a halt behind the last car in the row, a station wagon containing a white-haired man and his bespectacled wife, she hung a sign on the station wagon which said: LAST CAR TO BE SERVED.
As she attached the sign to the rear window of the car, the truck driver climbed out of his large rig and stalked rapidly toward her. He was wearing tight-fitting blue jeans and a white T-shirt, which showed off the lines of his sinewy, bulging biceps. He was a well-built, dark-haired young man who looked as if he was ready to fight the entire world, if necessary.
"Good morning," Gloria Casey smiled engagingly.
"I don't see what the hell's good about it," he snarled angrily.
"I'm sorry. I take it you're angry about the fact that you got here just a few minutes too late."
"You're goddamned right I am," he exploded. "Oops. I'm sorry, Miss. No need to be cussin' in front of you."
"Listen, I've said a lot worse myself. Not only that, but I've been hearin' a lot of talk like that."
"I guess so. You're right on the firing line. Unusual for a woman to be pumpin' gas. Seen a few of 'em, but not too many."
"It's even more unusual for a woman to own a station," she grinned broadly, showing the darkhaired man her glistening, even, white teeth.
"You own this place?"
"That's right."
"Hell, you ought to have yourself a gold mine."
"I'm making money now, but it was anything but profits for a long time. I hardly had any customers before, as a matter of fact."
"Oh, yeah. This gas shortage took care of all that," he said. "These goddamned oil companies. Greedy sons-of-bitches. Don't trust any of 'em. Not a damned one!"
"I'm sorry about your predicament."
"Listen. Sorry about my cussin'. Now just tell me to shut up if I do it again."
"Nah. You've just got to let off a little steam. Hope you can find another station."
"Do my damned best. Got a whole load of lumber there that I've got to get to Salt Lake City. The sooner the better. Oh, well. Guess it just ain't my day."
She went back to pumping gas, staring in the direction of the tall, muscular, dark-haired truck driver, who stalked angrily toward the Coke machine at the front of the station. She saw him flip a coin into the machine and remove a Coke, which he eagerly began to gulp down swiftly. He walked back to where she was pumping the gas.
"Say, so I'll know next time, just what time do you usually finish pumpin' gas?" he asked.
"I pump between eight and ten."
"Okay. I'll be makin' a mental note of that. For the next time I come by here."
"You travel this route often?"
"Pretty often," he said. "It's a damned fucking shame. Might be late with the whole shipment because of this."
She took a good long look at the handsome truck driver. Earlier that morning she had been recalling with great vividness how enjoyable that evening had been with J.P. in his hotel suite. The last time she'd had sex was with the young man she had employed, and that had been quick and far from satisfying. How she would have loved to invite this handsome truck driver, who she was confident would be quite a stud, into her house.
Wait a minute she thought, as she finished pumping gas into the Ford Mustang. Just maybe there was the prospect of getting sex from him if only she played her cards right.
After the man in the Ford had given her his Master Charge, and had signed the billing, she decided that she would explore the possibility of getting to know the truck driver better.
"By the way, my name is Gloria," she said, staring into his dark eyes.
At least sipping the Coke and having a chance to talk to her had calmed him down somewhat. No longer was he smoldering and cursing out the oil companies.
"Hi there," he said. "My name's Stan. Sorry about the way I was acting before."
"No problem. You really need that �as, huh?"
"Sure as hell do."
"How badly do you need it?" she asked.
"Got to get to Salt Lake. It's damned important."
"Do just about anything to get it?"
"Anything within reason," he shrugged. "I ain't about to go out and commit a crime."
Gloria burst into laughter.
"Nobody expects you to commit a crime," she said. "That isn't necessary. I'll tell you what I'm thinking about."
"Let's hear it. Like I said, if it isn't a crime, I'm all for it. I've got to get that gas and get to Salt Lake."
"All right, Stan, my dear. I'm thinking of a little bit of you."
"Come again?" he looked at her quizzically.
"I want your prick. That big, juicy-looking instrument between your legs. I'll bet you can wield one like a club."
Stan was immediately taken aback by the beautiful blonde's verbal boldness.
"I don't believe I'm hearin' you right," he said.
"Come on now, Stan. You work as a truck driver. You shouldn't be that bowled over by a woman talking bluntly."
"But a beautiful woman like you. I mean, comin' on and talkin' that way. Usually it's the guys who do the chasing. My truck driver buddies. I mean, they're all over women, but it's the guys who are doin' the chasin'."
"How about you? You didn't mention yourself."
"Me? I'm a happily married man."
"But you wouldn't mind gettin' a little piece on the side from somebody like me, would you? My face and figure aren't all that bad, are they?"
"If you've ever looked in a mirror you oughta' know better'n ask a question like that," Stan said. "You're beautiful. I mean, you've got a fantastic body. And that face. You've got all the tools, honey."
"Then why treat me like I'm ugly?"
"I ain't treatin' you like you're ugly."
"It sure seems that way."
"Why's that?"
"I mean, you're actin' like you're so reluctant. A few minutes ago you said you'd do anything that wasn't a crime. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah, that's so."
"Well, this isn't a crime."
"In a manner of speakin' it sure is. The way that I look at things, anyway. And the way that my wife looks at them."
"Come on now," she laughed. "I'll tell you, Stan. Here you are a handsome stud of a man. Broad shoulders. Nicely muscled body. You're alone all that time on these trucks. Don't tell me your wife doesn't suspect something."
"I'm tellin' you she don't. She don't because I've been damned good. I've been a perfect husband, unfortunately."
"Then she's no doubt wondering why you aren't out humping an occasional good-lookin' woman during your travels."
"No. We don't look at it that way," he shook his head emphatically. "We think about marriage like it really means something."
"But, honey, it wouldn't hurt you one solitary bit."
"You'd make that a condition for me getting gas?"
"Yeah. What's so strange about that?"
"I mean, a beautiful woman like you. You ought to have your pick of men."
"Not out in the middle of the desert here, honey. Not when I've gotta be runnin' this gas station. Say, just a second. The tank's full and I've gotta collect some money from these people. Doin' all this talkin' to you is slowin' me down, anyway. I see these people lookin' more and more impatient."
"What the hell. They're at least gettin' the gas," he snarled. "I ain't gettin' anything."
"Stick around. Just relax. Finish your Coke. We'll talk as soon as I get finished with the last car. As you can see, the line's movin' toward the end."
"Yeah. I see that."
"Have you got any other places in mind where you can get gas?"
"You know better than that," he scowled. "Damned oil company rip-off bastards."
"Cussin' them and cussin' anybody else isn't gonna get your gas."
"No. That's true."
"Then just wait, huh? I'll be with you in a minute."
Stan nodded slowly, turned on his heel and walked back toward the front of the station. He sat down in a chair where Gloria often sat when there were no customers. Back in the days before the gas crisis hit.
He could not help but periodically stare at her shapely form, which fit snugly into the pair of black slacks she wore with her white blouse, through which he could see the jutting firmness of her fleshy breasts. Stan had to admit that, as loyal a husband as he was, here was a woman that he would like to see nude.
Not that he was going to succumb to his passionate curiosity, mind you. No, she said she wanted to talk to him some more, and for that reason he would wait until she finished serving gas and collecting money from the last car in line. After that they would do some more dickering, and he would, by using his charms and telling her how badly he needed the gas, obtain it without having to provide her with sex.
He thought about some of his trucking buddies and what a nut they would accuse him of being at this moment. Any one of them would have given their eye teeth to jump into the sack with this voluptuous blonde beauty who called herself Gloria. A number of them were married, also, but he and his wife had always fallen into a different pattern. They had said "I do" and they meant just that.
That was the rule of thumb that Stan followed during his five years of marriage. Oh, there had been a few occasions on the road when, as a horny, robust man, he had either thought of pursuing a good-looking waitress or, in turn, had had more than one of them stare at him with a look of lustful curiosity, upon which he would have to back down, often when his emotions were telling him to do the very opposite.
Despite all those other temptations, however, not one of them had even come close to presenting the kind of challenge that Gloria did at this moment, when she was not only offering herself, but emphatically telling him that if he wanted to obtain special privilege and get some gas after she had closed for the entire day, and after her day's average allotment had been taken care of, then he would have to accommodate her in the realm of sex.
It really was a strange situation. Just looking at her caused his huge cock to quiver with excitement. Yes, it was beginning to harden appreciatively, and as he observed her bending over, his cock hardened some more as he stared at the firmness of her ass cheeks, which fit so tightly and snugly into her black slacks.
Before long, just as he was gulping down the last few drops of his Coke, he observed Gloria making change for the man and the woman in the station wagon, the car that had pulled in just ahead of his truck, and as a consequence cost him his opportunity to get gas without any strings attached.
As the station wagon drove off, he rose slowly from the chair and walked over to talk to Gloria.
"Now I'd sure be much obliged if you'd get to sellin' me that gas," Stan looked at her with urgency. "As a matter of fact, I'll even pay you extra. How's that?"
"Oh, no. I'm not looking for extra payment," she shook her head. "At least not that kind of extra payment."
"We gonna go into that again?" he snapped, his voice dramatically rising and his hands beginning to tremble.
"What are you gettin' so uptight about, honey?" she asked coolly. "Just because the temperature's hot doesn't mean that you've gotta be."
"I can't believe what you're doin' to me. Like I said. I need to make it to Salt Lake so bad. Here you are, you've got the gas, you admit that, and you ain't willin' to even give me a chance."
"Oh, no, I'm more than willing to," she emphatically corrected him. "It's just that I want a little something for myself along the way."
"How can you do this to a happily married man?"
"If it's all that happy, then a little roll in the hay with me won't change a thing."
"It's that I don't believe in that type of thing. Neither does my wife. That's why our marriage has been a success."
"If it's a success, then a horny woman like me who's in need of sexual release isn't gonna make one bit of difference. Not only that, but you're in need of release, too. I can see that cock of yours hardening in your jeans. It stands out."
"Ah, hell, I just happen to have a big pecker. It's always standin' out," he snapped.
"Come on now. There's more to it than that," Stan. You want sex. You really do want it. And you need it. That's why you're doin' all this tremblin' and snappin' at me, and actin' like you're so uptight. That and the guilt you've got. And there's no reason to feel it. So what do you say? You get a nice full tank of gas and all you've got to do is just jump into the sack with me. As a matter of fact, I'm in a generous mood. Real generous. So generous that I'm not gonna charge you anything for the gas. I just want your bod, Stan, that nice, muscular physique of yours. And you're gonna love my body, too. Hell, you like it already. You're just not willing to admit it."
Stan turned his head away. For several moments he was speechless. At first he was angered by her statements, but then he could not help but realize how true they were, and that scared him.
"Looks like you've really got things sized up," Stan sighed. "Well, like I said, I do need to get to Salt Lake."
"There's an easy way to get there. You're in need and so am I, honey. Ohhh, how long I've dreamed and fantasized about a nice hulk of a man like you, somebody with a nice stiff cock who would be willing to share himself with me. Well, now you're here, and I don't want you gettin' away. Not at all."
"You know, you're really some kind of woman," he shook his head exasperatedly. "You're always very persistent. I'll bet you are a damned good businesswoman runnin' this station, now that you lucked out with this gas crisis and all."
"I do okay."
"So where do we go to have at it?"
"That's my place over there," she pointed to the small house behind the gas station.
They walked in the rapidly mounting heat back to her house. Immediately she put on the air conditioner once that they stepped inside, and in a matter of moments they were standing opposite each other in the small but serviceable bedroom of Gloria.
She drew the shades, then stared into the fearful eyes of Stan.
"Honey, you really do look shook up about this," she shook her head. "I can hardly believe it. I thought that men like you vanished with the days of King Arthur. You really are committed to your wife. I can see that. But you don't need to worry. I'm not gonna take you away from your wife. I'm just gonna give you and myself a chance for a little satisfaction. And once that it's over I don't think you're gonna feel all that guilty. You're gonna then be able to see things more clearly."
"I don't know."
"Tell you what I'm gonna do. You look warm, honey. I'm gonna get you a nice cool beer."
As Stan sat down on the edge of Gloria's bed, she vanished into the kitchen. She returned with two cans of cold beer, one of which she kept for herself, the other of which she handed to Stan.
"Come on, honey, let's drink up," she said. "You lose so much water out there in the heat. You need to put it back in you. Not only that but that beer's got food value. All that nice malt."
He nodded, quickly gulping down the contents of the beer. Since he was feeling frustrated, he was inclined to drink that much faster. Before Gloria was more than halfway through her can of beer, Stan had already finished his.
"I've gotta get you a refill," she said, jumping up alertly from the edge of the bed and picking up his empty can.
"Naw, I don't really need another one," he motioned her with a wave of the hand.
"Sure you do. You're gonna relax, honey, and I know one thing. That beer's gonna help."
"You're a real psychologist. All the way down the line," Stan shook his head.
"I try."
She took the empty can back with her into the kitchen, tossing it into a waste paper basket. Moments later she materialized once again with a fresh can of beer, which she handed to Stan.
"Like to keep plenty of beer around, especially when it's warm," she smiled engagingly.
Once again Stan gulped fast. His head began to feel a little drowsy, and in the midst of what was happening, Stan could feel a certain measure of relaxation coming over him. Gloria had been absolutely right. The beer was having an effect, a relaxing sensation overtaking him.
Even though his body was feeling a little more relaxed, Stan's mind continued to remain troubled. His eyes would flip back and forth. They would take in the voluptuous beauty of Gloria, after which, feeling guilty, he would then turn them away.
Gloria realized the turbulent battle was going on within Stan. Occasionally she would feel guilt pangs over doing this to a man who, unlike most of the men she had met in her life, was apparently attempting to be loyal and decent toward his wife.
She realized in the final analysis, however, how badly she craved this man. It was her firm conviction that, if she could not get some sex stimulation from an appealing male very soon, she would literally crack up. The pressures attached to running the station during a gas crisis, coupled with her lack of being able to communicate with virtually anyone in her remote part of the desert, apart from the ordeal of pumping gas, was driving her into a tizzy.
When Stan finished his second beer, she made certain that she completed her own.
"Want another one?" she asked.
"Oh, no. That's fine."
"Then tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna get off my clothes. I'm pretty warm. Sweating like crazy. I always do out there in that heat pumping gas. Even at this early an hour in the morning, it's as hot as blazes."
"Out here in the desert it is. You mean you're gonna take off your clothes right not?"
"That's right."
He turned his head away with embarrassment.
"Come on now. You've seen naked women before," she laughed. "I've got the same set of physical equipment that your wife's got, Stan. So you don't need to start actin' like a little boy."
"It's just that this whole thing's so unfamiliar to me," Stan shook his head.
"Never thought I'd see the day, never thought I'd see it," she laughed as she jumped up from the bed.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I never thought I'd see the day I'd meet a man of chivalry. I mean, somebody from the old school. A man who's dedicated to his wife. So devoted that he figures he's doin' something terrible, really bad, if he humps a good-lookin' woman who wants him. This is really somethin'."
"I'm sorry you think I'm a freak, but that's just the way I am."
"I didn't use the word freak, honey. You did. No, as a matter of fact, it makes it all the more exciting. I'm gettin' a guy who's not just jumpin' in the sack with anything in skirts. That's more than I can say for an awful lot of the guys that I've been to bed with."
"Sounds like you've really been around."
"I've had my share of lovers."
"I'm not surprised, considering how good looking you are."
"I'm not a nymphomaniac, but I'm a far cry from a virgin," she chuckled.
Now it was time to begin stripping off her clothes. While Stan's eyes widened with a combination of lustful curiosity and fear, she undid her blouse and promptly removed it. After that she unsnapped her bra straps and tossed her brassiere aside, letting her firm white breasts pop free of any resistance.
"Look at my tits," she grinned. "You like 'em, honey? You like my set of boobs?"
"You've got beautiful breasts," he gulped. "Sounds like it pains you to say it."
"You know what's troublin' me. I've been talkin' to you about it."
"I know, honey. It grieves me deeply to see you troubled. Well, you're not gonna be troubled for long. I'm gonna see to that."
It pleased her to observe that he did seem to find a certain hypnotic fascination with her breasts, which he stared at for several long minutes. The beautiful blonde then reached down and began to ease out of her slacks, which she slipped down her firm, trim legs.
After she stepped out of her slacks she was down to nothing more than her filmy white bikini panties. She could see that Stan's eyes were widening with every passing moment.
"Like what you see," she laughed. "You can't tell me any different, Stan. And there's nothin' to be ashamed of, honey. Just some clean little fun between a man and a woman. No problem with that. Not at all. Not only will your wife not know about it. Nobody's gonna find out. We're just gonna have ourselves plenty of fun."
Stan leaned forward, watching closely as the beautiful, voluptuous blonde reached down and let her fingers come to rest against the crotchband of her panties. She noticed that she had already moistened her panties. The process had actually begun as soon as she had met Stan, who had appealed to her right away. Not only was he a handsome, muscular man, the kind she would have liked to go to bed with in any event, but on top of that she was exceedingly horny, so much so that she would have liked to have peeled her clothes off immediately, even under the broiling desert sun, and have let him fuck her right then and there.
Even though her animal instincts told her to peel off her panties as soon as possible, she purposely slid them slowly down her trim, firm thighs, giving Stan a chance to react to her meticulous movements. She kept on watching the way that his eyes would widen, and occasionally she would stare down at his crotch, observing the manner in which it was rapidly and dramatically hardening.
"You want me, Stan, you know damned well you do," she laughed. "Well, we're gonna have ourselves all kinds of fantastic fun. Yeah, we're gonna have a good screw. A tremendous screw."
She reached down and made a grab once again for her panties, pulling them down her legs until they were finally down to her ankles. After that she kicked them off altogether, then extended her legs, staring down at her silky smooth, furry blonde triangle. "Take one look at this pussy, you're gonna get real familiar with it," she grinned. "How do you like me bare ass naked, honey?"
"You couldn't be any better," he told her breathlessly.
"That's good. Now we're gettin' down to the nitty gritty. I like that. No more of this beating around the bush. You thought that about me from the very beginning. I could tell it. But we're not gonna go over that anymore. We're gonna have ourselves some fun. Some honest-to-goodness fun."
He watched as she made a move toward the bathroom. She opened the door.
"I'm gonna take me a shower right now," she told him. "How about you? How about joining me?"
"Well, I don't know," he said slowly.
"I'm gonna just soak my body in the nice cool water. I'll call for you in a little bit, honey. Now while I'm showerin' you've got a chance to get out of your clothes. Fair enough?"
"I guess so," he shook his head. "You seem to have everything figured out, Gloria."
"A gal's got to. You know, when she's way out here in the desert and she runs her own gas station, she's gotta pretty much live by her own wits."
"That's true. I can see you've got a strong independent streak."
"Yes, I do. Glad you noticed it," she chuckled.
He watched closely as the beautiful blonde, her firm, magnificent buttocks flipping back and forth, walked into the bathroom.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stan kept telling himself to be calm.
His hands were sweating and trembling noticeably as he slipped his T-shirt over his head and off of him, revealing his barrel-like, hairy chest. His beautiful lover-to-be was not around to appreciate his torso, but soon she would be seeing him completely naked. He reached down and slowly undid his belt, then slid his blue jeans down his legs and off of him. After that it was just a matter of moments before he glided his white briefs down his legs and off of him, at which point he was completely naked, and sporting as huge an erection as he had ever experienced in his entire life.
It made him feel a little shameful to be this stone hard for a woman he barely knew, particularly since his own loyal wife was at home right then, probably hanging out the wash or performing some other household duty. Not even on his honeymoon had he felt more intense and been more ready for sex than he was at this very moment, which bothered him greatly. He kept thinking back to what the seemingly wise young blonde was telling him about not feeling any measure of fear or guilt over something that she viewed as completely normal, namely sex between the two of them. He had conditioned himself for a long period of time to think otherwise, but yet there he was, continuing to maintain his rock-hard rigidity as he stared in the direction of the bathroom.
He listened to the sound of the water emanating from the shower. Stan sat on the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees, wondering just what would happen next.
Suddenly he heard no more water from the shower. Apparently she had shut it off. His heart began to pound thunderously as he anticipated a confrontation about to take place with Gloria. Whereas before she had been the only one naked, now he was nude as well, and he could not help but wonder just what her reaction would be when she saw him totally devoid of clothes.
His heart pounded even more thunderously than before as he heard the door open. A few seconds later she was standing before him, staring down at his body hungrily, her eyes focusing in particular on the mammoth rigidity of his erect, pulsing cock.
"Oh, honey, you're bigger and better than anything I could have imagined," she sighed. "Just look at the size of your beautiful cock. Ohhh, it looks so nice, so erect, ooohhh, so long.
