The sun had set and the sky was a dark shade of purple. Off to the east, the sky crackled bright from a flash of lightning of an early evening thunderstorm as Jenni glided through the parking lot to her car.
Her desires took control of her reasoning once again. She peeled open the car door, flopped down, pushing back in the seat. In one continuous motion Jenni stripped off her shoes and shorts, popped the pills over her tongue to the back of the throat, took a couple of big swigs of beer, cranked the ignition and the stereo, pushed down on the window levers, lit the joint, and pulled the car out of the lot and headed south.
The parking lot was full of pickups and cars as she passed underneath the Schlitz sign. Steering in a wide right curve, Jenni parked as far behind the store as she could, ending up all the way around back hidden behind the dumpster.
Reclining her seat as far as it would go, she laid back enjoying her buzz.
She closed her mind around the singular idea of her desires and the overwhelming enjoyable sensation she got days before. She craved his touch, more than that, she craved the explosions that went off in her brain when he was deep inside.
She looked at the clock, it was just past nine-thirty. He’d arrive just after ten. Time to get ready.
Putting on lipstick. Fluffing her hair. Making sure she was perfect in her mind for him. She peeled off her panties, tossing them beside her shorts. Sitting up and unlatching her bra, pulling it up and over her left arm, and pulling it out from under her shirt on the right. It was then she caught sight of the tall thick guy, transfixed on her every move standing on the far side of the dumpster. His dark curly hair, chiseled body accentuated by a fitted pullover shirt and jeans. Flush, her head started to pound, his gaze had taken her by surprise. Leaning slowly back, keeping her eyes fixed on his every move, a sly smile welcomed him in.
He stood for a moment watching, then turned round, and disappeared. She felt awkward. She questioned if he’d seen her. Why did he leave? Her young soldier would be there soon enough, in the meantime, she could flirt. She plopped backward, pulling her feet up so she sat cross-legged, she lit the last of the joint, inhaling deeply, holding it in and slowly billowing it out. After the third hit, it was beginning to burn her fingers, one last huge draw, closing her eyes, slowly letting the last of it out. Opening her eyes slightly, she could just make out the dark shape standing just outside her open window. Turning her head, peering up, thinking for a second it was her soldier, but instead realizing it was the Adonis.
He stood beside the open car window looking down at her for some time before she opened her eyes, noticing him. He couldn’t see her smile, instead, he watched as her right hand moved to her crotch, and her left hiked the shirt up to grasp a breast. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the window frame, inching closer. He pushed his right hand out. Jenni blocked his hand, raising her left leg, plopping her foot on the window frame beside his elbow.
“Nice,” he said.
“You like?” Jenni replied.
“Very much,” he said with a sly grin.
He draped his thick hand around her ankle sliding it up to her toes and back down over her foot.
“You a dancer?” He asked.
“Yeah,” she said her eyes now locked on his. “How’d you guess that?”
“Your legs.”
“What about my legs?”
“Toned. Nobody but a dancer got legs like yours.”
“So you say
“You waitin on someone?” he asked. “I saw you drive in and park back here and was wondering why other than you were hiding back here to meet somebody. Now that I see you, I know why.”
“Yeah,” she reiterated. “I’m waiting,” her face and eyes afire.
All he could do was to smile back at her. He knew she was something special. The type you don’t meet but once in a lifetime. He wondered how old she was. She looked young, but her mannerisms added years.
“My name is Daryl,” he said removing his hand from her ankle and moving it towards her in a welcoming gesture.
“Jenni,” she replied gently grasping his top two fingers.
“Nice to meet you, Jenni. So, this guy you’re supposed to meet, he is coming for sure? Because if he isn’t, you can come party with us,” he said, jerking his head in the direction of the front of the store.
“He’s coming,” she said.
“My bad luck then,” he replied.
Their eyes mirroring their mouths with broad smiles.
“Maybe some other time?”
“Maybe,” she said fidgeting.
“I’ll take that maybe, but, I tell you what, I’ll come by next week about this time, if you’re here, we’ll party, just you and me, if not, I know it wasn’t meant to be. What do you say to that?”
