Finally she tuned open his fly and freed his bulging dick from his pants. It was hard as a rock now, and thick, with the veins standing out against the brown-pink skin of his tool like a miniature road map.
He yanked his jeans off and tossed them aside. His finger was moving even faster now, back and forth and in and out. She grabbed his cock in one hand and started frantically pulling at it, running her hand up and down the thick pulsing shaft. Her fingers found his balls, and started gently tickling them.
When he couldn't wait any longer, and she was begging him to do it, he took his hand away long enough to spread out her legs, and then mounted her. Her head twisted from side to side as she guided his dick into her warmly waiting snatch.
He pushed himself inside her tight, hot hole, thrusting deeper and deeper till his cock was buried up to his balls. She wrapped her long slender legs around him as he began pumping it to her, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Her cunt felt hot and slippery as it wrapped itself around his thrusting tool. Her heels dug into his back as she arched even higher, pushing her pussy up at him with a frantic rhythm that matched his own and set his balls gently thumping against her ass.
With one hand he massaged one of her titties while his tongue snaked in and out of her mouth and his cock kept up its frantic assault on her pussy. He could feel his come starting to build, and he pumped away even harder. She began to moan and whimper just before he exploded inside her, shooting his load into her wildly contracting cunt. She shivered and shook in a climax of her own as his hot stream of cum filled her gyrating, writhing cunt.
Finally he rolled off her, and they lay panting side by side on the soft cushion of fresh green pass. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad trip after all.
CHAPTER TWO
Back on the mad again, Steve felt good. The urgent ache in his balls had been replaced by a warm contented glow. Whatever her other faults, Doris was sure a damn good lay.
Doris sat with her magazine open on her lap, but she wasn't reading it. She was staring dreamily out the window, humming to herself as she watched the big, cotton-candy clouds go scudding across a postcard-blue sky.
Steve always made her forget everything when he fucked her. Every time she promised herself that the next time she would play it cool, act disinterested, make him beg for it. Rut when his big hands started fondling her breasts to tickling her clit, she could never think of anything but how good it felt, and how much she wanted to be fucked.
She shifted slightly in her seat, and felt some of his sticky wet cum dampen her rumpled shorts. He really shot a load! No matter how much she mopped up she could never seem to get it all. But today she didn't mind. Everything felt good.
She wished she felt sure of Steve. He was so unpredictable; she never knew what he was going to do next. She wasn't a teenager any more. She thought it would be nice to settle down. But Steve refused to even talk about marriage. Oh, well, she'd gotten him to move in with her, at least. That had to mean something.
She'd just have to play it by ear and bide her time. And keep giving him pussy whenever he wanted it. He'd come around one of these days; she just knew it.
She turned from the window to study his profile as he drove down the freeway toward Clayburn Court House. He bandied the spirited link car expertly, the same way he handled women. She liked the way his dark hair curled back off his broad forehead. It wasn't long, but it was nice and thick. His nose was a little too long, and marred by a bump in the middle where he'd broken it in a fight. Strangely enough, to Doris Steve's bumpy nose made him even more attractive. He had nice brown eyes and a strong, square chin. Doris guessed most women would rind him handsome, in a rugged sort of way.
Her eyes traveled downward, past his broad shoulder and brawny forearms, to his trim waist with no hint of a paunch, and on to best part of him she really liked best. Even though she knew his cock was soft now, it still made a good-sized mound in his jeans. Doris loved Steve's dick; it was so thick and hard she almost choked on it when she tried sucking him off. He filled her snatch better than anyone she'd ever fucked.
Doris kept daydreaming as the miles slipped by. She scarcely saw the rolling green countryside they were passing through. She was remembering some of the crazy times and places and ways they'd screwed. Like that night they'd done it in the bleachers at a football game, hiding themselves under a big, plaid stadium blanket. Or that day he'd fucked her while she was on the phone, talking to her mother, for chrissakes. He'd finger-fucked her and then eaten her pussy while she was trying to listen to her mother complaining about her assorted aches and pains. He'd made her come again and again, and her mother had kept asking her if there was something wrong, she sounded so funny.
It was six-thirty by the time Steve pulled off the freeway onto the exit marked "Clayburn Court House". It was hot for late June, and the sun was still bright in the sky. Steve looked around him as he cruised down the ramp, but all he saw was a herd of bored-looking cows placidly chewing on their dinner.
He turned right at the intersection, following an road that pointed the way toward town. He drove by a few scattered farmhouses that all looked kind of tired, like they needed a good coat of paint. Finally he found himself driving down a dusty main street lined with rows of clapboard houses, and the usual assortment of bars, greasy spoons and small mom-and-pop stores. He couldn't see any sign of the Clayburn Court Motel where they were supposed to stay. He looked over at Doris. She was leaning back against the headrest, her eyes closed, one hand curled in her crotch. She must have fallen asleep.
Steve spotted two teenage girls walking aimlessly down the street the way kids do when they don't have anyplace particular to go, but just want to walk around and see what's happening. They walked like they knew that all the guys had their eyes fastened on their long brown legs and twitching butts, and didn't mind a bit.
One was blonde, with twin pigtails jouncing over full round breasts with every step. Her delicious little ass was outlined in the tight denim shorts that were cut off just under her cheeks. Steve had stopped the car, and she must have felt his eyes on her, because she turned and whispered something to her companion, who looked quickly over her shoulder and giggled.
She had brown hair cut very short that fell around her pixie-like face in gentle waves. She was slimmer than the blonde, with a smaller, tighter ass, sleekly enclosed in white shorts. Her boobs weren't quite so big either, but Steve could see more of them because he was wearing a low-cut halter top that tied between her tits and seemed to push them up and out. The parts of her tits Steve could see were as tanned as her long legs. Steve found himself wondering whether she sunbathed in the nude.
He felt his dick starting to come to life again in his pants and reached down and surreptitiously shifted himself to the other side, where his zipper wouldn't dig into his growing hardness.
Steve rolled down the window and called out to the girls, who had stopped in front of a drugstore window right across the street. "Excuse me, Miss," he called, motioning the girls toward the car.
They giggled and looked at him with frank interest, but neither of them made a move to cross the street. As far as Steve could tell, Doris was still asleep. He opened the car door as quietly as he could and stepped out onto the street.
The girls seemed surprised to see him coming toward them; for a moment it looked as if they were going to walk away. But the dark-haired one whispered something to the blonde, who shook her head vigorously back and forth, and they stayed where they were.