Before he had a chance to say anything, Gloria stooped over, then reached down and made a grab for his hard, flaming phallic tool. Up and down her fingers pumped methodically as she let them work first against the tip of his erect spear, then against the whole, bulging length of his enormous joint.
"Ohhh, you'd better turn loose," he gulped.
"I'm just having me a little fun," she laughed.
"Yes, this feels so good. Oh, yeah, running my fingers up and down your long prick. Ahhh, that's a nice feeling. Just enjoyin' myself a little, honey. Can't blame a girl for havin' a little bit of fun, can you?"
"I suppose not," he shook his head in utter frustration, realizing that he was losing his battle to retain his independence and not get involved with this shapely blonde beauty. In the process of losing the battle, he recognized that he was actually feeling a whole lot better inside than he would have had he won. That could not but help bother him as well. Here was a woman who was intent upon having sex with him, and, despite the fact that he was concerned about maintaining himself exclusively for his wife, he was indicating a great willingness and readiness to have sex with this beautiful woman.
She moved her fingers up and down the stiff column of flesh for a few more minutes. After that she abruptly released her fingers from his scalding organ.
"I would have liked pumping your prick some more," she chuckled, "except that you'd probably juice. And I'm not gonna let you get off that way, honey. We're gonna really enjoy each other. We're gonna go wild over each other's bodies. I can just tell it. You don't have this kind of a hard-on because you don't like me. So come on, honey. Let's jump back into the shower again. I wanna be in there with you. Your body's sweating. You've been driving. You need to relax. I've got the shower turned on just to the right point. It's nice and cool. Come on."
She took him by the hand. Slowly he rose from the bed, accompanying Gloria into the bathroom.
A few moments later they were sharing the comforting, cool water of the shower spray. Gloria reached out and grabbed hold of a bar of soap, which she used to methodically soap down his hard, phallic tool. She worked vigorously, then watched as the spray rinsed the foamy suds off of his cock.
"You really do look good," she grinned. "Just look at the size of that prick. I'll tell you one thing I'd like for you to do for me, honey."
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I'd like for you to soap down my tits," she chuckled. "That's a beautiful sensation. I mean, soaping them down. It felt good when I did it, but I want you to do it now. It'll make me feel even better. Come on, darling. Do that for me. I know you want to anyway. I saw the way your eyes practically popped out when you stared at my naked tits. There's no harm in wanting me, honey. It's only natural."
She handed him the bar of soap, which he took at first with a bit of reluctance. But as he began to run the slickened bar of soap against the firmness of her enticing white breasts, he had to admit that there was a certain erotic satisfaction to be derived from the act. Back and forth he kept on gliding the soap, and as he did, her firm tits jiggled and she heaved a series of long, deep sighs.
"Oh, honey, that's what I love," she nodded briskly. "Come on, ohhh, keep that soap moving.
Keep it moving against my tits."
"Am I moving fast enough?"
"You were, but I'm getting more excited."
"Which means you want it faster?"
"You bet. I can't get it fast enough, darling. Let's go. Really turn yourself loose, baby. Ohhhh, Stan, you're all man. Yes, you want it. You want me. You might as well admit it. So come on, darling. Ohhh, turn that soap bar loose. Really let me have it. Ohhh, plunge it, come on, plunge it against my tits."
He watched as her firm alabaster globes undertook a rapid, twisting pendulous flight. The faster that he briskly maintained the contact between soap and breasts, the louder that she gasped and the quicker that she thrust her breasts.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I'M TURNING OOONNN," she loudly exclaimed. "COME ON, DARLING. OHHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IIITTT."
He maintained his methodical contact against her breasts for a few more strokes. When he finally released the bar of soap from her breasts, and after she had rinsed them off, she reached out and grabbed him by the hand.
"Honey, what do you say we get out of here," she whispered seductively.
"I suppose so."
"Do I ever want you."
He felt the same way, but was a little ashamed to state it candidly. Gloria suspected as much. She knew, however, that despite his reservations and perhaps temporary guilt hangups, he definitely was over the worst of the negative hurdles. He urgently desired sex with her.
CHAPTER SIX
Now the beautiful blonde was lying stretched out in the middle of the bed.
Slowly but surely she was loosening Stan up, getting him acclimated to the idea of responding to another woman. His rock-hard cock was significant indication of his lusty passion for her body, and all she had to work on now, she realized, in order for him to go all the way, was his psyche.
She lay stretched out, her legs lewdly extended, staring down at her already dampened pussy. The longer she stared at her hair-fringed fissure, the greater the desire for her to achieve some form of contact with it, in the meantime arousing Stan, who sat perched on his knees, staring down at her. "You like my pussy, honey?" she asked teasingly.
"You've got a beautiful cunt. All of you is beautiful. I told you that before."
"So you did," she nodded. "Okay, honey, I'm gonna give you a little show. I'm gonna turn myself on and you at the same time."
He watched as the striking blonde reached down with her right hand, letting her fingers slide with meticulous grace against the pink petals of her dampened moist pussy.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS NIIIICE," she loudly exclaimed. "OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOD, LETTING YOURSELF GO. TURNING ON WITH A HANDSOME STUD OF A MAN LIKE YOU."
Stan's eyes watched with rapt attention, staring at the sensuous sight of Gloria as her legs twitched and her Fingers kept on smoothly manipulating inside the pink inner folds of her warm, moist vaginal flesh.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, HOW SWEET IT IS," she smiled. "OOOHHH, IT'S SO NICE, RUNNING MY FINGERS OVER MY SLIT. IT'S SUCH A GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL FEELING. I'M SO TURNED ON BY IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I LOVE IIIITTT."
All the while, Gloria's dampened fingers continued to slide against the pinkness of her dewy soft vaginal petals. The longer that she kept up her spontaneous movements, the faster the strokes that she delivered to the pink, ripe inner folds of her pussy flesh.
"YOU'RE TURNED ON BY IT, OOOHHH, I CAN TELL IT, I CAN TELL THE WAY YOU'RE LOOKING AT ME," she sighed. "KEEP WATCHING, HONEY. YES, THIS BOD IS BEAUTIFUL. IT'S TURNED ON A LOT OF GUYS AND THERE'S NO REASON WHY IT SHOULDN'T BE TURNIN' YOU ON, TOO."
Stan wanted to tell her to stop. He wanted to desperately run out of the room and her house, that is, after he'd put on his clothes. Stan wanted to tell her to forget it, that he would find another way to get gas, and that he could not put himself through the ordeal of cheating on his wife.
But was that what he really wanted? he asked himself further. Was that why his cock and balls were in a sate of scalding excitement? Certainly not. No, the beautiful femme fatale, Gloria, was turning him on no end. As her fingers kept on gliding inside of her torrid pussy, he longed to reach out and touch it himself, to let his fingers tease and glide enticingly against the velvety inner folds of her searingly moist cuntal flesh.
"OHHHH, OOOHHH, THIS IS REALLY LIVING," she sighed. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, HONEY. OOOHHH, I'M EXPLODING. OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING, GUSHING, OOOHHH, THE JUICES ARE SHOOTING FROM ME. THEY'RE SPRAYING FROM MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, I LOVE IIIITTT."
His cock became more agitated than ever, feeling the quivering, itchy pangs of erotic delight and lascivious fascination as he stared at the trembly legs and sleek, twisting buttocks of Gloria Casey as the juices sprayed from her pussy and into her hand.
Eventually she released her dampened fingers from her still fiery cuntal flesh. She pointed down at her seething fissure, then looked up at Stan with her sensuous blue eyes.
"Come on, honey, you can go to work now," she told him breathlessly. "Come on, I know damned fucking well you want my PUSSY. I know you want to tongue it. Yes, I'm nice and moist for you. I've already exploded once."
For a few moments it felt as if Stan's throat was caught in a vise. He wondered if he could speak at all. After clearing his throat, he then made a successful effort to speak, but when he did the words slowly tumbled from his mouth and his tone was scratchy.
"I don't believe it," he sighed. "You mean you're offerin' me your pussy?"
"What do you think this is all about?" she laughed. "Of course I am. Most men do want to get down there and do some hot, intense licking. Why the hell shouldn't they? I've got long, silky smooth thighs, just the kind that a guy likes to bury his head between. And I've got a beautiful box, too, if I do say so myself. I shave it just a little bit, keep it smooth. But yet I wanna keep some hair, too, 'cause that turns the guys on. That nice moist blonde pubic hair. It sure turned you on, didn't it?"
"Ah, what the hell," he sighed. "Why the hell should I deny it? Yes, it turned me on. That hasn't been my problem. My big problem has been getting turned on. You really are tempting me, Gloria. I don't know what else I can do except succumb. Especially now that you're offerin' me your pussy. You really do want me to suck it?"
"Of course I do," she laughed. "So what the hell's so unusual about that? I've got a pussy. It's good for lots of things. It likes to be licked. It loves the attention. It likes nothing better than for a man's tongue to press against my clit now and then. It gives me a wild feeling of satisfaction. So why do you find all this so unbelievable?"
He hesitated before responding. When he did, it was with a certain measure of embarrassment.
"Well, it's just that," he said slowly, "my wife doesn't go in much for that. The only times she's ever let .me go down on her is when she was... well, drinking, and that doesn't happen , very often."
"You say that that's a great marriage?" she immediately challenged him. "How could it be when she doesn't even give you access to her pussy? I mean total access."
"She's really what you'd call an old-fashioned girl," he conceded.
"And I'd say you're very much an old-fashioned guy, considering what you've told me about yourself. But within you there's the potential for a lot more, for a wild, ballsy stud. That side of you is just ready to break loose. It's ready to break loose at any moment. All you need is the right gal to steer you along. Well, here she is. Her name's Gloria Casey. So what do you think about that?"
"I can't help but turn on with you. When I look down at that juicy pussy. All ready to be sucked and licked. Oh, yeah, I want it, I really do. Like I said, I don't get enough of that kind of loving. Sure, I've got a big, hard cock, and it loves to fuck. But I also like to sink my tongue into a beautiful woman."
"Okay, here I am," Gloria smiled, extending her legs and flipping her buttocks provocatively from side to side to excite Stan that much more. "Come on and get me, baby. I'll bet you've got a nice long tongue."
"I have."
"I'll bet it's ready to go after my pussy. Isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is. As a matter of fact, why the hell should I pretend any longer? I want you. I want you damned bad."
"Okay, the feeling's mutual, Stan. I knew it was all along. Right from the beginning. There aren't a whole lot of men around who'd turn me down under any circumstances."
"Matter of fact, after seeing what I have, I don't think there's a one. He'd have to be nuts if he ever did."
"Why, darling, you can say some of the nicest things," she winked. "But we don't need anymore talk right now, do we?"
"No. Not when there's all that delicious pussy sucking to be done."
"Now you're talking. Okay, you've got access. Full access. Just look at my pussy. Ohhh, it's dripping with juice. It's shot, shot so beautifully. Well, you saw it."
"Did I ever. Did that ever turn me on."
"Okay, darling. Let's see that you get turned on again. In the right way. That you shove that roaring tongue of yours inside my pussy, the one that's frustrated at home. The one that that damned wife of yours won't let you sink into her slit. She's gotta be crazy. Not wanting her cunt to experience the sensations of your hot, plunging tongue. Well, I want it, honey. So come on, let's do it. Let's really do it."
He shoved his muscular body forward, reaching out and making a firm grab for her ankles. As he held on tightly to her ankles, then her thighs, he shoved his tongue inside the wetly inviting warmth of the blonde beauty's sodden vagina.
As he inhaled the fragrant aroma of her captivating pussy, he flipped his tongue against the soft, velvety folds of her seething vaginal flesh. Back and forth he frantically manipulated his tongue, enjoying every piercing stroke. While he moved it back and forth inside the intimate depths of her sizzling cuntal walls, his torrid fingers manipulated up and down with frenzied earnestness against her emblazoned alabaster thighs.
The blonde beauty threw her head back and heaved loud, deep gasps, enjoying every emphatic tongue thrust that her handsome lover sent inside the blazing surface of her impassioned nest.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I'M GOING WILD, I'M GOING WILD FOR YOUR TONGUE," she exclaimed. "COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, KEEP THAT TONGUE OF YOURS GRINDING. WORK IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. HOW I WANT YOUR TONGUE TO MOVE INSIDE MY PUSSY. COME ON, GRIND IT, OOOHHH, GRIND IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, SUCK ME, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, EAT ME OUT, OHHHH, EAT ME. OOOHHH, COME ON, GRIND IT. WORK YOUR TONGUE. WORK IT REAL NICE. SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK MEEEE."
His fingers clung more tightly than before to the warmth of her thighs and, in dramatic response, she teased him by shoving the softness of her silky inner thighs against his temples. She let her flesh cling tightly to his, which only prompted him to grind his tongue with that much greater agitation as it worked against the soppingly moist surface of her spongy cunt. Gloria loved listening to the scraping sounds of his provocatively moist tongue, which was clearly on a rampage as he worked it back and forth, sliding it with seething intimacy inside the moistness of her vagina.
Every now and then he would tease her by sliding his tongue against her gnarled blonde pubic curls, after which he would then crisply attack the wetness of her throbbing vagina.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, HONEY, I LOVE IT," she panted. "I JUST NEED IT AGAINST MY CLIT. COME ON, OOOHHH, RUB YOUR TONGUE AGAINST MY HOT CLIT. I'M ON FIRE, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. SUCK ME, SUCK ME, OOOHHH, KEEP UP THAT TONGUE ACTION. THAT FEELS SO GOOD, SO GOOD, OOOHHH, I LOVE IIIITTTT."
His twirling, twisting tongue continued to grind against the intimate depths of her moist pussy. Responding to her request, he promptly ground it against her clitoris, letting it just barely touch that erect, budding node of impassioned flesh.
All he had to do was touch her steaming clit.
That was sufficient to set her off in a state of blazing, wild desire as she flung her hips back and forth, heaving gasp upon gasp, enjoying every intimate bit of contact that took place between them.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GRINDING, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING," she shrieked. "OOOHHH, HONEY, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE THE DRIVING TONGUE ACTION. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP SUCKING ME. KEEP DRIVING YOUR HOT TONGUE. WORK IT INSIDE MY SLIT. OOOHHH, REALLY WORK IT, OOOHHH, SUCK ME, REALLY SUCK ME."
The louder that the heavy, gasping sounds that emanated from Gloria became, the more aroused that Stan's own animal passions grew as his steaming red digit continued to grind provocatively inside of the tight inner wetness of her seethingly moist, searing triangle.
"KEEP ON ATTACKING ME, OOOHHH, GRIND YOUR TONGUE, DARLING, GRIND IT, GRIND IT REAL NICE," she grunted. "OOOHHH, SUCK ME, COME ON, DRILL ME WITH YOUR TONGUE."
Tempestuously his burning tongue kept on manipulating with torpedo-like movements, driving and twisting as he propelled his lover that much closer to a state of blistering orgasm.
She became covered with a fine, misty sheen of perspiration as her hips and buttocks ground provocatively against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her. Every now and then she would shriek and yell, her hair being tossed in her face in a thousand different directions at once as she was pushed that much closer to the towering inferno of orgasm.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A TONGUE MAN, STAN, OHHHH, YOU'RE JUST TOO MUCH. COME ON, KEEP THAT RAGING TONGUE OF YOURS MOVING," she grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, HONEY, BABY, SUCK ME. SUCK MY PUSSY."
Tightly she pushed her firm, fleshy warm thighs against his temples as he kept on driving his searing tongue into the sodden depths of her inflamed vaginal furrow.
Her lewdly splayed legs widened and kicked as she heaved a deep gasp, no longer trying to hide the tremendous pleasure that she felt from every quick, pistoning tongue thrust that he sent into the blazing surface of her orifice.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, KEEP GRINDING, KEEP WORKING YOUR TONGUE," she sighed. "DARLING, OOOHHH, I'VE GOT TO SHOOT. OOOHHH, I HAVE TO. I CAN'T KEEP IT BACK ANY LONGER. OOOHHH, HONEY, WHAT TONGUE ACTION. KEEP YOUR TONGUE SWEEPING. OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME."
Once more the highly agitated Stan let his tongue teasingly ease against the erect node of her clitoris, which caused her hips and ass cheeks to wildly spasm.
"OOOHHH, MY CLIT, OOOHHH, IT'S ON FIRE, OOOHHH, YOU'VE DONE IT TO ME," she grunted. "OOOHHH, DARLING, KEEP IT GOING. KEEP THAT BUSY TONGUE OF YOURS MOVING. DRIVE IT, OOOHHH, REALLY DRIVE IT INTO ME. OOOHHH, OHHH, HONEY, YOU'VE GOT ME SO CLOSE, SO CLOSE, SO VERY CLOOOOOSE." His fingers manipulated rapidly up and down her sweat stained thighs several times, after which he then reached out and let his fingers push tightly against the crispness of her silky white ass globes. The harder that his penetrating fingers pushed, the deeper that his steaming tongue manipulated as he drove it inside the blazing wetness of her dampened cuntal petals. He could tell from the way that she was kicking and gasping that she was on the verge of a fiery orgasm, and finally the juices could be held back no longer as they started to catapult from her seethingly moist, inflamed vagina.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GOOOOO," she sighed. "OOOHHH, DARLING, OHHHH, CATCH IT ALL. SUCK ME, OOOHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, BABY, SUCK ME, REALLY SUCK ME. GET ALL THE JUICE. OOOHHH, EVERY DELICIOUS DROP OF IT. SWEETHEART, OHHH, CAN YOU EVER SUCK. OOOHHH, WHAT A WILD, BEAUTIFUL TONGUE YOU'VE GOT. I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, I REALLY LOVE IT."
Her toes curled against the soles of her feet and her legs kicked back and forth unrestrainedly as the impassioned drops of pussy juice gushed from her seething vagina and into her lover's mouth. His scorching tongue worked back and forth, grinding hotly and relentlessly as he sought to capture every drop of her fiery cuntal fluid, after which he then released his tongue from her mound.
"Oh, honey, you've got a fantastic tongue," she looked at him and winked.
"There's a lot to be said for your pussy," he exclaimed. "My tongue couldn't get enough of it."
"So I noticed."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stan's heart began to pound at an ever- accelerating crescendo of wild desire as he watched the beautiful blonde ease up to her knees, then reach out with both hands, eventually gliding her fingers against the rubbery smooth surface of his blood-engorged cock.
"OOOHHH, IT FEELS GREAT, OHHHH, I LOVE IT," he nodded enthusiastically.
"Of course you would," she smiled confidently. "I'm pretty good at knowing what to do with cocks. Especially when I like the man the cock's attached to, and in this case I definitely do."
"Those fingers of yours are on fire," he told her excitedly.
"Yes, I'd definitely say that they are."
Up and down her fingers assertively pumped against the full length of his blazing penis. They manipulated methodically against his hard, pulsating shaft. She pumped and slid, maintaining the brisk contact until, finally, she knew she had to withdraw her fingers before he exploded his thick juices.
"Okay, I'd say you're turned on enough now," she grinned. "Between the finger action I gave you and the pussy suck you just had, I guess you're ready to give me a good wild fuck. You've sucked my pussy. I guess you'd love to stick your cock in it now, wouldn't you?"
"I guess you know the answer to that one."
"Okay, honey. I just want you to know that I'm yours. That I'm all yours."
"That's all I've got to hear."
"Take charge of me, Stan. I want you so bad, baby. Oh, damned, I'm so glad you dropped by. You're not only gonna make my day. You're gonna make my next month."
With that Stan reached out and threw his strong arms against the blonde's delectable body. He kissed Gloria's lips frenziedly time and again, and with each kiss the fervent desires of lusty passion became that much more acute. His turgid prick had stiffened to its ultimate capacity, and as he finally released his lips from hers, he was all set to grind his long, steely cock inside the tightness of her seething vagina.
He reached down and let his fingers clutch excitedly against the curvaceous swell of her steadily wiggling hips. Eventually Stan grabbed the soft, smooth bottom cheeks of his beautiful lover.
"Oh, damned, what an ass you've got," he panted passionately. "I can't seem to get enough of you, honey."
"Come on, baby. Just push your prick inside me. How I want it. Oooohhh, I really want to feel your long, charging cock. I want you to push your prick inside me."
She could not help but smile with rapturous delight as Gloria felt every pore of Stan's virility press into the hollow of her flesh. She reached down and pumped against his stiff prick a few more times, after which she then released her fingers from his steely erection.
"That's all that I need," he said. "Now I'm all set to fuck you. I'm gonna drive my prick inside your pussy. I'm gonna really screw you."