Jenni sat silently looking up at him, her smile widening.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” he said. “You thirsty?”
He pulled a small clear pint bottle from his hear pocket, twisting off the cap and pushed it to her.
Raising the bottle to her mouth, the smell hit here before the taste did. Gin. She took a small swig to get reacquainted with it, then pushed it back up for a large mouthful.
Pulling his hand back, Daryl cupped underneath her knee moving it up over her calf, before sliding it back up and around her ankle. She flexed, tightening every muscle of her leg, extending it out and pointing her toes. He slid his hand up cupping her toes, back down around her ankle, across the top of her calf and slowly down over her knee to her thigh.
“Nice, nice, very nice,” he kept repeating.
Jenni remembered the Percodans. The first two had done their part, two more wouldn’t do any worse. Rolling over, digging in her shorts, she pulled three out. Popping them over her tongue, she pushed the bottle back to her lips, sucking it in. She watched as he slowly began rubbing her thigh back and forth, on top, and then around to the bottom, inching his hand lower.
“What was that?” Daryl asked.
“Candy,” she slyly replied.
Pushing her pelvis down, she spread her right leg out, extending it as wide as she could, pushing her hips forward and exposing her passion to him. Their eyes locked on each other’s he pushed onward, and with two thick fingers he peeled back the outer petals of her ruby red rose. She gasped, then bit hard on her lower lip.
“Damn!” he blurted.
Primed, Jenni lacked the will to resist. With the flick of his thick finger, he plucked the tip of her bud. She blew. She gasped for air. She tried to squirm, but before she could react, he pushed one finger up inside and with two others pinched hard on her thickening bud. Her eyes rolled back. Her brain exploded. He’d found the way to all her desires.
She caught her breath. Biting her lip again. She smiled up at him. His thick finger pushing deeper inside.
“You like that, don’t you?” Daryl said.
Jenni couldn’t talk. He pulled out, raising his finger to her mouth, rubbing it over her lips and tongue. She closed her lips and sucked keeping her eyes locked on his.
“Daryl. Come on. It’s time to get to work,” a voice called out from behind him.
He turned to glance over his shoulder, then back at her.
“Well,” he said, pushing his hand out once again to shake hers, “it was nice meeting you Jenni.”
She pressed the bottle to his open hand, then pulling it to her mouth, deliberately biting down hard on his top knuckle.
He jerked, spilling gin onto her belly and silken triangle.
She giggled, then sucked in air as the gin flowed down across her enflamed petals causing a teasing burn. He pulled away, she lurched forward grabbing him by the elbow.
“Wait,” she said.
He stopped, turned to look back at her knowing in the back of his mind she was trouble but fascinated by her wickedness and unwilling to let her go. With one quick motion, she peeled off her shirt, letting it drop from her outstretched arm atop the rest of her clothes.
“Nice,” he said. “Really fucking nice.”
He pushed his whole torso through the open window. The thick fingers of his right hand gripping her left nipple. His left hand dipping deep in her honey. His mouth attacking hers.
“Comm’n Daryl,” his friend called out to him again.
Jenni pulled his hand from her crotch to her mouth, sucking his fingers in hard and deep as she could before letting him pull away. She screeched and shook her head, tossing her golden locks about. He’d woken something deep and ethereal in her she couldn’t begin to understand. By the time he got to the back corner of the store she had the car door open. He grabbed his friend by the elbow, pulling him towards his car as her left foot hit the shells. He could see her, illuminated by the head lights, her blond hair flowing off her shoulders, standing there naked, at the corner of the store as his lime green Beetle backed away from the store. She stood there in a frenzy watching as his car flew beneath the Schlitz sign headed south. She was too high to care. She wanted him. Her body ached. She could feel the tension rising in the pit of her gut. Where was her soldier? It was way past ten.
