Steve treated Doris to breakfast in the little restaurant attached to the motel. The coffee was hot and strong, just the way he liked it, and his sausages and eggs were a lot better than he'd expected. Doris chattered away about what a good time she was having, whispering to him that he fucked even better on vacation than he did at home. He grinned. Yes sir, the broad was okay when she wasn't bitching about something.
"Listen, baby, since we're both having such a good time, what do you say we stay on here a couple more days. I'm not crazy about hitting the road again, and they got a nice pool here, color T.V. in our room, couple of nice places to eat in town. Be nice just to relax for a while."
Steve held his breath, hoping he hadn't overdone it. If Doris suspected the real reason he wanted to hang around Clayburn she'd be mad enough to bite off his balls.
"If you really want to, it's all right by me, Steve. It does get kind of cramped, riding around in that little Mustang of yours all day long. Wouldn't be a bad idea to take it easy for a couple of days, I suppose." Doris busied herself cutting her pancakes and forking them into her mouth. She was afraid if she looked at Steve, he'd guess she had reasons of her own that were far from relaxing for wanting to stay in Clayburn. What luck! She couldn't believe it.
Steve signaled the waitress for another cup of coffee as he tried to keep from grinning with delight. Couldn't be going smoother if I'd written the script, he thought to himself. Of course he'd still have to figure out a way to slip off after lunch to meet the girls. But he wasn't worried any more. Luck was on his side; he'd think of something.
They spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon swimming and laying around the pool. Steve kept half an eye peeled for his early morning playmate, but the red-headed Venus with the big green eyes and bigger white tits didn't appear.
Maybella and Mary Anne came by lugging an assortment of mops, pails and brooms, apparently on their way to make up the rooms. They walked by Steve just as cool as cucumbers, barely giving him a glance, but Maybella wiggled her rump provocatively and Mary Anne tripped a few feet in front of him, scattering cleaning supplies every which way. Steve helped her pick them up, trying not to seem too obviously interested in the tits that were straining against the thin white fabric of her maid's uniform.
She slipped him the key to number eighteen while he was handing her back a big box of soap powder. He looked over to see if Doris was paying any attention, but she was stretched flat out on her stomach in the sun, her head turned in the opposite direction. Steve dropped the key into the pocket of his trunks and managed to tweak one of Mary Anne's tits while no one was looking.
"Later baby," he whispered, winking at her. "Keep it warm."
"Keep it hard," she whispered back, returning his wink. Then she said in a louder voice, "Thanks, Mister, for helping me. I musta' tripped on something."
Steve allowed himself the luxury of watching her wiggle away. She was sure a sweet piece. And that Maybella wasn't bad, either. These young cunts were real foolers. All cotton-candy sweetness on the outside, red-hot women on the inside. He adjusted his balls in his trunks and smiled, thinking about the afternoon to come. And come and come and come and came.
Right after lunch Doris announced she was going for a walk, which saved Steve the trouble of thinking up some excuse to slip away to number eighteen and the two budding young pussies just waiting for his cock. But Doris walked off in that direction too, and he decided to give her a few minutes to get out of the way. No sense in taking any unnecessary chances. Not if you wanted to have your pussy and eat it too.
Steve sauntered up to the office, apparently to buy an afternoon paper, but what he really wanted was to make sure the girls' old man was at the desk where he belonged. He was sitting there big as life, chewing on a cigar and reading some girlie magazine. Steve paid for the paper, smiled, and walked out whistling. He fingered the key in the pocket of his jeans as he started casually strolling in the direction of number eighteen.
CHAPTER NINE
"Thank God he didn't want to come for a walk with me. I don't know how I'd have gotten rid of him then," said Doris as she unbuckled the leather tooled belt threaded through Hank's Levi's. She could feel the end of his cock under her hand as she worked. God, it reached all the way up to his belt buckle, and it wasn't even hard yet. Her fingers shook ever so slightly as she fumbled with his fly.
"You'd have thought of something," replied Hank, enjoying the sensation of her slim fingers tugging at his zipper. He could feel his pecker swelling up. It felt cramped in his pants. Suddenly, he wanted Doris to hurry and set his cock free. He took her hand and helped her tug down his zipper. Even with just the beginning of a hard-on his prick was enormous. Doris almost creamed in her pants just thinking about it.
"You big horse," Doris panted, gasping his pecker in both hands. "I want you to bury that big beautiful tool in my cunny, but first I want to eat it up for a while. You've got a cock a girl can really make a meal out of, Hank."
Doris sank to her knees on the floor in front of Hank, feeling like a pilgrim bowing down to Mecca. She started sucking on the tip of his prick, massaging it with her lips and running her tongue around and around his rim. She laughed delightedly as his already huge rod grew even bigger under the expert attack of her lips and fingers. She loved the taste and feel of him – salty-sweet and silky-smooth with a pleasantly pungent aroma that reminded her of well-oiled leather mixed with a spicy aftershave.
She took his swollen cockhead in her mouth, drawing in her lips to make a soft sheath for his pulsing rod. She took as much cock into her mouth as she could manage without gagging, but there was still several inches of throbbing pecker exposed. She made up for it by running her hands over the rest of his cock, darting dawn every so often to tickle his big balls or run her fingers through the forest of soft curly hair that sprouted at the base of his imposing pecker.
Hank's eyes narrowed as Doris worked him over. His body jerked convulsively as she kept stimulating his sensitive cockhead. He twined his fingers through her short curly hair and pushed her head oven further down over his tool.
For a moment Doris thought she would choke, and then suddenly the muscles in her throat relaxed and she felt his dick sliding all the way in, right to his balls, just like in Deep Throat. He gasped at the pleasure of it; no broad had ever been able to take the whole thing in her mouth before.
"Oh, God, baby, you're unbelievable. You're the sweetest fuck I've ever had. Suck it right down to the base, baby. Aaaah, that's it, that's it. God, it feels so good," Hank exclaimed as Doris opened her mouth even further to accommodate first one hairy ball and then the other. Hank thought he would pass out from the pleasure of it all. He'd been licked and sucked plenty of time, but it sure wasn't the same as being deep-throated. The pressure of her soft lips against the base of his rod and the feel of her throat muscles against the pulsating shaft of his huge cock sent his blood pounding wildly through his veins. He felt like she was sucking his whole body into her mouth. All his feelings were centered in the gigantic prick Doris was eating up like it was a nine-course dinner.
"I'm gonna come if you don't stop," Hank warned Doris, trying to ease his cock out of her throat.
But she rammed it back and started sucking and licking even harder, her curly head bobbing frantically over his prick as she moved back and forth, up and down his enormous shaft. He could feel the pressure building and building, his cum rising inside him like an oncoming tidal wave till at last he could hold back no longer.
His cockhead erupted with a burst that sent spurt after spurt of thick hot cum shooting down Doris' throat, till Doris felt like she was drowning in it. The more she swallowed the more he let loose, and Doris loved every sticky drop of it. Nothing tasted quite as good as nice warm cum.