Stan's head began to spin in a state of volcanic sensual rage. He reached down and once again pushed his fingers against the firmness of her silky white ass globes. He shoved his cock forward, allowing it to push up between her extended thighs and into the warmth of her moist, succulent pussy.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE IT GOOOOES," she exclaimed, her hips and buttocks kicking back and forth, bucking like a young mare. "COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME. DRIVE YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, LET'S MAKE IT HAPPEN, OOOHHH, LET'S REALLY MAKE IT HAPPEN. COME ON, OOOHHH, COME ON, SCREW ME. REALLY GIVE ME A WILD, BEAUTIFUL FUCK."
Beads of tense perspiration rolled down both sides of Stan's face as he shoved his stiff, blood- engorged member forward, letting it penetrate inside the tightness of his beautiful lover's warm, invitingly damp orifice as their bodies blended.
"What a tight cunt," he gulped. "Ohhh, keep wiggling that ass of yours. Darling, you're so good. Ohhh, you really act like you want it."
"Of course I do."
"I mean, with my wife. She hardly ever turns on like this."
"You poor guy. You didn't even know what you were missing. Here you tried to talk yourself out of probably the best fuck you've ever had."
"Oh, yeah. Damned, when I get home, well, I'm gonna make her fuck with more enthusiasm. With more intensity."
"You're damned right," Gloria laughed. "After all, you're payin' the bills, aren't you?"
"You've got the right idea."
"So you're entitled to the best damn fuck you can get. That make sense to you?"
"Makes all the sense in the world."
"But let's stop talking about your wife. Let's just keep this between the two of us, honey."
"I'm with you. Ohhh, I love that blonde butt of yours. The way it wiggles."
Every now and then he would reach down and let his strong, sturdy fingers grip tightly against the quivering surface of her white, silky bottom cheeks. The harder that he penetrated, the swifter and steadier that he manipulated his stiff, firm erection as it tunneled and gripped tightly against the passion-heated depths of the beautiful blonde's overwhelmed cunt as she heaved gasp upon gasp, enjoying every quick, plunging thrust that he sent into the dampness of her blazing vagina.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, WANT IIITTT," she shrieked. "COME ON, OOOHHH, GIVE ME A WILD FUCK. DRIVE YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON, OOOHHH, SCREW ME GOOD. OOOHHH, THIS IS REAL- LY FUCKING."
As his fingers reached down and made yet another grasp for the ripely curvaceous folds of her ass cheeks, which glistened with a tinge of perspiration, he drove his steadily rampaging cock even deeper inside of her. All the while he could feel the quivering waves of passion in his cock and balls as his prick thundered forward, driving zealously onward, all the while pushing him that much closer to the state of orgasm.
After awhile his fingers started to grab hold of Gloria's hips, which he pressed against tightly. He then pulled sharply against the fleshy nether cheeks of her ripe, firm ass as his bludgeoning prick movements carried his skewering instrument that much deeper into her ravaged belly.
It was better than anything she could have desired. As erotic and satisfying as the sex with J.P. had been that night in his palatial Las Vegas hotel suite, this was even better. She could see that this horny truck driver had needed a good fuck every bit as much as she had. That was something she had told him even before they had taken off their clothes, but little had she realized just how dire the need was in the case of Stan, who apparently was having problems with a somewhat puritanical wife.
The fact that Stan was having difficulties at home only spurred her on with that much greater determination. She would show this handsome, muscular truck driver just what fucking was all about, providing him with the wildest screw that he could ever possibly desire.
She hissed lasciviously as his fingers moved from her buttocks to her firm, rounded breasts, which tingled with the touch of his passionate fingers.
"OOOHHH, YOU LIKE MY TITS, AAAHHH, YOU REALLY LIKE THEM," she sighed happily. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR COCK DRIVING. DARLING, OOOHHH, WORK IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. PLUNGE IT UNTIL YOU EXPLODE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE OF THOSE SENSATIONS. IT'S JUST TOO MUCH FOR ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THERE I GO. OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING, SHOOTING, SHOOOOTIIIING. OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO NICE. WHAT A FEELING. OOOHHH, KEEP ON FUCKING. KEEP ON DRIVING. COME ON, OOOHHH, FUCK ME REALLY NICE. COME ON, POUND ME WITH YOUR HARD COCK. OOOHHH, POUND ME RELENTLESSLY, MY DEAR."
As the juices sprayed from her seething vagina, he once again let his fingers clutch tightly against the smooth, ripe nether cheeks of her rapidly flailing ass while his piercing pole kept pounding into her, driving solidly as he propelled himself that much nearer to the lustful moment when the thick, volcanic white drops of spraying sperm would torpedo thunderously from the end of his steadily racing cock and into her thoroughly dominated mound.
The beautiful blonde hissed loudly, entwining her silky smooth, sweat-dampened legs around her lover's body as the juices continued to explode from her exhilarated cunt.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS LIKE BEING IN HEAVEN," she sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP POUNDING ME WITH YOUR COCK. DRIVE IT HARD, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, FUCK ME WITH IT. FUCK ME, OOOHHH, FUCK ME."
Gloria flung her hips back and forth a few times, letting them race recklessly as eagerly she prepared to receive the hot, uncompromising male liquid from the towering tip of the truck driver's raging, inferno-like cock.
His thick, steaming cudgel kept on driving sharply into the tight depths of her clasping pussy muscles. His lust-bloated balls moved with an ever increasing crescendo of soaring heat and finally he could not hold back the impassioned juices any longer.
As Stan's pumping hips twisted lasciviously, he watched the spewing droplets of thick white cream begin to gush from the end of his stiff, blue-veined, skewering pole, which kept on wildly assaulting the gorgeous blonde's besieged, tight pussy walls.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, GLORIAAAAA," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP FLINGING YOUR BEAUTIFUL BUTT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH. I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, DARLING, OOOHHH, WHAT FUCKING. OOOHHH, KEEP THOSE SHAPELY ASS CHEEKS MOVING. KEEP ON SHOVING THOSE HOT GLOBES BACK AND FORTH. OOOHHH, BACK AND FORTH. I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I REALLY LOVE IIIIIITT."
"Darling, how good it feels," she sighed. "Keep on blasting away. Drive your hot, plunging prick inside me. Come on, ooohhh, I want to feel every bit of it. Every bit of that hot, manly flesh. Ohhh, come on, fuck me good. Drive it inside me. Really screw me. Ohhh, come on, screw me."
He panted and gasped, continuing to shove his hard, determined prick into the wet intimacy of her searing vagina. After the last few drops of his hot, explosive liquid finished spraying from the end of his towering organ, he then slowly released his now satisfied cock from her mound.
Gloria looked up at Stan with complete admiration. He reached down and let his fingers clench tightly against the warmth of her fleshy breasts.
"Honey, I've really gotta thank you," he said. "I can't believe how good this felt."
"You needed it. When you get back home, you'd just better wise your wife up. Just think of how many great fucks you've been missing. Fucks that sexy women like me would be glad to give you."
"How I know it."
"I'm indebted to you, too, darling. I needed a good fuck so bad. Well, now I've had it and I feel completely different. I feel satisfied."
"That's good. You know, I feel damned guilty taking that gas without even paying for it."
"Ah, forget it," Gloria chuckled. "A deal's a deal. I said I'd do it, didn't I?"
"Yeah. The gesture's appreciated. It's just that I got so much out of this. I never realized just how bad I needed it. I needed a good fuck and you gave it to me."
"We served each other well," she smiled. "But I'm so indebted to you, honey, that I wanna give you that gas."
"It's a funny thing," he smiled ironically. "Before I came in here and balled you, the most important thing in this world was getting to Salt Lake. Now, after screwing you, I can fuck Salt Lake, fuck the job, fuck everything-except the beautiful times we could enjoy. I could just stay here and screw with you forever."
"I'm tempted to do the same thing."
"Only I know I can't. There's Salt Lake waiting. Then, after that, another job. But I'll tell you something, honey. I'll never forget what happened here today."
"Neither will I," she smiled. "And I'll never forget that hard, stiff cock that really plunged inside my pussy. Once you got started, honey, you were impossible to stop. I figured it'd be that way. Sometimes it's the guys you have to talk into it who will give you the best fuck."
"Maybe so. All I know is that your pussy was a perfect match for my cock."
"That's so true. Would you like another beer before you leave?"
"Yeah. That sounds real good."
"Comin' right up. Think I'll have me another one, too."
"Sure thing. We'll celebrate the fantastic fuck we just had."
"Now you're talking, dear."
"What a body you've got."
Stan reached down and let his fingers slide with great affection against the warmth of her firm breasts.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was several days following Gloria Casey's sexual interlude with Stan.
She had thought about Stan often, wondering just what it would be like to have him on a regular basis. Gloria could not help but envy his wife, and every time she thought about the fact that poor Stan was not getting the full measure of sex, or the full complement to which he was entitled, it made her angry. What she wouldn't have given to have had somebody like him out there in the desert, sharing her little house with her, making life so worthwhile during the time that she was so overloaded with business as a result of the gas crisis.
On one particular day, after a hectic morning, she walked slowly back to her house. Not only had it been extremely hot, but she had had to pull out virtually all psychological stops to prevent two burly truck drivers from walloping the daylights out of each other.
It happened toward the end of the morning, when she was bringing her gas selling efforts to a halt. One man accused the other of cutting in front of him. The second man denied the charge, maintaining that he just happened to be sweeping into the driveway at that moment in time, and that it was not his intention to cut the other party off.
The combination of the tension due to long lines and difficulty in obtaining gas along with the tremendous heat that was already present in the dry summer desert air prompted the two men to become highly angry. They cursed each other out and were doubling up their fists, preparing to have at one another when a highly concerned Gloria Casey threw herself in between them.
She did as much sweet talking as she possibly could, alternately smiling and pleading with the two men, imploring them to cool off so that there would be no trouble. Up until then her gas station had been totally without any serious incidents, for which she was grateful, and so she did not want that record to be marred.
The men eventually decided to cool off, and finally, under her insistence, they shook hands.
"If you guys want to get gas, you've gotta behave like gentlemen," she looked at them and winked, trying to shame them as she would a couple of little boys.
"Guess you've got a point there," the first man laughed.
"Okay by me," the second man nodded. "Let's let by-gones be by-gones."
In spite of the fact that she'd been able to avert trouble, the whole incident still left her weary. The one thing she wanted was to take a cool, refreshing shower, after which she would stretch out on her bed and watch some game shows.
Since it was particularly warm, she decided to just stretch out in the nude while she watched television. After she finished her refreshing shower, she did that very thing, turning on a network game show from Los Angeles. It felt good just lying there, her lovely body luxuriating in the cool air of her bedroom, aided by the fan that was blowing air into the room at a rapid pace.
The shower had refreshed her considerably, and after having lunch, she decided that perhaps she would take a long nap.
Just when she was settling back and enjoying the show, lying stretched out on her stomach, her buttocks propped into the air, the doorbell rang.
She jumped up from the bed, walking over to the closet, where she grabbed hold of her light blue robe, which she flung over her body, closing it tightly.
"Just a moment," she called out quickly.
As Gloria opened the door, she found herself standing face to face with a tall, slender man. He was clad in a short-sleeved white shirt. It was open at the collar. His slacks were gray. The thing she noticed about him, however, was his frustrated manner. The sandy-haired man with the gray eyes looked totally frustrated. His face was red as were his eyes.
"Pardon me, but you must be the woman who owns the gas station over there," he said. "Is that right?"
"Yes. I am. I only pump gas for just two hours a day, however, and the pump's been closed for at least an hour. I'm sorry."
"So you knew exactly what I wanted," he smiled pathetically.
"Yes. It doesn't take much figurin'."
"No, I suppose not. You know, I sure would be obliged if you could sell me some gas. Damned if I wouldn't."
"I'm sorry, but a person has to draw the line somewhere. If I started making exceptions for one person, well, I guess you know what would happen finally."
"Yes. That's a fact! Really is. I can understand your point of view. It's perfectly logical. Indeed it is."
"I'm awfully sorry, Mister. You do look frustrated."
' "Listen. I'm as thirsty as hell. I hate to impose on you. Really I do. But would you mind if I just came in, cooled off for a moment, and had a glass of cold water? I feel damned dehydrated. I've been driving from Riverside and I've got an appointment to meet a man in Boulder City. He's gonna be leaving town this afternoon. So I'm in a hurry, but I need to just refresh myself for a little bit. Get some water, cool off. Would you really mind?"
She studied the man's face carefully. He had nice even features. It was definitely the kind of face that Gloria Casey liked.
"What's your name?" she asked in a sensuous voice.
"It's Chuck. Chuck Steele. I'm a salesman from Riverside."
"Okay. Fine. You can come in," she held the door open invitingly. "My name's Gloria Casey."
"Glad to know you, Gloria," he smiled. "Much obliged."
"Don't mention it. Sorry that everything's so messy around here, but I've been just so busy running the station, and whenever I'm not pumping the gas I just kind of unwind. Besides, I don't get all that many visitors around here, so I guess I just don't have that much motivation to keep things clean."
There were books, magazines and newspapers strewn around the living room. At that point, however, Chuck Steele could not have cared less. The thing that made him feel good was that he had been invited inside this beautiful blonde woman's house. Just maybe, if he was as good a salesman as he thought, he could still persuade her to sell him some gas. It had been his initial thought to lay things right on the line, to tell this alert-eyed, beautiful young woman exactly how dire an emergency he was in, and how badly he needed gas, but he decided that pushing the panic button would not be as successful an approach as working his way inside her house, talking to her for a little while, becoming acquainted, then stating his case anew.
He sat down in a green chair, watching as she walked into the kitchen. He couldn't help but notice what a fantastic looking woman she was. Chuck Steele also wondered just what this beautiful woman, Gloria Casey, was wearing under that robe. Perhaps she had just come out of the shower, he speculated. At any rate, he knew that she possessed a voluptuous, flowing figure beneath that robe, and he would have given anything to have been able to peer beneath it and stare down at her curvaceous beauty.
"I'll tell you what, Chuck," she called out from the kitchen. "Since you seem like such a nice guy and you do look tired and frustrated, I'll give you a choice."
"A choice?"
"That's right. You can take your pick. I'll give you the cold water that you asked for or else, if your preferences run in this direction, I'll give you a can of cold beer. What'll it be?"
"Say. The cold beer sounds like a great idea," he nodded vigorously.
"Okay, Chuck. Cold beer it is."
By then, as she was reaching into the refrigerator to pull out the cans of cold beer, Gloria was beginning to think about Chuck Steele in a romantic context. She remembered how she had freely let Stan into her bedroom. That had been a case wherein she had bought sex, promising him some free gas in exchange for a good time beneath the sheets. She had, at the time she hatched that idea, concluded that she would probably feel satisfied for quite some time to come after enjoying her romp in the hay with Stan. Actually, she was discovering, the opposite was true. Her wild sex romp with Stan had only served to strengthen those strong, flowing desires within her voluptuous female body. Instead of placating her, it reawakened the old spirited, tempestuous side of Gloria, which had permitted itself to surface on so many occasions before. But now she was stymied, living by herself in the middle of the desert, and even though she was now making money hand over fist, she did not dare leave her gas station. Things had been going poorly before but now they were going too well.
She walked back into the living room, carrying two cans of beer, one for herself and the other for her guest. She stared at Chuck, admiring his classical cheek bones and thin, nose. He was a completely different type of man than Stan, the burly truck driver, but there was a particular artistic sensuousness that Chuck possessed that Stan had not. The longer that she stared at him as she began sipping from her beer can, the more curious she became as to just how well he might perform if he had the opportunity to take her to bed. She could tell from the way that he was staring at her that the thought was crossing his mind, which was certainly anything but unusual, considering the fact that, from the time that she entered her early teens she'd had scores of men constantly vying for her attention.
"How's the beer?" she asked after a long pause had set in.
"Oh, it's real good. It's nice and cold. Just what I need on a hot day."
"Glad I could help you out. If there's one thing that standing out there and pumping gas teaches you, it's to have compassion for others. Especially under this broiling sun."
"Yes. I can believe that. Now if I could just get some gas, too, I'd be all right."
He felt that it was time to resurrect the subject of gasoline. How badly he needed to get to Boulder City. This was a sale he just had to have, and if he couldn't make it to the city outside Las Vegas primarily known for Hoover Dam, formerly known as Boulder Dam, he could conceivably lose his position. Things had been exceptionally tough for Chuck Steele during the course of the last few months, but he could not let her or anyone else know just how trying they had been. The one thing that he knew was that as a salesman he could never act desperate, even though his inner impulses were telling him more and more to do just that.
"I'm really sorry about the gas," she said.
Already, however, the shapely blonde beauty was having second thoughts. If the gas approach worked with Stan, and had enabled her to receive a wild piece of ass, then it would work for a second time. Here was a more sensitive and artistic man than Stan, and certainly better educated, but down deep she could see that he possessed the same strong sensual urges that Stan did. Every now and then his eyes would quickly travel up and down her body, generally whenever she turned her head the other way. What a riot it was, she thought humorously to herself, that a man would be so quick to assume that, just because she was turning her head, she was not still observing what he was doing. Actually she liked the way that he was staring at her body. It made her feel good to know that this handsome but apparently desperate man was highly attracted to her. Yes, she could see the desperation in his eyes, even though he was attempting to hide it as much as possible in his presentation. If there was one thing that Gloria had excelled at both from her experiences as a waitress and now as a gas station operator, it was how to read people.
"I really would give just about anything if you could sell me some gas," he said, trying to sound calm, but failing. "You know, I hate to say this, but this is a highly important meeting for me in Boulder City. It's imperative that I get there. Tell me something, Gloria. Would you be offended if I offered to pay you an extra fifty dollars for the gas?"
"Well, I guess you know that this type of thing is clearly against the law," she said.
"Yes, I realize that. I'm sorry. I just happen to be desperate."
"Then again, Chuck honey, there's nobody here but the two of us. Right?"
"As far as I know."
"Well, that's it. Just you and me," she chuckled. "Well, you know, that does sound kind of good. I could stand the money. As a matter of fact, Chuck. I could even suggest something else." She smiled at him broadly.
"Yes. Anything. What?"
"Honey. If you'd make it a hundred bucks extra, I'd even throw in myself."
She completed her statement by bursting into loud and raucous laughter. If there was one thing she was determined to do, it was to leave herself an out in the event that Chuck took her too seriously and was shocked by her statement. That way she could always point out that her remark was made clearly in jest.
Instead of laughing along with her, or being shocked, she observed that his eyes were quickly widening. He shifted in his chair, becoming exceedingly restless. Already she was happy that she had taken her little gamble. Here was a man who was definitely interested in taking her to bed. It was just a question of whether he would be willing to do so under these particular circumstances. Hell, she knew, if he told her that he was short of money or the like, she would be willing to screw with him for free, if need be. But still she decided not to tell him that. After all, if she was successful in getting him to Boulder City, where he could make a lucrative sale, then he would be making probably a good deal of money off of her generous efforts. So what was the harm in asking for a little extra money? Certainly not the amount that she had asked for from J.P.
"I hope you're serious," he said, "because. Well, I've got something I wanna level with you about."
"Go ahead, honey. I'm a good listener. Good as you'll ever find."
"I really believe that," he told her. "I like your attitude."
"So go ahead, darling. I'm all ears."
"Well. The last few months have really been damned rough on me," Chuck Steele explained. "You see, I was the top man in my company for two years running. I worked my way up to a top sales manager's position. Then things started to go sour with my marriage. My wife, the damned bitch, well, she started playing around. After that I just went to pieces. The more she played around, the better she enjoyed giving me the boot. She had a sadistic impulse in her. As I grew more successful in the sales field, she actually began to resent me. You see, her old man was wealthy and she liked the idea of her being responsible for me."
"You mean she was supporting you for a while?"
"Actually her father was, but she liked to take the credit," Chuck Steele explained painfully. "It was something she could hold over my head. Actually beat me over the head with would be a better way of putting it."
"You poor dear," she said sympathetically.
"So here's what happened. I was determined to rise from the ranks of the struggling young salesman, and the fact that she was always getting on me, telling me how she was responsible for me being supported, well, that motivated me like hell. I fought like a demon and worked my way up to the top position in that company. And we've got some crack salesman there, too."
"Good for you. You sound like a mighty good salesman."
"Thank you. But anyway, the more success I realized on the job, the worse the hell would become at home. At first she wasn't playing around or anything like that, but finally, when she couldn't get to me any other way, she tried that. Well, it worked."
"You mean you started to break down on the job?"