Leaning, her back to the dumpster, her brain on fire, she couldn’t think of what to do. She needed to pee. All the excitement and booze caused her to forget natures calling. Jenni went around behind the dumpster before squatting. The light of his headlights marked his arrival. She hadn’t finished when she heard his car door close. Seeing she wasn’t sitting in her car got him tense. The keys to the car were still in the ignition, all her clothes sat on the seat, and her cigarettes were visible as well. He stood looking around. A dozen crazy thoughts raced through his brain. Had she left with someone else, or was she taken by someone?
“Hey there you are,” Jenni said, startling him to attention.
His head jerking around.
“I had to take a pee,” she said.
He stood, his mouth open, his gaze tense, feeling betrayed and at the same time wanting to dominate her every will. He marched to the front of the car coming close striking her. She saw the rage in his eyes and recoiled back, stepping back between the dumpster and the store. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her to his car, jerked open the door, forcing her in. Leaning into her car, the soldier gathered her clothes, shoes, keys, and cigarettes up in his arms before slamming the door shut. Tossing everything through the open window it exploded across her arms she brought up to protect her face.
“What were you doing?” He barked. “Why were you down behind the dumpster? What were you thinking? Anybody could’ve seen you.”
“I was waiting for you,” she said.
“Waiting for me,” he continued. “Naked, behind the store, behind a dumpster?”
“I had to piss,” she replied angrily. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago and I couldn’t wait.”
He glared at her. He shook his head, turned and stormed off around the corner of the store, leaving her numb, scared, and next to tears.
He jerked the car in reverse, aspirating shells, before flying out of the lot and up onto the asphalt. She was shocked and frightened of his attitude towards her. He glared at her, then back at the road. She sat stunned, still in shock from his actions. Nervously fumbling through her clothes she found her cigarettes, her hands shaking she pulled one from the pack, searching for a light, then realizing she had none. Noticing his lighter sitting on the console she didn’t know whether to reach for it, fearing his reaction, or wait.
His head was all a rage. Why did he care anyway? She’s a whore. He thought she was special, but she wasn’t. His father’s words echoed through his. She was just like his mother, just another whore.
She could see the tension in his face and arms. Five miles up the highway he pulled in the parking lot of a motel. He drove around to the back and parked. He turned to look at her. He could see the frightened rabbit expression on her face. He reached out as she recoiled. He stopped. He reached down for the lighter, lighting it, moved it forward to her. She nervously bent forward, her hands shaking, trying to inhale without exploding in tears. He had to smile. She smiled back, a slight whisper of a smile through the billowing smoke.
Slowly reaching behind the seat he pulled out the bottle of Jack. Twisting off the cap he pushed it toward her. At first, she wasn’t sure how to react, but after he motioned to her again she reached for the bottle. Putting it to her lips, she took in a large mouthful and passed it back to him. It swallowed hard, but she got it down. Her eyes watered. He pulled the bottle up taking a gulp and passing it back to her. The first one hadn’t worked, pulling the bottle up, she let it roll. She belched. He laughed. She stretched the bottle out to him. He looked at her, beginning to relax and smile. She cocked her head and the bottle, then pulled it back to her mouth letting it flow. He pulled it away from her mouth, spilling some down her chin and over her chest.
“Save some for me,” he whined.
She kept her hand round the neck as he pulled it to his mouth. She let him gulp plenty in before pulling it away. Shoving her clothes off her legs, she pushed across the seat towards him. Moving her face as close as she could to his, she stared him hard in the eyes and pressed her mouth to his. Climbing over, straddling him, she locked her arm around his neck clutching him tighter. She could feel his excitement growing beneath her. She pushed the bottle to her mouth guzzling down more. Without realizing they’d drunk about half the bottle. It hit her hard and fast, but she was on fire. She wanted him. Shoving her hand to his crotch she fumbled with his belt.
“Wait,” he said. “I got us a room.”
She drunkenly glared at him.
“It’s on the second floor here in the back. You need to dress.”
“Bullshit,” she slurred, fumbling to get out the car, one hand firmly clutching the bottle and the other latched on his wrist. “Lead the way. And don’t forget my cigarettes.”
He cupped her around the waist.
“Lean here against the car while I lock up,” he said pushing her against the back door.