"That's right. So finally she left me. I was in a terrible predicament. Had to move into a tiny little apartment. Work like hell. I've been doing that the last few months and this is my opportunity for a break-through. It's finally come. But it sure as hell has been frustrating and I haven't had an opportunity to get any kind of meaningful release at all. Now here I am sitting in the same room with a beautiful woman, somebody who could make my ex-wife look like a boy. It feels good just being here with you. But if I could screw you, well, it'd mean one hell of a lot to me. Between that and getting the gas I'd be home free. I just know it. This would give me such a pick-up. Such a push. Just the right kind of impetus I would need to make the sale."
"I see. You made a very convincing sales pitch," she smiled. "Actually I meant what I said about jumping in the sack with you. That is, if you're leveling."
"All the way," he said. "Just look at my crotch. Can't you see the hard-on?"
Her blue eyes peered down at the salesman's gray trousers. Sure enough, he had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. She longed to reach out and touch his firm, warm cock, to stroke his enormous phallic tool and bask in the delighted adventure of sex with Chuck Steele.
"Yes, you look very well hung, my dear," she said. "How'd you like to see all of me?"
"I'd absolutely love it," he panted.
Enjoying the situation she was in, the gorgeous blonde eased her beautiful body up from the chair on which she was sitting. She reached down and' undid the sash of her robe, revealing first her breasts, then all of her glorious nudity.
As she let the robe slip down her arms and off of her, she extended her sleek white legs, revealing her warmly captivating pussy, complete with the fringe of glistening blonde pubic hair.
"Oh, damned, you're too much," he exclaimed. "It makes me wanna just reach out and grab hold of my cock. To run my fingers up and down it."
"Well, darling. There's nobody here to stop you, is there?"
"Come to think of it there isn't."
"Then go ahead. Just like you're enjoying looking at my pussy, I'd like to see your long, hard cock. I'd love to fasten my eyes on it."
"Okay. Request granted."
Chuck Steele reached down and promptly unzipped his trousers. He reached inside his shorts, pulling out his long, bloated cock, which he began to confidently stroke, moving his fingers with pistoning zeal up and down the full length of his firmly elongated ramrod.
"Oh, damned, I feel better already," he grinned. "It's so nice, just sitting here, staring at your beautiful pussy, at your fantastic tits, and running my fingers up and down my prick at the same time."
"I know. It makes me feel like reaching down and stroking my pussy."
"There's not a damned thing to stop you from doing it."
"No, that's true. That's very true."
She extended her legs slightly, then reached out with her right hand, letting her finger tips slowly but surely stroke against the mounting dampness in her vagina.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOOODD," she exclaimed. "I LOVE RUNNING MY FINGERS AGAINST MY PUUUSSYY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S SO NICE. OHHHH, AAAHHH, IT REALLY FEELS GOOOOD."
"It feels good when I stroke my prick, too," he told her. "Oh, damned, it's so nice watching you. Watching those brisk, beautiful fingers of yours slide against your pink, moist pussy. It turns me on so much."
"Yes, just like I'm turned on watching your fingers move against your prick," she smiled.
Their fingers continued to generate steam effectively as they ground against cock and pussy respectively.
CHAPTER NINE
Finally Gloria released her fingers from her now scorching vagina.
She jumped up from her chair, walking briskly toward the bedroom. She motioned to her lover, who removed his fingers from his long, hard cock.
"Oh, honey, this is gonna be the moment of a lifetime for me," he grinned.
"You poor dear. Well, we're able to serve each other. I need a good fuck right now and so do you."
"You'd better believe it."
"Okay. Then let's get it on."
She walked into the bedroom, where she had left the television set on. The game show had gone off in the meantime and there was a news program on in its place. She shut off the television set, then drew the covers of the bed back, sliding her body on top of the crisp white bed sheets, then lewdly extending her legs, thrusting her buttocks against the bed as she showed her handsome lover her pink, enticingly moist pussy.
"Honey, this is all yours," she said. "As a matter of fact, it's wild for you."
"Darling. How I want it. How I need it."
"Well, I've got to have you take your clothes off first. Come on, honey, I wanna watch you. As a matter of fact, I'm gonna go through these wild gyrations and keep you excited while you're undressing."
"That's good. I like to watch those fantastic ass cheeks wiggle. You've got such a glorious looking butt, darling."
"Thank you. That spurs me on that much more. Makes me a lot more determined to please you."
"That's good. I'll say or do anything that you need to get stimulated."
"I'll really be stimulated when I see that hot, naked body of yours."
"It's hot all right. You've used the right word."
He eased out of his trousers, then eased his shorts down his legs and off of him. Now he was completely naked, every bit as nude as was the extraordinarily beautiful blonde whose hips and buttocks continued to writhe and twist sharply against the bed.
"COME ON, JOIN ME, JOIN ME," she called out breathlessly. "COME ON, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, I KNOW HOW BADLY YOU WANT IT. I CAN TELL FROM THAT EXPRESSION ON YOUR FACE. OOOHHH, HERE'S A MAN WHO'S ON FIRE."
"You know me damned well," he gulped. "Just looking down at that gorgeous body is enough to turn me on in a big way. Oh, I need you, I really need you."
"We need each other, darling. Come on, let's get into it. Let's really get into it. Let's enjoy it. Enjoy it to the fullest."
"Oh, yes. We will."
He threw himself down on top of the bed. She listened to the seductive sounds of the bed springs jangling as he threw his slender but muscular body toward her own. He was built more or less along the lines that she had anticipated, with smooth, sleek muscles. He wasn't as beefy as Stan, but was as erotically exciting in his own way.
She couldn't help but take joyous note of the fact that her sex life was markedly improving. First she'd had the bulky, sexy truck driver Stan, and now here she was with the slender but equally seductive presence of Chuck Steele, who was panting loudly as he shoved his body toward hers.
He reached out with both hands, sliding his fingers with delicate warmth against the crispness of her jutting breasts. Back and forth his fingers sleekly slid against the warmth of her flesh. The harder that his fingers pressed against her silky white breast globes, which were glistening slightly with a fine sheen of perspiration, the more breathlessly she anticipated wild sensual contact with him.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, IT FEELS SO GOOD WHEN YOU GRAB MY TITS," she declared. "OOOHHH, I LOVE THAT. I LOVE YOUR FINGERS. I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE STROKING WITH THEM. COME ON, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT. I REALLY LOVE IT."
"What a set of tits," he gulped. "Ooohhh, made to order to my touch."
"OHHH, DARLING, YOU CAN START SLIDING YOUR TONGUE ANY TIME YOU WANT TO," she suggested. "AAAHHH, IF YOU LOVE PLAYING WITH MY TITS, YOU'RE GONNA LOVE SUCKING THEM. COME ON, JUST TURN THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS LOOSE. DRIVE IT AGAINST MY WARM, FLESHY TITS. BABY, OOOHHH, CHUCK, DARLING, I'LL BET YOU'RE A FANTASTIC TONGUE MAN. AM I RIGHT?"
"You're damned right I am," he replied confidently. "Oh, I love those hot boobs, the way they're twisting, the way they're sliding. Okay, darling, I'm gonna turn my tongue loose, really let it go to work. Drive it against your hot tits."
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT, HOW I WANT YOUR TONGUE," she called out loudly. "COME ON, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, PLACE THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS AGAINST MY TITS. REALLY LET IT WORK. OHHHH, DRIVE IT, DRIVE IT AGAINST MY BOOBS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DARLING, AAAHHH, GIVE ME A WILD SUCK. SUCK ME. SUCK ME, OHHHH, REALLY SUCK ME."
He drove his tongue downward in rapid-fire descent. He let it make crisp, alert contact with the warmth of her fleshy white breast. At first he attacked her left tit, after which he let it go to work against her right. He kept on maintaining steady, brisk contact, driving his sweeping red digit against the warmth of her captivated flesh.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE THAATTT," she grunted. "COME ON, MY DEAR. OHHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE FIRING. LET IT FIRE AWAY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, PUSH IT AGAINST MY HOT TITS. AAAHHH, THAT'S SO NICE. SO NICE. SO NICE. SO NICE. COME ON, KEEP IT BUSY, DARLING. OOOHHH, TONGUE MY BOOBS. COME ON, KEEP UP THAT FRANTIC PACE. I LIKE THE WAY YOUR TONGUE'S DANCING. YOU'RE UNINHIBITED. OOOHHH, YOU'RE LETTING IT DRIVE SO NICELY. COME ON, SWEETHEART. OOOHHH, KEEP IT MOVING, COME ON, OHHHH, I LIKE THOSE EFFECTIVE STROKES."
Her whole body had broken into a concentrated sweat as her searing ass globes moved from side to side, bouncing resiliently against the bed sheets as her lover kept on spiritedly supplying her breasts with rapid-fire attention. He would maintain swift, assertive contact against her left breast for a few strokes, after which he would then plant his stern, rapidly pistoning tongue against the invigorated warmth of her right boob. All the while, as she enjoyed the stirring efforts of his stimulated tongue, she would throw her firm white breasts forward, receiving the swift, piercing strokes in a breathless state of wild anxiety.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP TONGUING MY TIIIITS," she sighed. "COME ON, OHHH, TONGUE ME REALLY NICE. DARLING, OOOHHH, SUCK ME, COME ON, SUCK MY HOT TITS."
As his tongue continued to dig with stirring effectiveness against her breasts, entrenching against the succulent warmth of her globes, he reached down and let his fingers clutch tightly against her rapidly twisting ass cheeks. The double sensations prompted her to launch into even more rapid movements with her restless ass cheeks.
CHAPTER TEN
Once that Chuck finished grinding his tongue against the warmth of his lover's succulent breasts, he was ready to launch into a new phase of wild and satisfying sexual activity.
He reached down and let his fingers securely fasten around the warmth of Gloria's beautiful, sex-dampened thighs. He parted her legs slightly, then reached down and let his tongue slowly scrape against her thighs, which became even damper as she felt thundering waves of sexual ecstasy in her aroused vagina.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHEN YOU TONGUE MY LEGS LIKE THAT," she shrieked. "MY DARLING. OOOHHH, I LOVE THAT. I LOVE THAT WILD ACTION. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP THAT SWEEPING TONGUE OF YOURS MOVING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M WILD ABOUT IT, WILD ABOUT THOSE SENSATIONS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OOOHHHH, HOW I LOOOOO- VVEEE IIIIIITTT!"
His tongue slowly stroked against the warmth of her feverishly aroused thighs for a few more strokes. When he released his tongue from her firm legs, he reached out once more and let his fingers push tightly against her long, firm limbs. He pushed his head down between her legs, then promptly puckered up, driving his lips frenziedly against the wet warmth of her already agitated cuntal furrow.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE KISSING MY PUUUUSSSYYYY," she shrieked. "OHHH, LOVER. OHHHH, MY DEARLING. OOOHHH, YOU'RE KISSING MY CUNT. OHHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I REALLY LOVE IIIIIITTT."
Spurred on by both the satisfying sensations that he derived from kissing the wet warmth of the blonde's quivering pussy, along with the wildly uninhibited manner in which she had responded, he proceeded to drive a steady series of kisses against the wet warmth of her sodden furrow. Back and forth he glided his piercing red lips, and with each additional kiss, her body would rock that much more throbbingly as her buttocks ground salaciously against the bed beneath her.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHHH, YOUR LIPS ARE FANTASTIC," she told him. "OOOHHH, SWEETHEART, OHHHHH, YOU'RE GREAT. COME ON, OOOHHH, KISS MY PUSSY. OHHHH, KISS MY HOT SLIT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, WANT IIIITTT."
His fingers pushed against her thighs for a few more strokes, after which he withdrew them. He let his fingers sink tightly against her cascading white ass cheeks as his lips once more sank against the quivering warmth of her inflamed, moist twat.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA BRING ME OFF," she sighed. "HONEY, OHHHH, YOU CAN SUCK MY PUSSY ANY TIME YOU WANT TO. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I WANT YOU TO DRIVE YOUR TONGUE, REALLY DRIVE IT."
He loved feeling the sexual freedom attached to grinding his fingers against the curvaceous warmth of Gloria's ripe ass cheeks. Once more he was in command, enjoying himself with a beautiful woman, and one who was not reluctant about surrendering her body in a way that his ex-wife had been. When he thought about the numerous occasions that he had been almost literally dragged through the mud, being forced to cater to his ex- wife in every conceivable way before he was allowed access to her body, he became ever angrier. Those thoughts could not help but make him feel utterly disgusted when he was able to contrast her lack of responsiveness to that of total responsiveness on the part of this beautiful, sexy, young blonde.
As her hips and buttocks kept grinding back and forth, and his fingers clutched tightly against the warmth of her hot ass globes, he released his lips from her quivering vagina. He shoved his tongue forward, letting it push its way with pulsating passion into the invigorated warmth of her succulent vagina.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP SLIDING YOUR TONGUE," she cried out with great eagerness. "OHHHH, MY DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. GRIND IT INSIDE MY SLIT. YES, OOOHHH, I WANT YOU TO GRIND IT. I WANT YOU TO TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, HONEY. YES, CHUCK, BABY. YOU'VE GOT THE RHYTHM. JUST THE KIND OF RHYTHM I LIKE. OOOHHH, COME ON, DRIVE IT, OOOHHH, SLIDE IT, SLIDE IT AGAINST MY HOT MOUND."
As his fingers continued to dominate the warmth of her creamy smooth white ass cheeks, clutching tightly against them, he shoved his steaming red tongue forward once more, this time letting it slide slowly with meticulous warmth against the erect node of the aroused blonde's steaming clitoris.
"AAAHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE DOING IT TO MY CLIIITTT," she shrieked. "OOOHH, KEEP IT UP, DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, TURN ME ON WITH YOUR TONGUE. THAT WILD, WONDERFUL TONGUE. WHAT AN EXPLOSIVE TONGUE. OOOHHH, WHAT AN EDUCATED TONGUE. YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IT TO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT MOVING. YES, OOOHHH, SLIDE IT, SLIDE IT, SLIDE IT REAL NIIIICE."
The gorgeous, sensuous blonde felt a series of tiny time bombs exploding simultaneously as her eyes rolled and her head spun dizzily while her lover kept on teasing her throbbing clitoris while her ass cheeks writhed against the bed beneath her.
"OOOHHH, CHUCK, OHHHH, KEEP IT GOING, OOOHH, DO IT TO ME," she begged.
Thoroughly agitated by her wild response, Chuck released his tongue momentarily from Gloria's throbbing clitoris. He then proceeded to let it probe and slide as it worked its way against the tight inner folds of her seepingly moist pussy. Chuck loved the delightful fragrance of her searingly alive muff, so precious to him, and he enjoyed every measure of contact that developed between the two of them. Yes, he could see, they were two thoroughly aroused people, enjoying every bit of delightful sensual satisfaction that they supplied for one another.
With stirring desire, the fully aroused Chuck continued to grind his hot, pulsatingly moist tongue inside the quiveringly wet inner depths of his lover's seepingly moist cunt.
The thoroughly inflamed Gloria began to kick back and forth with her legs. Finally she pushed her dampened inner thighs against both sides of his head, using them like a vise, clasping against Chuck as he continued to grind his thundering tongue with restless passion into her fiery fissure, which she knew was being pushed that much closer to the point of a volcanic explosion.
Already Chuck Steele was anticipating the geyser-like outburst of her pussy juice, when the drops of her searing liquid would gush feverishly into his wet, waiting mouth. All the while his stabbing tongue continued to glide, sliding and thrusting, working into the innermost depths of her seething box.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD," she told him. "OHHHH, COME ON, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. REALLY LET IT SLIDE. DARLING, OHHH, GRIND IT INSIDE ME. YES, LET YOUR TONGUE EXPLODE.
OOOHHH, YES, LET IT EXPLODE INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK ME. COME ON, OHHHH, SUCK ME REAL NICE. SHOVE YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME. OHHHH, SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT."
Her wiggling buttocks continued to grind relentlessly against the bed sheets beneath her. The sound of the jangling bed springs that emanated from Gloria's writhing movements only drove Chuck to that much higher a state of sensual ecstasy. As he moved her that much closer to the moment of climax, he reached down with both hands and this time let his fingers begin to project warmth against her breasts. He had let them cling sharply to her ass cheeks for a while, and now he was pushing them against her breasts and nipples. Every now and then he would pinch and tweak her taut, crinkly nipple flesh, which also served to excite her in an obvious way.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING TO ME IS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL," she told him. "COME ON, DARLING. KEEP THAT TONGUE MOVING. COME ON, KEEP YOUR HOT, PIERCING TONGUE PUSHING INSIDE ME. DRIVE IT FAST. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, BRING ME OFF. YOUR TONGUE CAN DO IT. OOOHHH, YES, I'M SO CLOSE NOW."
His impassioned tongue made its way into the velvety wetness of her dilating organ. She reached down and let her fingers grip tightly against her lover's back until, finally, she could hold back no longer.
Her toes curled, pointing upward as she kicked and writhed with both legs, bucking stirringly, thoroughly exposing her eagerness to release the stored-up, impassioned energies in her inflamed cunt.
"COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP THAT TONGUE GRINDING," she begged. "OOOHHH, LET IT SWEEP INSIDE MY PUSSY, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, CHUCK, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME."
His rapidly pistoning tongue continued to glide inside the wet inner furrows of her exploding, tempestuous pussy. While her hips and legs bucked and kicked deliriously, the agitated juices began to spill from her explosive mound and into his mouth.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP TONGUING MEEEE," she sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, MY DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE FIRING AWAY. DRIVE IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. YES, YES, OOOHHH, YES. I WANT IT, I WANT IT, OOOHHH, HOW BAD I WANT IT."
His sliding tongue continued to spryly glide and twist as it worked its way into the wetness of her exploding, volcanic pussy. His fingers reached down and clutched tightly against her writhing buttocks as he slurped and swallowed the drops of her impassioned juice.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP YOUR BUSY TONGUE WORKING, OOOHHH, HOW I WANT IT, HOW I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT," she loudly declared.
His penetrating tongue kept up its rapid-fire pursuit of her vaginal passage until, finally, the last few drops of her agitated liquids exploded from her gushing gulley.
When he turned his tongue loose from her vagina, she looked up at him, smiling gratefully.
"Now it's time for me to suck something else," he winked.
"What?" she looked at him strangely, wondering what was coming next. Much to Gloria's surprise, her thoroughly dedicated lover let his tongue snake forward, working its way inside the crinkly passage of her tight anus.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO MEEEE," she shrieked. "OOOHHH, HONEY, WHAT AN ASS LICK. WHAT A NICE SURPRISE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS. IT'S DRIVING INSIDE MY ASS. OHHHHH, BABY, SUCK ASS. DO IT TO ME. OOOHHH, EXCITE ME, TURN ME ON, DO IT WITH YOUR HOT, FRANTIC TONGUE."
He listened to the loud, heavy gasps that emanated from Gloria as his teasing, writhing tongue worked its way meticulously into the tightness of her anal passage. He pushed it ever deeper, grinding it salaciously against her sphincter. All the while her hips and buttocks drove with frenzied sensual desire, enjoying every quick, probing stab that he sent inside of her hot ass.
"OHHHH, WHAT A TONGUE YOU'VE GOT, WHAT A FANTASTIC TONGUE," she no said.
His flipping quivering tongue plunged against her asshole for a few more strokes. When he finally released it, he reached out with the first three fingers of his right hand, letting his fingers sink inside the same tight, hot wet asshole that he had sucked just a few moments earlier.
"OOOHHH, NOW YOU'RE FINGERING IIIIITTT," she sighed. "OHHHH, THAT HURTS. DARLING, OOOHHH, LET'S NOT GET ROUGH NOW. WE'VE BEEN HAVING SO MUCH FUN UP TO NOW. IT'S BEEN SO GREAT. LET'S NOT GO OVERBOARD. PLEASE, OOOHHH, DON'T DO HITT."
By that time, however, the rapidly pursuing salesman was beyond the point of listening to anything in the way of discouraging comment. Once that his fingers had sank inside the tight warmth of her anal fissure, he knew that he wanted to do more of the same, and as he kept on his stirring, throbbing finger movements, he found himself pushing tighter and deeper.
"OOOHHH, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME HURTS," she grunted.
"You'll get used to it," he laughed.
It felt good to completely let himself go. For months he had thought about those sexual interludes he experienced with his ex-wife. As difficult as they had often been to obtain, he still had found himself longing for more of the same, deprived of any kind of meaningful outlet. But now he was feeling totally different, immersed in a state of wild, volcanic passion, and the longer that he kept up the frantic fucking that he was enjoying with Gloria Casey, the greater the degree of invincibility that he felt.
His fingers kept pushing tightly into the inner depths of her ravaged ass. He pushed and shoved his fingers against her burning rectum, and then, finally, he released them altogether.
She heaved a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness, " she exclaimed. "For a second I didn't think you were gonna let me go."
"I let you go, but only because it's time to move on to the next step," he carefully explained.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're gonna find out, honey," he winked.
She stared at him for several moments. After that it finally dawned on her what he was anticipating next.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"No, oh, no, you aren't gonna do that," she shook her head briskly.
"Of course I am, honey," he said. "I want that ass of yours. I want it all the way. You know, when I first came in here, I would have been satisfied with anything. A blow job. A pussy fuck. Hell, I probably would have even been satisfied with a hand job from you. I could have sucked your pussy to climax and you could have played with me until I shot. But now I need so much more. Just seeing that ass of yours, the way that it wiggles. Ohhh, I've just got to have it. Now that I've sucked it and finger fucked it, I've gotta go all the way. I've gotta push my hard, thick prick up between your buns and screw your ass. That's all there is to it."
"No, no, we can't have you do that," she shook her head emphatically. "That's just too much. I can't have you fuck my ass."
"Of course you can," he declared stubbornly. "My ass was stinging from those fingers. What the hell's gonna happen when you stick your cock up it?"
"I'll hurt for a while, but you'll get over it," he smiled. "Really you will."
"No. I can't let you do that. Really, I can't."
"That's nonsense. Of course you can. Not only can you, but I think down deep you really want me to screw you that way. I think you want to find out what it's like. I take it you've never had it that way before?"
"Let me tell you something. I've sucked my share of cock. I've had my pussy eaten out a lot of times. I've had my pussy fucked. But I've never let any guy stick his prick up my ass. Oh, a few of them tried. There was this horny trucking executive that I used to serve all the time in this restaurant when I worked in Flagstaff. He was always begging for it. Well, he made it inside my panties, but he never got to my ass. That I wouldn't permit. Now I can't permit it from you. Really I can't."
"What about if I pay you twice what I said I would?"
"You've gotta be kidding. You want to pay me two hundred bucks for one fuck?"
"Honey, I'm desperate. I'm so steamed up I don't know what I'm doin'. I've got to fuck your ass."
"You'd be willing to pay double if you got the chance to screw my asshole instead of my pussy?"
"Definitely. I want it. I really do want it."
"You're incredible. Absolutely incredible."
"No, I'm horny. I'm horny and I need your ass. That beautiful ass. That fantastic fucking ass."
"You know, I get the feeling you're serious about this whole thing."
"Of course I am. Can't you tell?"
"I know you've got a hard-on that won't quit."
"It won't quit until I've had a chance to thrust my prick up your ass. Until the juices have exploded from the end of my cock. That's when it'll quit. But until then I won't know a solitary moment of rest. Honey, I'm coming unglued. I've got to have that hot, gorgeous ass. Not only that, but you're gonna learn something new."
"You've fucked up the ass before?"
"Oh, yeah. Just once. It was when I was in the service. This whore was drunk. She never let me fuck her that way any other time, but I was able to take advantage of her because she was soused. She let me stick it up her rear. It was a sensation like nothin' I ever had before. And let me tell you something. Her ass wasn't as snug and compact as yours. You've got as fantastic-looking a fucking ass as a man could ever want. I mean, a guy just couldn't help but crave for your asshole. Honey, that's what I'm doin' right now. I need it. I really need it."
"I'll say one thing for you, Chuck."
"What's that?"
"You're quite a salesman. Once that you get that certain persistence, I guess there's just no holding you back."
"I need you. I want you so damned much, honey. I really want to stick my prick right up your hot ass. I want to pump and push with it. Drive it into your rectum. Sure it'll hurt you awhile, it did the whore, too, but she got used to it. By the time that I was pumpin' at the end she was begging for it, literally begging. I'm tellin' you. You're an erotic woman. You're gonna be begging for it, too, even if you don't know it now."
"I tend to doubt that."
"Wait and see. You'll want it. I have a feeling that there's one side of you that really wants it up the ass. Especially since you've never tried it before."
Although she hated to admit it to him, Gloria realized that once again Chuck Steele was right. The longer that he begged for the opportunity to fuck her tight ass, the quicker the curiosity generated within her. She couldn't help but wonder just what it would be like to have his hard, throbbing cock sink inside the tightness of her asshole.
"I can't, I just can't," she shook her head. "That's demented. I mean, nobody but animals fuck that way."
"Who are we but animals?" Chuck laughed. "We're sensual animals. We react the same way. Let's not think that we're superior or anything."
"Okay, maybe you're right on that point, but it's still demented. I don't wanna do it. I really don't."
"I've got a feeling you're not that much opposed to it at all," he said.
"Whatever gave you that idea?"
"There's a wild look in your eyes. I've got a hunch you're curious. That you'd really like to know what it's like."
"Your hunch is wrong."
"No, it isn't. I'll pay you double. Damned, I'd pay you more, but that's all the money I've got on me."
"You really want my ass that bad?"
"Yes. I want to stick my prick up that tight ass. I want to feel those fantastic sensations. Can't you understand that?"
"It looks like you're making me understand it," she laughed.
"Oh, honey, I've gotta do it. Yes, I've gotta screw your ass, gotta do it right now."
With that he reached out and grabbed hold of her thighs, clutching at them tightly as he hurled her legs over his shoulders.
She listened to his loud, insistent gasps and watched as he shoved his hot, steely cock forward, gliding his turgid pole into the tightness of her virginal asshole.
Before she even had an opportunity to protest, his stiff cudgel had managed to thrust against the outer edges of her tight, crinkly anus.
"OOOHHH, YOU ANIMAL, YOU BASTARD," she shrieked. "OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME. OOOHHH, THAT BIG, LONG COCK. PUSHING IT INTO MY ASS. STOP, STOP, I NEVER TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO IT."
"I know you didn't," he panted, "but I'm gonna take it any way that I can. Even if I've got to take it by force. At least in the beginning. That's the only time that there's gonna be any force. After that you're gonna love it."
"OOOHHH, YOU BASTARD, OOOHHH, THIS REALLY HUUUURTS," she loudly lamented as tears of pain began to roll down both sides of her face.
Her entire body tensed and her legs kicked back and forth. She was doing everything she could to release herself from Chuck Steele's sturdy grip, but she was unable to do so. He held on tightly, grunting and gasping, and once again he took aim with his stiff, sturdy cock, once more grinding it into the inner tightness of her clasping anal muscles. This time he slammed it in harder and deeper than he had on the first occasion, producing another loud, fearful cry. More salty tears rolled down both sides of her face, and her body trembled while her legs continued to kick desperately as she sought to free herself from her bruising lover's frantic grasp.
"PLEASE, OOOHHH, PLEASE, LET ME GO," she sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, IT WAS GOING JUST BEAUTIFULLY BEFORE THIS. DON'T. OOOHHH, STOP. DON'T BEHAVE LIKE AN ANIMAL. STOP, OOOHHH, STOP FUCKING MY ASS. IT HURTS, OOOHHH, IT HURTS JUST TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, OHHH, DON'T DO IT TO ME. PLEASE, NO, NO MORE. PLEASE, NO MORE."
All the while his hot, pistoning penis continued to sink into the tight depths of her ravaged asshole. He slammed it finally into the piercing depths of her rectum. The deeper that he let it sink, the tighter the sensation that he received as he kept on spearing her time and again, driving his stiff, sturdy penis unrestrainedly into the inner depths of her ravaged bowels.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAN BE SO BRUTAL," she shrieked. "PLEASE, OOOHHH, LET GO OF ME. OOOHHH, NO MORE. DON'T DO THIS TO ME ANYMORE. YOU ANIMAL, OOOHHH, YOU TERRIBLE, FUCKING ANIMAL."
By that point it did not make any difference just what Gloria Casey called Chuck. He kept on panting and gasping. Beads of sweat rolled down both sides of his face as he kept up his delirious pursuit of her ravaged asshole, grinding his stiff cock meat into her sphincter, clenching his teeth as he enjoyed every measure of tightness that he experienced from her hot ass.
As good as the whore had been that he had ass fucked when he was in the service, she was nothing compared to this blonde beauty, he realized. There was something so tight and compact about her ass, including the way that she involuntarily clenched her anal muscles, providing him with wild, stimulating penetration as he ravaged her time and again, sending his hotly bruising cock into the tight depths of her asshole.
While he kept up his bruising attack on her helpless anus, his thudding testicles slapped against the warmth of her twisting nether cheeks.
"OOOHHH, HOW TIGHT YOU ARE," he grunted. "WHAT AN ASS. OOOHHH, WHAT A FANTASTIC FUCK. OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER, HONEY. YOU'RE TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, ARE YOU EVER A GOOD SCREW. OOOHHH, ARE YOU EVER A GOOD SCREW. A FANTASTIC SCREW. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, I LOVE FUCKING YOU."
His stiff, volcanic cock continued to drive against the piercing tightness of her asshole. The beautiful blonde had practically sobbed herself into delirium, after which, unaccountably, she began to react to his stiff, penetrating movements in a totally different way, in a manner that completely surprised her.
Her quaking ass cheeks suddenly began to instinctively take charge of matters, twisting and writhing as she moved them from side to side, and instinctively she tightened her ass muscles all the more, supplying him with even tighter penetration as his forceful, steaming cock continued to push and twist as he shoved it into the hilt, grinding it into the piercing depths of her ravaged rectum.
Just what was happening to her? she silently asked herself. All she knew was that now she was beginning to feel the same kinds of quivering sensation that she felt in her pussy whenever she was particularly steamed up. Yes, she knew, as strange as this was, and as much pain as she experienced from the delirious first ass fuck, she was still about on the verge of exploding her juices.
Back and forth she kept on wiggling her shapely behind, and as she did so, Chuck reached down and grabbed hold of her firm, ripe buttocks.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT AN ASS, OOOHHH, THIS IS FANTASTIC, WHAT A FUCK," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, SNAP THOSE ASS MUSCLES, HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS SO GOOD. OOOHHH, YOU COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK. DAMNED, OOOHHHH, THIS IS ASS FUCKING. IT COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER.
OHHHH, SO TIGHT, SO TIGHT, SO VERY TIIIIGHT."
He kept on hammering away, driving his solid, piercing pole into the burning depths of her asshole. The combination of pleasure and pain sent her into a new state of wild sexual agitation, one she had never previously experienced. The only thing that even remotely resembled it, was the time that her cherry had been popped, back in her senior year of high school. But that was different. This pleasure-pain syndrome was shoving her to depths of passion that she had never before realized. Her ass cheeks kept on methodically wiggling as he pummeled and pummeled with his savage, piercing cock, which he shoved high and deep into her cringing, tight anal passage.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I'M JUICING," she sighed. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD HAPPEN. OHHHH, I'M ORGASMING. OHHHH, IT FEELS GREAT. OOOHHH, PAIN AND ALL. I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT. COME ON, HONEY. OHHH, KEEP HAMMERING ME WITH YOUR PRICK. SHOVE IT INTO MY ASSHOLE. OHHHH, OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. FUCK ME, COME ON, FUCK ME. REALLY FUCK ME. OOOHHH, COME ON, SCREW MY ASS. SCREW MY GLORIOUS, HOT BEHIND."
"It's not surprising me," he laughed. "As a matter of fact, I told you you'd love it. I knew you'd take to ass fucking. It would just take a little doing, that's all. Now I've got you there, honey, and I'm not gonna turn you loose until I juice. Ooohhh, damned, I can feel the sensations in my balls. My cock and balls. I'm gonna be exploding soon. This is so good. Ohhh, these sensations. They're so great, ooohhh, so absolutely great. Come on, ooohhh, keep twisting that hot behind. Come on, keep twisting those beautiful ass cheeks. Ohhh, ooohhh, it's so goooood."
His hammering, relentless prong kept on driving with thundering force into the tight depths of her asshole. He watched his stiff prick continually disappear into the burning depths of her ravaged behind, after which he would then withdraw slightly, then push forward anew, driving every ounce of furious volcanic intensity into her asshole.
Finally he was feeling the delirious sensations in his cock and balls, recognizing that, as great as this fuck was, it, like others, had to come to an ultimate end. He had mixed feelings as he kept on driving his sturdy shaft higher into the burning depths of her asshole. He would have liked to have continued this fuck forever but, indeed, he knew that that was not possible.
He burst into a series of loud gasps, and as he kept up his crisp, throbbing attack inside her asshole, he reached down and slapped wildly at her satiny, twisting ass globes.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A BUTT, WHAT A FANTASTIC ASS," he sighed. "OHHHH, AM I EVER FUCKING. DAMNED, OOHHH, HONEY, I'M TURNING YOU EVERY WAY BUT LOOSE AND IT'S GREAT, SO GREAT, ABSOLUTELY GREAT."
He ceased his slapping movements, staring at her now reddened ass cheeks. She shoved her buttocks back and forth, thrusting them up from the bed, after which he listened to them land with a lurid plop. All the while his stiff prick buried into her to the hilt until, finally, the wild deluge began to explode from the end of his thick, rapidly pistoning shaft.
"OHHHH, OOOHHH, HERE IT GOOOO- ESSSSSS," he sighed. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, IT'S SHOOTING. IT'S GUSHING. OHHHH, IT'S GUSHING OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK. OHHHH, OHHHH, SO TIGHT. DAMNED, OOOHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE ANYTHING CAN BE THIS TIGHT. SO WONDERFUL. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK. DAMNED, OOOHHH, FUCKING, FUCKING AT ITS BEST."
He delivered several more stinging slaps to his beautiful lover's writhing twisting buttocks, after which he watched the last few drops of his exploding white sperm splash effusively from the tip of his aroused cock head and into her flailing ass.
As he withdrew his cock from her asshole, Gloria Casey shook her head in disbelief.
"I can't believe what just happened," she said. "It's all just too unbelievable."
"But it happened, honey, it really did," he smiled.
"I know. I've got the sore ass to prove it."
"But you'll never forget the sensations."
"No, you're right. Sore ass and all, I know that I would never want to have it any other way."
"Didn't I tell you that before we started?"
"You did. I sure couldn't believe it at the time, though."
"No. Sometimes you just have to experience something before you believe it. This was one of those times."
"I guess that's true, Mr. Super Salesman."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The vigorous sex with Chuck Steele was something that Gloria could reflect back on for the next couple of days.
She felt contented after the first day, following which she then started getting those hungry pangs of anxiety once more. She would think back to all those past occasions, when there had been so many opportunities for sex, but yet she could never seem to get enough of it with some of the men she would have really liked to screw. That was, one of the frustrations, she realized, of working in restaurants and bars. There were just so many men to meet, and you could never seem to get intimately acquainted with the ones you would really have liked to have met. On many occasions she had settled for less satisfying sex with men who were just available, while a number of the ones she would have liked to have had wild romps with in the hay either came in sporadically, or were married and would be with their wives all or much of the time.
Her hectic morning was just about coming to a close when she saw a gray Cadillac Seville pull into the driveway. The sign had already been put up indicating the last car to be served. The gray Cadillac pulled in behind it, after which a young black man exited.
He wore a pair of white slacks and was naked from the waist up. She could not help but admire the sinewy lines of his firm chest, along with the sweeping slope of his broad shoulders. He looked like an athlete, all right, possessing the dramatic vee shape of some of the better proportioned athletes she'd seen in the past, his shoulders broad, his chest mammoth, and his waist very slender and narrow. As he moved briskly toward her, she could see his washboard firm stomach muscles.
"Oh, damned, you mean there ain't no more cars to be served?" he shrieked angrily.
"That's right. I'm sorry. That green Volkswagen is the last one."
At that moment she was just one car removed from the Volkswagen, after which the hectic part of the day would be over for her. She accepted money from the people in the Monte Carlo, the driver of which promptly drove off, after which she then began to pump gas into the Volkswagen. All the while, the muscular young black man continued to pace back and forth, like a panther in a cage, angered by what had happened to him.
"Oh, damned, how much longer is this fuckin' mess gonna go on?" he shouted, even louder than before.
"What mess is that?" she looked at him, calmly pumping the gas.
"This whole damned gas crisis crap," he thundered. "I'd like to take my fist and ram it down the throats of the bastards who are responsible for it."
She watched as he dramatically clenched his rock-hard, hammer-like fist.
"It looks like you could do a lot of damage with that fist," she grinned.
"Yeah, you can bet on that."
"But it wouldn't do you any good to go poking people like that with it, would it? You wouldn't solve the problem and you'd just wind up getting yourself in one hell of a lot of trouble."
"Aw, what the fuck," he shrugged his broad shoulders. "I know that damned well. I ain't gonna slug anybody on the street. Hell, that would be damned stupid. They could get me for assault with a deadly weapon. These hands of mine are dangerous, you know."
"You're a fighter?" she asked.
"Damn right I am," he thundered proudly. "I'm future heavy-weight champion of the world. Just watch my smoke. They talk about smokin' Joe Fraser. Well, here's a fighter who's got plenty of smoke in him."
"I believe it," she laughed, finishing her task of pumping the gas into the now full tank of the Volkswagen.
She walked over to the driver's side, taking the man's credit card, which she processed. After that the man drove off, looking relieved over the fact that he wouldn't have to listen to the loud, thunderous complaints of the black man. As he drove away, Gloria could see the humor in the whole situation. The young black man had been letting off so much steam over not being able to get gas that he was scaring just about everybody else in sight.
She was alone with the black man, who continued to pace back and forth.
"This is one damned hell of a mess," he exploded. "Naw, I ain't about to hit anybody. That is, outside the ring. I'm just lettin' off steam, thinkin' about this whole damned mess, and how its botherin' me."
"You look like a man who's in one powerful hurry."
"You're fuckin' right I am," the young black man snarled. "Hell, I got me the most important fight in my career comin' up."
"When's that?"
"Saturday in Vegas. My manager got me a fight at Caesar's Palace. I'm on the same card with Larry Holmes. You know who he is."
"I've never been all that much of a boxing fan, but yes, I've heard that name. He's heavy-weight champion of the world, isn't he?"
"You're damned fuckin' right he is," the young black man exclaimed. "I'm figurin' that if I can get me a few ins, I'll be right up there and I'll have a chance to challenge. That's what I wanna do. Make plenty of bread in this game. It's too damned rough a game to fool around with unless you're gonna really make it big."
"That makes sense."
The longer that Gloria talked to the young black man in the piercing warm desert sun, the more she couldn't help but think of how he reminded her of Larry, a black man she had known when she was working at a restaurant in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Larry had been quite a stud in his own right, built very much along the same lines as the young fighter to whom she was now talking. He was a football coach at a local high school, and she had always wondered just what it would be like to engage in sex with him. Never had she experienced sex with a black man, and Larry was the only one she'd ever come to know all that well, and how she would have liked to have screwed him. Even though he was married, she got the idea that he might not be adverse to humping her. Just about the time that things were beginning to really progress between them and she sensed that Larry might be ready to make a move, he and his family moved to Montana, where he got another position as a football coach and athletic director at a junior college. That burned the hell out of her, since she would have loved to have had sex with Larry.
Now this young man was rekindling those same fiery urges in her. Not only that, but she was a whole lot more confident a woman than she had been when she knew Larry. The new Gloria would have made a blunt, forward pass of her own until Larry either accepted or rejected her. She was almost certain he would have accepted, but then she played things a little more coolly, afraid to come right out and tell a man what she thought. In the case of Larry she regretted not having learned earlier in life to go out and get what she wanted. It was strange how it took this experience of working in the gas station far out in the desert, away from practically all civilization, to teach her that one important lesson in life.
The longer that she stared at the young black man and the expression of desperation on his face, the more she couldn't help but sympathize with him. Yes, she would in due course make her pitch as far as the gas was concerned, and at the same time see what she could do about enticing him into her bedroom.
"I'm really sorry you're in this lousy predicament," she said. "You seem like such a nice guy. By the way, my name's Gloria. Gloria Casey."
"Glad to know you," he replied. "I'm Rufus Brown, but only my family calls me Rufus. Just about everybody else calls me by the name I use in the ring. Bazooka Brown. Remember that name. I'm destined for big things in the fight game."
"I believe it. And from the way you blew up earlier, I sure would hate to be one of your opponents if that's the kind of anger you can muster."
The young black man burst into loud laughter.
"Ah, no, I don't ever blow up like that in the ring," he said. "My manager'd kill me if I did. He'd kill me because he'd figure that I'd get killed for losing my cool. Naw, you gotta keep real cool in that ring there. Oh, there's a certain anger you get. Yeah. But it's like my manager says. It's controlled anger."
"That's interesting. I've never met a fighter before."
"You're kiddin'."
"Not at all."
"There are a few of us around. Guess you just never happened to see one, huh?"
"That's right. I went to a professional boxing match once in Tucson, but I never actually met a fighter before. Not to talk to like I am you."
"That's interesting. You know, I've had the damndest, lousiest luck. I mean, after landing this big fight. I figured that everything was gonna work out just beautiful, but then here's what happened. My manager got sick."
"That's too bad. Hope it's nothing serious."
"Naw. He'll be up and around. Had to have some minor surgery performed. A knee problem he had. Somethin' he got in the army. Came back to haunt him. So we were supposed to go to this fight together. He wanted to put me on a plane, but all the damned planes are booked. With the gas being so much of a damned lousy problem, everybody was goin' up to Vegas on the plane. Then there was the big fight, too. That's attractin' a lot of 'em. So he tells me to take his Cadillac. So I'm drivin' that. Then this fuckin' gas problem hits. I gotta get there so I have a couple days to train. It's important, damned important. Biggest fight of my life and I get screwed up because of the fuckin gas deal."
"You don't need to worry, Rufus. I mean, Bazooka. That's probably what you like to be called, right?"
"Yeah, that's what my friends call me."
"Well I'm your friend. Isn't that right?"
"Sure hope so," Bazooka Brown grinned widely- "Well anyway, I'll tell you something, Bazooka. I'll do you a little favor. That is provided that you don't tell anybody."
"Sure. What is it?"
'Til sell you that gas. Full tank. Much as you need."
"Oh, damned. Super. That'll be enough to get me to Vegas," Rufus's face lit up in a wide smile.
"Okay. So all you gotta do is just two things. One is not tell anybody."
"Hell. Won't tell a soul. What else you want?"
"I want you."
"Oh, honey. You sayin' what I think you are?" his eyes widened dramatically.
"That's right. You're a fantastic-lookin' hunk of man. You know, I never have been prejudiced, but I've just never had the chance to jump into bed with a black man before. I'd sure like to do it now."
"Honey, after my last fight, I blew half my purse buyin' me some white pussy," he chuckled. "Nice-lookin' blonde girl. I'd see her hangin' around the fights all the time. Hangin' around the gym, too. I really wanted her. I mean, here I'd be workin' out in the gym and my pecker'd be stand- in' up on end. I'd wanna sink it into this beautiful blonde's pussy. I kept hearin', too, that she'd go to bed, just as long as the guy'd pay for it. Well, I went up and approached her once. Know what she told me?"
"What?"
"She told me, 'Sonny-boy, you just scare yourself up some money and we'll talk business."
"So that's what you did?"
"Yeah. After my last fight. A good one. Won me a knock-out, convincin' knock-out, at the Olympic Auditorium. This broad was sittin' there big as life in the front row. She was there with some geek. When I told her I'd have the money, she asked me when I'd want to get together. I told her that same damned night. I was as hot as hell. I mean, so hard concentratin' on the guy I was fightin'. I'd see those gorgeous tits hangin' out of her blouse. So she said she's with this guy. I tell her to lose him, that I've got the money."
"Did she do it?"
"Oh, yeah. This fuckin' broad's a professional first, last and always. Nothin's gonna interfere with makin' some money on a piece of ass. On a nice dollar exchange. So I went up to her place, a fantastic-lookin' apartment, out there on the Sunset Strip. I screwed the hell out of her until the wee hours of the morning and loved it, but I sure as hell suffered later when I had to put off payin' some bills because of that. Had to even write a letter and ask for more time on my car payment."
"All because you paid for that fuck?"
"Damned right. But you know somethin'? This is one of those real high-priced, slick city call girls. One of the damned best that the city's got to offer, as far as I'm concerned. But I think you look even better. Oh, yeah. You've got tits every bit as big as hers. Maybe even bigger. And you've got a fantastic ass. I mean, hers was a little skinnier than yours. Yours is full, compact, but definitely not overdone. You've got a super great ass. And those legs fit real tight into your slacks. I'll bet they look terrific, too, when you see 'em all exposed."
"Because I like you, Bazooka, I'm gonna give you that chance. That is, after I pump your tank full of gas."
"Oh, honey. How much extra am I gonna owe you for the whole thing?"
"I have charged guys extra for gas. I'll admit that. After all. I'm tryin' my damndest to make a go of it here. I've also been known to charge a guy occasionally for sex. Not that I'm a hooker, mind you. Just an occasional little love offering. Helps a gal pay her bills."
"Okay, I can dig that." - "But you're a nice guy, Bazooka, and on top of - that you're behind in your bills. Besides, who knows. Maybe someday I'll be able to say I fucked the heavy-weight champion of the world."
"Hey, I like the sound of all that," he laughed. "Gettin' to fuck with you and becomin' a champ. Yeah, that's a winnin' combination. Oh, I don't know how to thank you, Gloria, honey."
"You'll be thankin' me plenty with what you're carryin' between your legs," she smiled. "From where I sit it looks like it's a long one. Hike a big thick piece of lumber."
"It's that all right," he grinned. "You're gonna be findin' out plenty about it in just a few minutes."
"I can hardly wait," she winked."
Now the fantasy that had been a part of her for quite some time could be lived out, that concerning Larry the football coach, with whom she had wanted so badly to engage in sex.
Here was a restless young man, a well-trained athlete, and she was certain that Bazooka Brown would provide her with the ultimate in physical enjoyment.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As soon as Gloria finished filling up Bazooka's tank, she walked with the muscular fighter back to her place.
She offered him a beer, which he declined, explaining that he was in training. She then made the offer of a Coke, which he said he did not need. Bazooka was ready to jump into the sack.
"Come on, let's fuck," he grinned lustfully. "If there's anythin' I wanna drink, it's your pussy juices."
"I like the way you lay it on the line."
"That's the only way to play the game of life, honey. The fight game gives us all these bullshit artists. Managers, promoters, some trainers. Always tryin' to put somethin' over on you. Well, I'm not that way at all. Me, I love tellin' it just like it is."
"A man after my own heart."
"I'm after your cunt, baby, your fucking cunt!"
"I'll just bet you are."
Soon they were stretched out on the bed in her darkened bedroom. He immediately stripped off his trousers, then tugged restlessly at his cotton shorts until he pulled them off of him. She then stared with unflinching desire at his long, stiff ebony shield, which rested between his muscular, dangling legs.
Quickly she removed her clothes, finally pulling and tugging at her panties, which she eased out of, after which she slid her scintillating body downward onto the bed.
"Oh, damned, what a body," he grunted. "Every bit as good as I thought it would be. Nah, you're even firmer than that hotshot hustler that I had to pay so damned much fuckin' money to screw. Oh, honey, you got it all. If you ever wanted to go into that business, you'd really clean up."
"So I've been told," she laughed.
"Oh, baby. Look at that beautiful blonde ass. I love it."
He reached down and affectionately let his fingers slide against the compliant warmth of her round, shapely ass orbs. His tight, sturdy fingers pushed against her shapely white bottom cheeks for a few moments, after which he then slowly released them.
The blonde beauty's heart began to pump furiously as she stared down at the long, excited cock of the black man. Now she was finally getting her wish, an opportunity to screw with an athletic black man, one who possessed a hard, aroused cock, just the kind she wanted to take and curl in her fingers.
Gloria reached out and let her fingers begin to assertively pump up and down the elongated base of his shiny rigid black shaft. While she massaged his throbbing organ, Bazooka reached out and made a grab for her firm breasts, which cascaded within inches of him as she kept edging her body forward, grinding her fingers solidly against the firmness of his tumid black shaft.
Bazooka's fingers clutched tightly against the compliant warmth of her firm, alabaster breast flesh. His fingers pinched and squeezed against the pillow-like, smoothly sensuous skin.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FINGER MY TITS," she sighed. "COME ON, BAZOOKA. OOOHHH, LET YOUR FINGERS GO. REALLY GLIDE WITH THEM. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON, OHHHHH, FINGER MEEEE."
"You're doin' a pretty good job of your own," Bazooka smiled contentedly. "Oh, I love it. I just love the way you're runnin' your fingers up and down my long, hard prick."
After several more tugging grabs at the whiteness of Gloria's breasts, Bazooka let his fingers come to rest against the pebble-like hardness of her pink nipples, which jutted forward with great pride and urgency.
He squeezed and twisted her nipples, and the twitching sensations elicited feelings of pain within her, but not to the point where the shapely blonde was about to complain. No, it was pleasure-pain in the same order that she'd received from her last lover, Chuck Steele, who had done such a convincing job of fucking her asshole. Not only that, but this wasn't the same kind of pain, not nearly as intense. It was enjoyable to continue receiving the quick, sharp strokes that his stiffly projecting fingers generated against the texture of her strawberry nipples.
"COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP FINGERING," she sighed huskily. "OOOHHH, HONEY. OOOHHH, NOW I'M GONNA REALLY SETTLE DOWN TO PLAYIN' WITH YOUR PRICK. I WANT IT. OOOHHH, I WANT IT BAD."
Her fingers moved at a more rapid pace than before, grinding decisively as she worked them up and down the full length of his pulsating organ. All the while, as she kept up her devastating pace, the action tempo built. Bazooka reached down and let his fingers squeeze sharply against the firm flesh of her ripe ass globes. He had been captivated from the scintillating beauty of her blonde butt from the very beginning, and as his fingers kept on sinking against it, she twisted her buttocks enticing, doing all that she could to turn on this sensuous black man to the fullest extent.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THAT HOT BUTT, OOOHHH, I LOVE IIITTT," he sighed.
The harder that he squeezed her shapely blonde ass globes, the faster that her own motions became as Gloria maintained a rhythmic pace against the firm flesh of his stimulated cock. Her hips and ass cheeks ground sensuously as he continued to squeeze his fingers against the warm chunks of her ass flesh.
When Bazooka finally released his fingers from her searing ass globes, her wiggling body squirmed free of his grasp. She looked into his eyes, urging him on.
"OHHHH, HONEY, KISS ME, KISS ME," she told him breathlessly.
Eager to respond, Bazooka Brown shoved his tongue forward, letting it land with piercing authority as he worked it into the wetness of her mouth. She loved the way that he dominated her with his stimulating tongue movements as he ground his stiff, red digit back and forth, moving it with resilient warmth as it pushed against her tongue.
After a series of wild, devastating tongue kisses, he watched as his beautiful lover extended her nakedly splayed, magnificent white thighs. She gave him a good look at the matted, enticingly wet hairs of her blonde pubic bush. Bazooka kept staring down at Gloria's pussy, taking a good look at the pink, moist cavern, which he knew was ready for immediate action.
Her body trembled with volcanic desire as Bazooka shoved his piercing red tongue forward, letting it scrape up and down her firm thighs. Rapidly he would alternate his tongue movements, switching from her left thigh to her right, then back again. His quickly projecting tongue continued its rapid-fire volleys for a few moments more, and all the while he picked up the enticing scent of her musky femaleness. It imparted within him a zealous desire to reach out with his scorching tongue and grind it inside the wet warmth of her succulent pussy.
"Honey, I wanna eat you," he announced. "Like I told ya earlier. I don't want anything to drink but your pussy juice."
"OOOOHHHH, HONEY, GO AHEAD, DO IT TO ME," she thundered. "COME ON, OHHHH, EAT ME OUT. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK ME REAL NICE. OOOHHH, COME ON, PUMP YOUR TONGUE INSIDE MY PUSSY. YES, OHHHH, YES."
Bazooka reached out and determinedly ran his fingers up and down the moist surface of Gloria's thighs, which he had sucked so generously only moments earlier. His piercing tongue then reached out and slowly snaked its way against the quiveringly erect bud of her throbbing clitoris.
"OOOHHH, OOHHHH, HONEY, YOU'VE GOT MY JEWEL, YOU'VE GOT MY JEWEL, YOU'VE GOT MY JEWEL," she panted. "COME ON, OHHHH, DO IT TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK ME. DARLING, OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA BRING ME OFF. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, FIERY TONGUE. COME ON, OOOHHH, PLANT IT, PLANT IT REAL NICE. PLANT IT INSIDE MEEEE."
Her dampened thighs, wet from the combination of her own sweat and her lover's saliva, locked passionately around Bazooka's head as his tongue wiggled against her wet, lustrous blonde pubic curls.
"OHHHHH, OOOHHH, IT TINGLES, OOOHHH, HOW IT TICKLES, OHHHH, YOU'RE GOING AFTER MY PUSSY," she sighed deliriously. "DARLING, OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP. COME ON, KEEP YOUR HOT TONGUE MOVING. REALLY LET IT PISTON."
His piercing fingers pushed sharply against her writhing buttocks as he drove his tongue forward once more, this time thrusting it inside the fleshy pit of her warm, luridly alive vagina.
"OOOHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, KEEP BLASTING WITH YOUR TONGUE," her voice broke out passionately. "MY DARLING. OOOHHH, WHAT A PUSSY EATER YOU ARE. YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO SUCK. DARLING, OOOHHH, KEEP ON GRINDING YOUR TONGUE. WORK IT, COME ON, WORK IT INSIDE ME."
His rapidly pulsating tongue kept on sensitively working its way inside the throbbing wetness of her inflamed vagina. The faster that his scalding tongue pushed onward, the closer that he moved his wildly alive and thoroughly impassioned lover to the point of a dramatic climax.
The young fighter's tongue continued working sharply, pistoning against her warm, nakedly alive, glisteningly moist pussy. Every now and then he would switch the activity to her clitoris, tickling it with his quick, probing strokes, which brought the beautiful Gloria that much nearer to the state of a wildly gushing orgasm.
"COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP, KEEP IT GOING, MY DARLING," she gulped loudly. "COME ON, OOOHHH, DRIVE YOUR HOT TONGUE INSIDE ME. YES, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, HOW I NEED IT, OHHHHH, HOW I NEED IT."
As her buttocks twitched and twisted back and forth, Bazooka reached out and locked his fingers tightly against the warmth of her shapely buttocks. All the while she kept pushing her thighs relentlessly against his temples, gliding her seething pussy upward so that it would meet his every quick, piercing tongue thrust.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, JUST A FEW MORE STROKES, OHHHH, I'M SO CLOSE, SO VERY CLOSE," she sighed.
She listened to the scraping sounds of his warm, dramatically alive tongue, which kept on thrusting against the heat of her velvety vagina. After a few more quick, twisting tongue thrusts, the juices began to explode from her pussy and into his mouth.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HERE I GOOOOOO," she sighed. "OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF IT. I WANT IT, OOOHHH, HOW I NEED IT. OOOHHH, I NEED IT, NEED IT, NEED YOUR TONGUE."
Her trembling fingers clutched tightly against her lover's sweaty, muscular back as his charging tongue kept on driving, working with zealous rapidity into the innermost depths of her seethingly moist triangle, which was exploding with her gushing juices. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE REALLY SUCKING MEEEE," she sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, EAT OUT MY PUSSY LINING, DARLING. OOOHHH, GET EVERY DROP OF THE STUFF. NICE, OOOHHH, VERY NIIICE."
Her fingers continued to sink tightly against the warmth of her lover's back as he finished swallowing the final few drops of her exploding pussy juices. After that he released his tongue from her organ.
"I've never met a hotter woman in my life," he smiled. "I'm sure glad that I got a chance to tie into you."
"Destiny brought us together, my dear," she winked.
"Maybe so. All I know is that you're sure one hell of a hot pussy."
"Did you like my taste?"
"I loved it," he laughed. "I knew I would. Oh, damned, you're better than any broad I've ever had. Black or white!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Now that Bazooka had done such an excellent job of sucking out Gloria's pussy, the black man's sweaty body turned her on that much more. Since he had done such a magnificent job of pleasing her, she was determined to zero in on his hard, proud black cock and please it in every conceivable fashion.
Gloria's eager, trembling fingers thrust out and made a quick grab for the spirited tip of Bazooka's mammoth cock head. Her tingling fingers caused his entire organ to become itchy. The faster that she ground them along the piercing tip of his hard, rangy pole, the better he became acclimated to her j style of brisk finger action. She would grind her fingers quickly, then promptly slow up the pace, all the while enjoying the manner in which he was turning on with smoldering waves of passionate intensity as a result of her massaging strokes.
"OOOHHHH, THOSE FINGERS, OHHHH, ; ARE THEY EVER TURNING ME ON," he grunted. "HONEY, OOOHHH, KEEP THEM GRINDING."
Bazooka loved the rhythmic manner in which I her fingers pushed against the tip of his stirring cock. She then reached down and let them begin to drive up and down the base of his steely instrument, reminding him of so many wild adventurous fucks he had received in the past. But this one, he was convinced, was better than all the rest. The shapely blonde beauty had to be the best-looking woman he'd ever made it with, even outdistancing the high-priced call girl that he'd screwed after his last fight. He knew his manager would absolutely kill him, he realized, if he had any idea that he was screwing with a woman just a couple of days before his big fight, but he was certain that it would be great for his morale, and that if anything he would be that much sharper in the ring.
All the while Gloria's determined fingers continued stroking against Bazooka's long, throbbing pole. After she had finished exciting him with her firm strokes against the fleshy base of his erect cock, she then let her fingers glide against his excitement-filled testicles. The harder that she squeezed with her astutely plunging fingers, the louder Bazooka's gasps became as he responded to her pulsating hand strokes.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS GOOOOODD," he sighed in a smoldering state of passionate anxiety. "OOOHHH, THAT'S NICE. OHHHH, SINK THOSE HOT FINGERS AGAINST ME, HONEY. OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE LET- TIN"EM GO. COME ON, OOOHHH, STROKE MY BALLS. YES, REALLY STROKE THEM."
Her fingers slid methodically against the crinkly surface of his warm balls for a few more strokes. She then reached out and made a quick grab for his muscular thighs, massaging them as she ran her fingers up and down the taut, glistening black skin.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, WHAT NICE LEGS YOU'VE GOT," she smiled.
"I oughta," he chuckled, "considerin' how much road work I do. I've been runnin' five, six miles."
"How exciting. Making it with a handsome athlete. A great fighter."
"Pretty excitin' from my end, too," he laughed. "Gettin' this kind of attention from a beautiful --woman."
"You know, I feel like really goin' all the way with you," she grinned. "I mean, stopping at nothing"' "That's good. I like it when a woman's ready to go all the way. So damned few of them are. I can. see, you're different, real different."
The shapely blonde beauty then took the impassioned prize fighter by surprise as she pushed her head down between his legs and thrust her spirited red tongue forward. His body twisted with exhilaration, moving from side to side as he watched her shove her piercing tongue forward. Slowly but steadily it ground up between his upraised ebony buttocks and pushed inside the tight confines of his warmly alive asshole.
"OOOOHHH, ASS LICKIN', OOOHHH, SUCK ASS," he grunted. "COME ON, OOO- HHHH, SHOVE THAT BURNING TONGUE OF YOURS INSIDE MY ASSHOLE, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. COME ON, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, OOOHHH, LET'S REALLY DO IT. SUCK MY ASS. HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A WILD ASS LICKER YOU ARE. I JUST LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE PUSHIN' YOUR TONGUE. PUSHIN' IT INSIDE MY ASSHOLE. COME ON, OOOHH, KEEP RIMMING ME. KEEP THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS SLIDING UP MY ASSHOLE REAL NICE. OOOHHH, THAT'S SOOOO GOOOOOOD."
His hips and buttocks twisted and twitched as the shapely blonde ground her stirring tongue up between his sweaty legs and into his anus. The more rapidly that her zestful tongue plunged, the faster that his quivering ass cheeks manipulated as he enjoyed the hot, captivating strokes that she sent deep inside him. At first she moved her tongue in a slow, tantalizing manner, but as Gloria became more acclimated to sucking out the black man's ass, she started to slide her tongue with spirited zeal, working it with increasing quickness, loving every spirited tongue thrust that she sent into the burning depths of his quivering behind.
"COME ON, KEEP IT UP, KEEP THAT HOT, AMAZING TONGUE MOVING," he gasped OME ON, OOOHHH, JUST KEEP IT SLID' OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE THE WAY IT'S DRIVING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, COME ON, HONEY. SUCK ME. SUCK ASS, BABY. STICK THAT BURNING TONGUE DEEP INSIDE MY ASSHOLE."
Soon Bazooka's entire body became immersed in a state of pulsating sensation. He began perspiring more freely than before, and his beautiful blonde lover enjoyed hearing the deep, heavy, intense gasping sounds emanating from him, indicating to her just how thoroughly he was enjoying every sweeping, uninhibited tongue thrust that she sent into the burning, piercing depths of his wildly gyrating ass. He could feel those frantic waves of sensation from the very top of his head to the tip of his toes as his lover kept on charging with piercing intensity, shoving her blistering tongue feverishly into the burning, innermost depths of his wild, twisting ass.
"COME ON, ASS LICKER, AAAHHH, SUCK ME, COME ON, SUCK ASS, SUCK ASS," Bazooka gulped.
While her thrusting tongue kept on driving with impassioned delight, sweeping high into his tight rectal passage, he reached down and began running his fingers up and down her back. Gloria's skin was covered with a misty sheen of perspiration as Bazooka's fingers slid against her skin, working feverishly as her tongue kept on pressing, pushing warmly up between his extended thighs and into the surface of his asshole.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE, I'M GONNA GUSH, OOOHHH, I'M GONNA SHOOT UNLESS YOU TURN LOOSE SOON," he grunted. "OOOHHH, BABY. WHAT A WILD TONGUE YOU'VE GOT. THE WAY YOU DRIVE IT. IT'S FANTASTIC, OOOHHH, FANTASTIC, THE WAY YOU'RE SUCKING ME, OOOHHH, THE WAY IT'S DRIVING INSIDE ME."
While Gloria's tongue kept on concentrating wildly on her lover's writhing asshole, she reached down and once more made a grab for his bulging testicles. Her fingers tightly squeezed the warm sacs of flesh, feeling the milky softness of them, recognizing that stored up inside his fleshy testicles was a voluminous explosion of white juice that she was determined to skillfully entice out of them.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP UP THAT FANTASTIC FINGER WORK," he told her. "COME ON, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE THE WAY YOUR FINGERS ARE SCRAPING AGAINST MY BALLS. KEEP THAT GOING. COME ON, FINGER MY NUTS. HONEY, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT."
His fingers pushed with greater rigidity than before as they glided along her satiny, sweat- dampened back. Gloria's fingers continued clutching and squeezing, moving in an intense inferno of passion against his crinkly nuts as her tongue worked deep inside his asshole, pushing him that much . closer to the state of a wildly tempestuous orgasm.
The faster that Gloria sucked, the more noticeably that Bazooka tilted his body as he raised his writhing ass cheeks, enjoying every quick, tremulous tongue thrust that she sent up between his thighs and into the tight, inner surface of his rectum.
"COME ON, SUCK, KEEP ON SUCKING," he sighed. "OOOHHH, WHAT AN ASS LICKER. CAN YOU EVER SUCK ASS. HONEY, OOOHHH, KEEP SUCKING ASS. KEEP THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS DRIVING. I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, I REALLY LOVE IT. I LOVE THESE FANTASTIC SENSATIONS."
While her quivering tongue continued to methodically stroke into the warm depths of his asshole, his ass cheeks spiritedly ground back and forth, rocking against the white bed sheets beneath him. He listened to the loud jangling sounds of the bed springs as his muscular thighs and legs kicked back and forth and he enjoyed thoroughly every quick, tempestuous stroke that her seething tongue sent forth inside his anus.
Quickly he removed his fingers from Gloria's back. He stroked her buttocks, pushing his fingers against the now familiar pillowy smooth flesh. He squeezed them as if he were pushing his fingers against two gigantic marshmallows. As he squeezed her ass flesh, her tongue cannonaded even more sharply as she pushed it up between his rotating buttocks and into his asshole.
His heart pounded with feverish desire as he enjoyed every quick, crisp stroke that she sent forth with her piercing tongue.
"OOOHHH, THAT TONGUE, IT'S TOO MUCH, OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE TONGUING MY ASS, OOOHHH, YOU WILD ASS SUCKER," he exclaimed.
While she continued to tongue fuck his asshole, her fingers maintained their rigid pursuit of his lust-bloated black balls, which she teased again and again with her determined finger onslaught. She drove her fingers alternately in sharp and soft fashion. For awhile she would dig them with spearing intensity against his scorching nuts, following which she would then ease off, dramatically reducing the pressure as she snaked her fingers around his scorching testicles, which were filled with hot, gushing liquid.
Eventually Gloria released her fingers from Bazooka's hot balls and her tongue from his asshole. She realized just how close this handsome young black athlete was to exploding his thick white juice. She did not want his orgasm to be wasted in such a manner, spilling over the bed and gushing onto the sheets.
"You gave me as wild a pussy suck as a girl could ever ask for," she smiled. "Now, honey, I'd like to suck you, provided that's all right. I'd like to drive my tongue up and down that burning black rod of yours. I'd like to suck it until the juices all spurt out of there. Until they spill wildly into my mouth. How does that sound to you?"
"How could anybody ever put it any better?" he grinned. "Okay, honey. I'm all for that. You suck my hot cock. I'll bet I'm gonna get a fantastic suck. You couldn't do it any other way."
Gloria reached down and grabbed hold of the boxer's thighs, twisting her fingers sharply against them as she pushed her tongue once more against his testicles. She teased and scraped his nuts with slow, exploratory strokes. After she succeeded in quickly pushing Bazooka back to the same high level of anxiety that he had occupied just before she had abandoned her ass sucking, she then ground her tongue more quickly than before, letting it twist with stirring rapidity as it worked against his warm, aroused scrotum.
"OOOHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DO IIIITTT," he told her.
When she released her steaming tongue from his aroused balls, Gloria reached out and permitted her fingers to clutch tightly against the warmth of his scalding, saliva-dampened balls. While she stroked his ballooning testicles conscientiously, she pushed her tongue forward and let it tickle the tingly tip of his quiveringly erect cock.
"OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE REALLY TICKLIN' MEEEE," he gasped, his buttocks writhing back and forth in a state of delirious excitement.
Gloria's quickly charging tongue began to launch into a rampaging series of movements, grinding initially against the tip of his steely black tool. The longer that she carefully probed with her tongue against the tip of his firm organ, the faster that she permitted her oral digit to attack it, and as she did she kept on grinding her fingers resourcefully against his steaming testicles.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW WHERE IT'S AT," he sighed. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA GET ME OFF. YOUR TONGUE CAN DO IT. COME ON, OOOHHH, TONGUE ME OFF. COME ON, GO AFTER THE HOT STUFF. IT'S GONNA REALLY EXPLDOE INSIDE YOUR MOUTH. SO SUCK ME, COME ON, REALLY SUCK ME."
Bazooka reached out and let his sweaty fingers clutch hold of her silky strands of blonde hair. The tighter that he squeezed, the faster that his lover's rampaging tongue slid against the nozzle-like tip of his erect, mammoth penis. After awhile she began to concentrate her efforts along the steely base of his elongated prong.
As her tongue continued to flip in a whirling dervish of passionate delight, her fingers kept on responding to the challenge, sliding tantalizingly against the warmth of his flaming testicles as she pushed him that much closer to the point of a tingly, wild orgasm. - "COME ON, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING, DRIVE IT, REALLY DRIIIIVE IIITTT," he sighed.
He could hardly believe just how good this beautiful young blonde was at sucking cock. Bazooka could see that she enjoyed every moment of the delirious excitement that they shared. She knew just how to operate her tongue, just the manner in which to exercise proper tempo. For a while she would grind it with scorching rapidity, allowing it to twist and slide as she moved it up and down the full length of his captivated organ. After that, about the time that she was convinced Bazooka was on the verge of gushing, Gloria would dramatically slow up her pace, grinding her tongue more slowly than before as it worked up and down his long, emblazoned organ.
"OOOHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK MY COCK," he told her.
Gloria's tongue clasped solidly around her lover's hard, agitated penis. It fitted snugly like a fist inside a velvety glove as her ovalled mouth kept on clasping against his firm rigidity while she ground her tongue confidently up and down the full length of his immense stalk, all the while stroking diligently with her fingers as she propelled him that much closer to the point of a spine-tingling orgasm.
Bazooka desperately let his fingers clench against her hair, pushing and twisting with them as he glided her down against his long, agitated ebony organ, which was being pushed that much closer to the state of a wild explosion.
He could feel the scalding heat building gradually in his cock and balls, along with the accompanying itchiness that always preceded a wild orgasm. His hips ground and twisted against the bed beneath him as he heaved sigh upon sigh, all the while being pushed that much closer to the wild precipice of a spontaneous orgasm.
"OOOHHH, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, KEEP SUCKING," he loudly declared. "I'M SO CLOSE NOW, HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, SO VERY CLOSE. SO KEEP YOUR TONGUE SLIDING. COME ON, OOOHHH, WORK IT REAL NICE."
Her wildly penetrating, all-consuming tongue kept on devouring the black fighter's cock, grinding up and down the full length of his stiff pole. Already she could taste the first few drops of his pre-cum, and that only served to excite her that much more as she tugged resourcefully and quickly at his balls, begging him with her every finger movement to explode every stirring drop of his thick, white cyclonic juice from the end of his stormy cock.
His fingers tightened even more noticeably than before as they pushed against her scalp while Bazooka's body lunged forward. She could hear the heavy, deep gasps emanating from him. Finally there was a stillness, after which his legs kicked back and forth with wild, ecstatic delight.
She tensed herself, preparing to swallow the onrushing flood tide of thick white phallic fluid that she knew would spill from the tip of his electrified cock.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M UNLOADING, OOOHHH, COME ON, SWALLOW IT ALL, SWALLOW THE STUFF OUT OF MY PRICK, OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHH, I LOVE IT, OHHHH, I LOVE IIIITTT," he sighed.
The black fighter's eyes rolled as he watched the steaming white juice explode from the end of his thick, lust-engorged dagger. Bazooka watched with wide-eyed interest his lover's clasping ovalled lips as they pushed determinedly against the base of his resolute spear. Her tongue rapidly began to attack the hot, excited drops of his flaming white phallic flood tide that soon began to engulf her mouth.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK IT OUT OF MEEEE," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, DO IT, DO IT, DO IIIIITTT."
Bazooka's eyes opened ever wider as he continued to hold on tightly to her scalp, watching as Gloria's swirling red tongue pushed back and forth, eagerly devouring every drop of his flaming jissum.
Several drops of his thick white flood cum rolled down the left side of her mouth and trickled atop the crisp white bed sheets, but the rest of his load she was able to skillfully control with her spirited tongue as she gulped and swallowed, collecting every savory drop of his inner flaming offering.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO THOROUGH," he told her. "COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP DRIVIN' WITH THAT HOT, BEAUTIFUL TONGUE OF YOURS. HONEY, OOOHHH, CAN YOU EVER SUCK. DO YOU EVER KNOW HOW TO DO IT. OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, SUCK ME OOOFFF."
A few moments later she released her tongue from the prize fighter's prick, which she noticed had deflated slightly in the immediate aftermath of his wild, explosive climax.
"What a cock-suck artist," he looked at her and grinned. "You couldn't be more passionate, honey. There's just no way."
"There's no way that you could have been any more passionate yourself," she told him. "As a matter of fact, passion in one person brings it out more in the other. Does that make sense?"
"It all makes sense around you. You're one of these people who makes things happen."
He reached down and let his fingers slide against the smooth warmth of her ripe, firm ass globes.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Gloria allowed her handsome black stud lover a few minutes of rest, after which she was ready to renew activities.
Even though his cock was a little deflated in the aftermath of the wild and volcanic orgasm he had just experienced, she was determined not to let that stand in her way. She reached out determinedly with her stirring fingers, allowing them to employ with sharp, assertive strokes as she moved them up and down the full length of his cock, determined to push him right back up-to the state of wild erection that his towering cock had achieved before that last orgasm.
"Oh, honey, that really does feel good, damned good," he told her. "Come on, just keep on stroking. Work your fingers real nice."
"You like the pace I'm maintaining?"
"Oh, definitely. I love it."
"That's good."
"Tell you one thing, though."
"Go ahead. I'm all ears."
"Like for you to start strokin' a little faster. Come on, move your fingers up and down my long, hard prick. I wanna turn on with you again. Oh, damned, I'm sorry now that I've got to go to Las Vegas to fight at all. I'd like to just keep fuckin' with you in this room here. It's a hell of a lot more fun than gettin' out in the ring and slug- gin' somebody and tryin' to see that he don't slug you back."
"I can imagine that, dear, but let's not even think about that right now. Let's just be real selfish. Let's think about ourselves. Fair enough?"
"Oh, yeah. I wouldn't want it any other way. Come on, honey. Oooohhh, keep up that crisp finger action. Keep glidin' your fingers up and down my prick. Yeah, just look at it. It's gettin' harder already."
He smiled triumphantly, observing the manner in which his penis was quickly snapping back to attention, expanding swiftly under the rapid-fire, steady finger impulses generated by the beautiful blonde as she confidently manipulated her smooth fingers up and down his long, quickly hardening cock.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S REALLY NICE," he grinned. "COME ON, JUST A FEW MORE STROKES, HONEY. THAT'S ALL I NEED."
While her fingers glided up and down his ever- hardening staff, the panting black man reached out and let his fingers clutch sharply against the firm warmth of her rapidly undulating breasts. Just having him clutch the marshmallow-like surface of her resilient flesh caused her to pump her fingers even more quickly as they moved up and down his cock.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S NICE," he smiled. "COME ON, JUST A FEW MORE STROKES.
YEAH. THAT'S IT. I LIKE IT. OOOHHH, LOOK. OHHHH, I'M UP, I'M UP, ALL THE WAY UP."
"Yes, you really are," she smiled. "Honey, ohhh, I like that. I like the way you've come up there nice and tall. Ooohhhh, right where I need you."
"Better let go. If you don't I'll juice."
"Sure thing."
The shapely blonde beauty released her fingers from the black man's towering cock. By then he was all set to move into action, to grind his hard, tempestuous phallic tool into the burning depths of her scalding pussy.
Immediately she stretched out on her back, lewdly extending her shapely thighs, then reaching down and letting the fingers of her right hand slide smoothly against the wetly palpitating warmth of her sodden pink vagina.
"OOOHHH, AM I ON FIRE," she grunted, twisting her shapely buttocks appreciatively. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, I KNOW YOU WANT IT. I KNOW YOU WANT ME. I KNOW YOU WANT TO PUSH YOUR PRICK INSIDE MY PUSSY."
"You'd better believe I do," he nodded his head emphatically. "Okay, honey, old Bazooka is gonna really fuck your snatch. So just get ready."
"I couldn't be more ready," she assured him.
He reached down and let his fingers push tightly against the warmth of her twisting thighs. He heaved a deep sigh, then shoved his hard, powerful cock forward, allowing it to land spiritedly inside the tight inner depths of her rapidly spasming pussy. Back and forth She worked her hips and ass cheeks, and tightly she clasped her vaginal muscles, letting them clamp firmly around the vigorous warmth of his rapidly spearing cock as he continued to ram it inside her, letting it slice and twist as he pushed that much closer to the state of a frantic orgasm.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR COCK PLUNGING," she told him. "OOOHHH, IT'S TOO MUCH FOR ME. OOOHHH, I'VE GOTTA JUICE. YES, OOOHHH, THE STUFF IS SPILLING OUT OF MEEEE. OOOHHH, DARLING. WHAT FUCKING. OOOHHH, WHAT TERRIFIC SCREWING. OHHHH, YOUR COCK'S ON FIRE. SO IS MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, MY PUSSY CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE. OHHHH, HONEY, KEEP FUCKING, KEEP FUCKING."
Her thudding ass cheeks pressed against the warmth of the bed as he kept on driving his thickly stirring man meat forward, pushing and thrusting with it as it drove into the warm depths of her hair- fringed fissure. Tightly she would clasp her legs, providing him with the best possible screw, enjoying every blasting thrust of his blood-engorged tool as he drove it in a spirited sea of determination, working it into the fiery depths of her hot hole.
"OOOHHH, I'M GONNA BE SHOOTIN' SOON," he told her. "OOOHHH, NO WAY I CAN HOLD BACK ON THIS. OOOHHH, HONEY. IT'S GOTTA EXPLODE. IT'S ALL GONNA SPILL OUT OF ME. HOW NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS FUCKING.
DAMNED, OOOHHH, FUCKING AT ITS BEST. COME ON, KEEP THAT HOT BUTT OF YOURS SLIDING. COME ON, HONEY, SLIDE IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, I LOVE THE MOVEMENTS." He reached down and let his fingers cup against the warmth of her twisting ass globes as he kept on pushing forward with his savagely pummeling cock, driving it into the tight inner depths of her velvety womb, all the while pushing himself that much nearer to the state of a wild and vigorous explosion.
"OHHH, I'M SO CLOSE, OOOHHH, I'M SO CLOSE," he told her. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP WIGGLIN' THAT HOT ASS. COME ON, OOOHHH, WIGGLE YOUR TITS, TOO. I LOVE THAT. OOOHHH, I LOVE WHAT I'M WATCHING. IT TURNS ME ON. OOOHHH, DOES IT EXCITE ME."
"Come on, baby. You're really fucking me good. So good I'm gonna juice again."
"That's good. Keep on juicin'. It's good for you."
"Yes, come on, ooohhh, fuck me. Fuck my pussy. I like the way you're plunging your stiff prick inside me. Keep on working it, darling."
He hissed and gasped, driving his sturdy cock lasciviously forward, letting it piston sharply as it worked its way into the tight inner depths of her searingly alive vagina.
Finally the beautiful blonde could take it no longer. Another scalding orgasm had to be released from her pussy.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HERE I GO AGAIN," she grunted. "COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME WITH YOUR HARD, DRIVING COCK. COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE EVERY BIT OF IT. YES, OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE SENDING IT INSIDE MEEEE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR LONG, HARD COOOOOCK."
Her flouncing buttocks continued to drive back and forth, plunging against the bed sheets beneath her. All the while his stiffly ramrodding cock continued to drive into the piercing depths of her fire- filled vagina. Finally the sweating black man recognized that he could no longer hold back the fiery orgasmic fluid that was stored up in his scorching, ballooning testicles.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HERE I GOOOO," he told her. "OOOHHH, THE STUFF'S SHOOTING. YES, OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, IT'S EXPLODING FROM MY LONG, HARD PRICK. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OHHHH, COME ON, KEEP YOUR ASS CHEEKS TWISTING. YES, OOOHHH, HONEY, WE'RE BOTH ON FIRE. WE'RE BOTH LOVING IT. OOOHHH, EVERY BIT OF IT."
Gloria shoved her ass up to meet his quick, piercing strokes as she watched the thick drops of his exploding sperm catapult from the end of his raging prick and splash in a wild gust of passionate energy into her vagina.
A few seconds later it all came to an end and the sweating black man rolled off of Gloria's body.
"Honey, you've really inspired me now," he grinned. "I'm gonna fight better than ever on Saturday."
"I'll just bet that you are," she told him. "You sure do know how to wield a mean cock, honey. If you can fight even half as good, you oughta be champ someday."
"Now that's the kind of nice talk I like to hear," he threw his head back and laughed. "I've gotta remember that. If I can fight half as good as I can fuck, I oughta be champ. I love it. Yeah, honey. That's the kind of compliment a guy really likes."
"You ought to, and the compliment is completely deserved," she smiled. "After all, you really did give me a fantastic fuck."
"I sure do appreciate everything you've done for me, honey. First of all you give me the gas. Then you let me fuck you like this."
"I just couldn't stand to see you go on your way," she said, "without the gas or without the juices spilled in my bedroom."
"Well, we were able to make it and we're both a hell of a lot better for it, aren't we?"
"Oh, yes," she smiled.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Gloria Casey had had a long, trying day, and now that she had finished dinner, she decided to adjourn to the bedroom and watch a little television.
She was wearing a white blouse without a bra and a pair of white shorts devoid of panties. She wanted to just stretch out and relax, enjoy herself, before finally turning in for the night. After all, she had to get up plenty early in the morning to get things ready for the onrushing hordes of gasoline seekers. Her allotment had been increased over the past few days, and now she was able to keep the station open for longer hours. That meant she had to work that much harder, and by the end of the day she was generally in a distraught, tired frame of mind.
The dinner that she'd prepared for herself, coupled with the two cold beers she had consumed, which had relaxed her greatly, put her in a much better frame of mind. Now she would just watch a little television and go to bed.
She couldn't help but think about the fact that the gas crisis had propelled her into such an enviable situation. Her little station, which had been so forlorn in the past, was now a veritable beehive of activity. She was making money hand over fist, and it was her desire, once that she had parlayed her earnings into a significant bank roll, to invest in a bar. She looked forward to running her own business, and was determined to eventually have things much easier than she did at the moment. She therefore kept telling herself just how important it was to keep things going on an even keel and not to give up, even though sometimes, when tempers smoldered under the intensity of the glaring desert summer sun, and people were feeling a tremendous desperation over their inability to obtain gas, she sometimes felt like just closing her station up and going away, practically anywhere, just as long as she could be away from the tension.
Just as she was beginning to enjoy the detective movie that she was watching, her concentration was interrupted by loud, insistent knocking at her front door.
She turned the television off, jumped up from the bed, and strolled barefooted into the living room. Meanwhile, the knocking continued.
"Just a second," she called out with loud impatience. "I'll be there."
She opened the door. Standing on the other side of the screen was a tall, slender man wearing a brown suit. He had a white ten-gallon hat on his head, and looked to be in a frustrated frame of mind.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked.
"Sorry I was knockin' so hard. I didn't know if there was anybody here for sure. Guess I'm in kind of a desperate mood."
"What's the trouble?"
"Bet you're used to sayin' that quite a bit with things the way they are," the man managed to grin. "Plenty of trouble, right?"
"There's enough of it. I guess you're about out of gas. Isn't that right?"
"Well, young lady. I was gonna ask you whether you were the woman that ran that there station or not. Guess I don't have to ask that anymore. Yeah, you got a way of cuttin' right around all the meaningless conversation. Matter of fact I do need some gas. You know, on top of that my car was just about to boil over. I stopped, let it rest, and put some water in it. It needs oil and gas. I'm havin' problems with my damned gauges. Thought I had plenty of gas. I'm gonna chew the hell out of my mechanic when I get back to San Antone."
"You're from San Antonio, Texas?"
"That's right. My name is Tex Morgan."
"Hello. My name's Gloria."
"Anyway, Gloria, honey. Here I was decidin' I'd drive from L.A. to Vegas to have me a little fun. Then I run into all this damned trouble with my car. Like I said, my mechanic's gonna really get chewed out when I get back to San Antone next week."
"I'm sorry about your predicament."
"How about me buyin' a full tank of gas from you and some oil. Matter of fact, tell you what I'll do. Seein' as how I'm disturbin' you here at night and all, and your station ain't open, I'll throw in an extra hundred bucks just because you're such a nice girl."
"As a matter of fact, Tex Morgan,, it'll be a pleasure to do business with you," she smiled. "Just wait until I slip on a pair of thongs."
"Now you're talkin'."
Tex Morgan grinned and licked his lips lasciviously as he watched the beautiful blonde turn and walk from the doorway into the living room, where she slipped her feet daintily into a pair of thongs. He loved the shapely construction of her searing ass globes, which fit so provocatively into her white shorts. He had noticed when she had turned the other way just how large and firm her breasts appeared to be. He could tell that she was wearing no bra beneath her blouse, and his fingers itched to just reach inside her blouse and pry against those firm, sensuous hillocks of flesh.
They walked into the dark, still-warm evening. The air was stifling and the sound of crickets could be heard all around them as they strolled back to the gas station. Tex Morgan's car was a black Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham. It bore Texas license plates. Gloria had a feeling from the air of authority that Tex Morgan conveyed that he was indeed a wealthy and important man. Not that he was in any way flaunting any wealth or self-esteem. It was just something that seemed to ooze out of him.
"I'm much obliged, honey, for what you're doin' for me," he said. "I really would have been in one hell of a predicament if I hadn't found this station. And if I hadn't found you at home and willin' to do the right thing."
"I'm stayin' at home quite a bit nights," she smiled. "Not much to do around here."
"You could get into Vegas every now and then, couldn't ya?"
"I could, except for one thing. I'm awful busy runnin' this station. Before the gas crisis hit, I had lots of time on my hands. Then I'd just sit for hours waiting for customers who would never come. Now it's a completely different scene. I've practically gotta beat 'em off with a stick when I close."
"Sure can understand that," Tex nodded. "Got yourself a thrivin' business."
"What line of work are you in, Tex?" she asked, pumping the gas into his tank.
"Oh, I've got me a nice little spread in San An- tone," he smiled proudly. "One of the best damned cattle ranches in all of Texas, I think."
"How about that. So I'm talking to a rancher."
"Sure enough. You'd love it, honey. Hope if you ever get out San Antone way that you look me up."
"I sure will."
"The ol' Morgan Ranch. Just a little east of San Antone. Ever been there?"
"No, I can't say I have. I've lived practically all of my life in the West."
"Well, it's a right pretty little town. Got the Alamo right in the middle of the city. Got ourselves a damned good professional basketball team. Got the Space Needle. Ever hear about that?"
"Oh, yes. That's where they held the Hemisphere, didn't they?"
"Yeah. You know a little somethin' about our town," he grinned. "We're not all that far away from Austin. Austin is about eighty miles from San Antone, and I always go there during the football season to watch the University of Texas play. You know about the Longhorns?"
"Not much. I've heard they have good football teams."
"Some of the best in the country, honey. Yup. I get along pretty well. Enjoyin' myself."
By then she was finished filling his tank. After that she provided him with the two quarts of oil he required, after which the tall, handsome Texas rancher reached into his wallet and pulled out the money for the gas and oil, then another hundred dollars as a bonus.
"That's awfully nice of you, Tex," she smiled. "You know, with a hundred-dollar tip like that, it almost gives a girl the feeling that she ought to earn it."
"Holy smoke, honey. You mean what I think you might?"
"You're a nice lookin' man, Tex, and it was a pretty damned quiet evening. I thought first that was what I wanted, but now I'm begin' to wonder."
"You know. I really like your way. None of this beat-around-the-bush stuff like it is with a lot of women."
"I've been told that by quite a few men," she smiled. "Actually, environment had a lot to do with changing my attitude and lifestyle around."
"How do you mean, honey?" he asked, looking her way puzzledly.
"I mean that once you're stranded out here all by yourself, out in the middle of nowhere, you've gotta kind of create your own excitement. You can't wait for a nice-looking guy to ask you out on a date, then take it one step at a time, and finally wind up sharing the same bed with him."
"You know, I guess you got a point there," Tex said, grinning broadly. "What you're sayin' is that you're all alone out here. There ain't any bars, discos, and the like to go to. You're not in any of the places where you'd be around male company. I can assure you that if you were you'd certainly get more than your share of attention."
"Thank you."
"But anyway, you're sayin' that you finally decided you'd start tellin' guys when they appealed to you. Isn't that about what you're sayin'?"
' "That's exactly what I'm saying, Tex. You're a bright guy. You catch on real fast."
"You're sure a sexy lookin' woman," Tex said. "You know what I noticed about you right away?"
"What, Tex?"
"I noticed you wasn't wearin' any bra underneath that blouse. Ain't I right?"
"Absolutely."
"I'd love to just reach my fingers on down and pinch those ripe cones of flesh."
"Well seein' as how you were such a nice guy, Tex, and you were willin' to pay so generously for the gas and oil, I think I'll just accord you that privilege."
"Oh, you wouldn't be kiddin', would you? I wouldn't want a slap in the face or anything."
"I wouldn't kid about a thing like that, Tex. Like I told you before, gettin' some good lovin' is a real important thing for me."
"Okay, honey. I'm gonna just reach on down there and have myself a little fun. I'm gonna put my fingers against your nice hot tits."
"Come on, Tex," she declared breathlessly. "You're gonna love it. You're gonna love pinching your fingers against my boobs."
"Ooowweee, you're some kind of woman. You're on fire, honey."
"I know. Being around a sexy man does that to me. Is there something wrong with me?"
"Absolutely not," Tex laughed robustly.
Tex Morgan eased his fingers inside of the shapely blonde's blouse. Soon he was letting his hands cup firmly against the warmth of her resilient breasts. His fingers tightly squeezed against the warm flesh. As his fingers rapidly charged against the ripeness of her satiny globes, she thrust her jiggling bosoms back and forth, enjoying the spirited stabs of his surging fingers.
"Oh, honey, this is the way to spend a night under a full moon," she smiled. "Havin' a nice strong Texan use his rancher's hand on my tits."
"Oh, damn. What fantastic boobs you've got, honey. They're so shapely. I love that tight, warm flesh. Oowweee, I'm wild about your tits."
"I'm wild about the attention you're giving them," she declared. "Nothin' wrong with playin' with my nipples, either, honey. So go ahead. Run your fingers over my nipples. Nice and tight. Come on, do it. Do it to me."
Tex nodded. His fingers reached out and pinched against the warmth of her crinkly nipple flesh. Back and forth his fingers teasingly glided against her nipples, until, finally, they had become increasingly taut and she was gasping breathlessly, enjoying every quick, pulsating finger stroke that he generated against the warmth of her flesh.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT'S NIIICE," she sighed.
There they were, standing next to the gas pump, out there miles from nowhere. Her hips and buttocks swayed as she continued to receive the rapid- fire, twisting finger sensations being spiritedly applied by the horny rancher.
There was something spirited and daring about enjoying this kind of intimate activity out there in the open, in the darkness of the desert night. They both knew that there was nobody within miles of them, but yet, they still were out in the open, not engaging in sex in the quiet solitude of a bedroom.
"Come on, tighter, pump your fingers even tighter," she panted breathlessly.
"You got it, honey, you got it. That better?"
"Oh, yes. I love it. Ooohhh, honey, come on, run your fingers over my tits. Run them over my nice, warm boobs."
His fingers alternated between her breasts and nipples. Finally the beautiful blonde, her buttocks seductively wiggling, was immersed in such a state of feverish passion that she knew she had to take this handsome Texas rancher back to her house.
"Let go," she said. "Let go right now."
"Gettin' too horny for your own good?" he immediately ascertained, removing his fingers from her breasts.
"That's right. I'm gonna render you an invitation, Tex. Hope you're not in such a big hurry to get to Las Vegas that you wouldn't wanna come in and spend a little time with me?"
"Oh, honey, I wouldn't care where the hell I was goin'," he laughed, "or how damned important it was supposed to be for me to get there. When I see somebody like you, well, all I know is that I'm gonna have myself one hell of a wild time of it."
"I like your style, Tex."
"I like yours."
Tex warmly threw an arm around her shoulder. He let it hang there affectionately as they walked arm in arm back to the house.
In a matter of minutes they were sharing a beer. Soon, they knew, they would be sharing a good deal more.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It took Tex and Gloria very little time to wiggle out of their clothes. Gloria was almost stripped to begin with, wearing only her shorts and blouse.
Once that Tex finished sliding his white boxer shorts down his legs and off of him, he became immersed in a state of acute animal need. His fingers reached down and, with sturdy resilience, astutely pumped against the long flaming hunk of meat that rested between his quivering thighs.
The tingle in Tex's eyes indicated to Gloria just how eager he was to have sex with her. She could see that, now that she was obtaining sex on a more regular basis, she was enjoying it more and more.
Just watching him jerk his fingers with steady electricity up and down the smooth rubbery base of his stirring prong caused Gloria's prickly skin to turn into a pillar of scalding desire.
"Oh, honey, that looks nice," she smiled. "I really love watching you pump your fingers against your prick."
After a few more brisk strokes, Tex abruptly released his fingers from his raging cock. He reached out and began to lasciviously slide the tip of his sensitive, scarlet tongue around the rim of her ear, causing the shapely blonde beauty's hips to instinctively commence rotating under the passionate pressure that he seethingly demonstrated.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S SO NIIICE," Gloria told him.
Tex removed his sweltering tongue from her left ear, then allowed it to grind with the same degree of controlled authority as it laved against her right ear, twisting and flicking, causing wild waves of ecstasy within her to flow with even more volcanic urgency. When Tex finally released his tongue, a compelling obscenity overwhelmed his entire body as he fixed his sensual target on one objective, driving his stiff, blood-engorged tool into the fiery, moist depths of his lover's enchanting pink vagina.
His heart raced pulsatingly as Tex became enveloped by a wildly acute need to plunge his sturdy, jet-propelled organ inside of her until the broiling jissum splashed from the end of his pulsating, ever-throbbing rod.
Gloria let out a sensual moan as her spirited lover reached out and grabbed her jutting breasts as he rolled on top of her, and instinctively her legs widened as they cradled his steadily flailing hips.
Even though Gloria was trying to control her responses, by then she could not hold back the thundering flood tide of excitement that was enveloping her entire body. The flowering lips of her dilating cunt widened appreciatively as Tex stiffly glided his thundering, hammering phallic weapon into the sultry wetness between her nakedly splayed thighs.
"OOOOHHH, OHHHH, HONEY, DO IT TO MEEE," she loudly exclaimed.
A groan of desperate, wild animalish desire seethed in Tex's ear, and it only served to excite him that much more as he sought to explore the forbidden dampened regions of his lover's exciting pink orifice. He drove his fiery dagger along her inviting pink slit and parted the soft, matted hair until it was nestled teasingly in the entrance of her scalding, dilated womb.
"OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME, OHHHH, FUCK MEEE," she sighed.
Tex clamped his fingers tightly and intensely against his lover's twisting ass globes, letting them press sharply as he rammed his body downward at the same time supporting his weight with his arms to keep from injuring her lower torso as his stinging cudgel disappeared with a loud squishy sound into the burning depths of her inflamed, gaping triangle.
Gloria let out a throaty moan of animalish desire, her body tightening to an arch of hardened passion at the initial entry at the taut walls of her wet, smoldering slit. She writhed and bucked under the delirious sensations of the inescapable heat that was generating rapidly in her loins.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP FUCKING MEEEE," she shrieked. "COME ON, OOHHH, KEEP DRIVING YOUR COCK, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, SCREW ME GOOD. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, LET'S DO IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME REAL NIIIICE." She raised up under the sturdy pressure of Tex's quickly charging fingers. His glistening penis slid out until its coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her quivering cunt, after which it surged inside her again under the stampeding sensual flood tide that was rapidly developing between them.
Up and down his resilient rubbery cock kept driving, its skewering man meat devouring her with its thrusting devastation, causing Gloria's steadily dilating cunt to quake. He listened to the sounds of her intense, heavy breathing, and recognized that he had indeed found a woman of incredible sensuality, somebody who enjoyed being fucked as much as he enjoyed fucking.
Her nostrils flared heatedly open while her breath burned in her lungs. As Tex kept on steadily pumping his stinging spear inside her, he ground his pelvis time and again against hers in a symphony of wild, unabated lust.
Beads of perspiration began to flow down both sides of Tex's face as his fingers reached out and grabbed hold of the blonde beauty's rapidly undulating breasts. It was like holding two hot pokers in his hands as the seething embers of her dazzling breasts were caught by his quickly plunging fingers.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, TAKE CHARGE OF ME," she sighed. "COME ON, DARLING. OHHHH, HOLD ONTO MY TITS. YES, OOOHHH, I REALLY LIKE THAT. I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME. KEEP IT UP, MY DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
Tex felt the smooth, raw flesh of his passion- aroused lover's scorching pussy lips clasp against his devastating prick while his fingers then reached down and squeezed the warmly invigorated nether cheeks of her ripe ass.
He loved the fact that her body was ablaze with passion, and that her hips, buttocks, and breasts just couldn't seem to slow down as he kept on spearing her with his determined cock, driving it hard and fast into the tight, spasming depths of her wildly clasping pussy lips.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT FUCK YOU ARE," he exclaimed. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, KEEP WIGGLIN' THAT HOT BUTT. OHHH, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, I LOVE PLUNGING MY STIFF PRICK INSIDE YOU."
He could feel the skewering sensations in his leathery, lust-bloated balls as Tex kept on pumping and driving with his all-conquering shaft, heaving deep sighs with each and every knifing intrusion into the deepest crevices of her moist, rapidly spasming twat.
As Gloria's upraised buttocks heaved and ground, driving forward to meet every stinging onslaught of her dominating lover, she felt the tidal waves of passion in her throbbing cunt, which served as a constant reminder of how badly she needed to explode the womanly nectar of her impassioned womb.
After a few more rapid-fire, spinning hip gyrations, accompanied by a loud animalistic mewl, she twisted her head from side to side as she rode her lover's desire-filled cock like a quivering bitch in heat.
The beautiful blonde pumped her hips ever higher, screwing every inch of Tex's enticing cock, which kept cutting into her like a well-timed dagger. Finally she could no longer withstand the fiery tempo as a few guttural sounds emerged from her mouth and the spurting drops of her volcanic pussy juice sprayed from her tempestuous mound, splashing against Tex's sturdily rampaging prick and rolling down her legs.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I'M THERE, I'M THERE, I'M THEEEEREEEE," she cried out frantically. "COME ON, OOOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OOOHHH, THAT'S IT. KEEP ON FUCKING ME." Listening to the sloshing sounds of his fiery phallic tool devouring Gloria's inflamed, wet cunt, out of which a wild explosion was taking place, filled Tex with even greater desire to make this the best possible fuck that he could absolutely deliver. Now he was plunging himself into a world of searing passion, and was determined to explode his thick white phallic juice into the beautiful blonde's scalding pink pussy.
He braced himself, plunging ever deeper into his lover's sweltering vagina. Each impassioned cock stab brought a relentless gasp from the blonde beauty's lips as she enjoyed every sweltering moment that transpired between them.
Gloria realized that the impending deluge was upon her as she felt her lover's steaming cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls, which were flushed with reckless ecstasy as they awaited the inevitable flooding torrent of thick, devastating phallic liquid.
Her legs parted wider as she bucked and writhed while her persistent lover kept pumping his mammoth, all-conquering cudgel of bloated flesh into her, stuffing the wetly agitated confines of her slippery cunt, battering her cervix as his testicles thudded against the nether cheeks of her firm, ripe ass.
Tex let out a sustained groan that seemed to extend interminably while his thickly skewering penis throbbed with the timely pressure of a wild orgasm as the milky white liquid deluged her cunt, spraying with delicious delight as he emptied the stored-up tornado in his bloated, agitated balls.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO TIGHT, OOOHHH, SO TIGHT, SO VERY TIIIIGHT," he sighed. "OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP MANIPULATING THAT HOT ASS. DARLING, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." The final few drops of thick, white sperm gushed from the end of his rampaging tool, after which he then withdrew it from her vagina.
As he looked down at the shapely beauty beneath him, he leaned forward and gratefully kissed her lips.
"You're the wildest little filly I ever stuck my cock into," he grinned. "Matter of fact, honey. I'd love to have the chance to do it again."
"Drop back again sometime."
"I don't get out this way too much," he said. "Just usually on business. Tell you what I'd like, though."
"What's that?"
"Like for you to visit me in San Antone."
"That would be real nice. Of course, it's awfully tough getting away from this gas station."
"You're doin' pretty well here, huh?"
"Cleaning up. As a matter of fact, I'll tell you what I've got in mind."
"Go ahead. I'm anxious to hear."
"I'm figurin' on sellin' this place pretty soon. That and the money I've saved up oughta make it possible for me to buy a place somewhere. A bar. Vegas. Somewhere anyway."
"How about San Antone?" he asked. "You know, I've been wonderin' just what it would be like to buy me a cocktail bar. Somethin' to go along with my ranch. Course, the big hangup before was that I didn't have anybody to get involved with. You know, I'd love it if you could fly on out to the ranch next week or two and we could talk it over. Just maybe we could become partners. You could plop down a little somethin' and I could pick up the rest. Then you could kind of run my bar for me, look after it, and we could renew our acquaintances. You never know just how far this relationship will go if we give it a chance."
"Tex. You're really some kind of guy," she laughed. "You're as blunt and plain speaking as I am."
"I know I am. That's why I can appreciate that quality in you. I've got it myself, honey."
"Yes. You certainly have. Well, I just say that this is the best offer I've had in quite awhile. Do you think I'd like San Antone?"
"You'd love it. I'll tell you something, though.
It's missin' one thing."
"What's that?"
"It's missin' you. I never realized just how much it was missin' until I met you."
She laughed loudly, running her fingers over Tex Morgan's forehead.
"Oh, Tex. I must say that I really have enjoyed screwing with you. I would like to talk further about this. Tell you what. How about spending the night here with me? In the morning, if you've got time, or even starting right now, we can begin discussing this. I can pull out a couple more beers and we can have at it."
"That's fine. But still I'd like you to be visitin' San Antone pretty soon. I'm figurin' on goin' ahead with this deal. I'd like to buy a bar. I'd like to get involved with you in business and keep things goin' in the other direction, too."
Mischievously he reached down and cupped his fingers tightly against the warmth of her silky white buttocks.
"What a nice set of ass cheeks," he grinned. "I got me a good look at them when you walked away right after we met."
"I know that."
"You got eyes in the back of your head?" he looked at her in surprise.
"So to speak. I got great peripheral vision, honey. I can always tell when a guy's lookin' at me.
"You really are shrewd. No wonder you've done such a damned good job at this here station."
"The gas crisis has helped."
"Yeah, but a lot of gals wouldn't have been able to take the pressure. You've been able to."
"How'd you like to fuck me again?"
"You're on."
Gloria reached out and let her fingers begin to slide against the full length of Tex's cock. Before long she had pumped it back to full erection. "Well, here we go again," Tex laughed.