She stood, legs apart, one arm stretched out across the top of the car and the other still clutching the bottle. He reached in for her cigarettes as she fell sideways, her skin screeching as she slid. He grabbed her bottle arm just before she tumbled to the ground. Sliding her cigarettes in his pocket, he hoisted her ass high over his shoulder like a sack. Shoving the door closed with his foot, he pushed forward across the parking lot to the stairs.
“Don’t you dare drop that bottle,” he ordered as he mounted the first stair.
“Yes sir,” she quipped, giggling and flopping as he pushed up around the first landing and on up to the top.
A hard whack with his left hand jerked her head up.
“Again please,” Jenni asked.
He came down with a second, this time harder. It stung but felt great.
At the door he dropped her feet first, pushing her back against the wall. Pulling the key from his back pocket he unlocked the door, pushed it open, spun her round, pushing her in. She stumbled forward about to fall before he caught her. Taking the bottle from her hand he pulled it to his mouth. With a slight push, she fell backward to the bed. Pushing the door closed, he walked over beside her, set the bottle down on the nightstand before peeling off his clothes.
“You ready?” He asked. “You ready to get fucked aren’t you?”
She applauded in glee. He climbed across her chest, both knees in her arm pits, pressing his stiffened self towards her mouth.
“Suck it,” he ordered.
She opened her mouth to speak as he pushed it in. It slid over her tongue to the back of her throat, and without resistance, it went all the way in. She didn’t have time to react. He fell forward on his outstretched arms driving it all the way down before she was even aware. She didn’t gag. She was surprised she was enjoying it. It tickled. He pulled out, and back in. It thickened as he pulled it out and pushed back it in, his testicles slapping against her chin.
As he pulled out, she grabbed round his waist pulling him back in. He was too excited, he almost blew before he even got started. He forcefully pulled away and rolled onto his back. She crawled up the bed like a cat ready to pounce. Rolling over, he frantically searched the floor for his pants and a cigarette. Leaning back against the headboard he inhaled hard as she snaked her way to his groin, her tongue licking round the base. He pushed her head away. She slinked back. He pushed the cigarette to her, knowing it would perhaps change her attention. She grasped it out of his hand, rolling on her back, she sucked in, crawling backward she pulled her head alongside his. Handing the cigarette back to him, she rolled over, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder. With her left hand, she gripped his erection.
“This is really nice,” she said, jerking it around.
He blew out a cloud, turned, pressing the cigarette hard against the ashtray, and forcibly rolled over on top.
“Thank you,” he replied. “And right now it’s going to fuck the shit out of you.”
With one jolting move, he shoved it up inside of her. The pain only lasted a second before the lightning crackled across her skull as he slammed up in as hard as he possibly could. The convulsions happened simultaneously, one after the other. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was nearly blacking out as he kept pounding her. Sweat flowed from every pore. She was transfixed. Jenni arched up off the surface of the bed. He pounded away harder as she jerked out of control beneath him. She was somewhere else. Ecstasy took control of her. She couldn’t control her convulsions. Like an epileptic, she jerked completely out of control. Her excitement fanned his. Before he wanted he exploded. Her spasms didn’t cease. He pulled out, cascading his juices over her belly. Falling to his back he closed his eyes and his mind. She deserved it, he kept telling himself. She remained quivering as he passed out of consciousness and into slumber. It took some time before she passed out too.
Jenni jolted up away from the bed with a start. Not sure whether it was a dream, or just not sure what it was, she sat up looking round the room. She couldn’t remember where she was or how she got there. She looked over at the body beside her, then it began to come back. She must’ve blacked out. She could only remember bits and pieces. She looked round searching for a cigarette. Finding her pack on the floor, she pulled one out, sticking it between her lips. His lighter lay on the nightstand beside the ashtray. Inhaling deep, the cigarette brought her back somewhat. She turned, dropping her leaden feet to the floor. She was still blasted from the booze and pills. She pushed up off the bed only to fall back. He rolled over away from her pushing out snores. She pushed away from the bed to the window, pulling the curtain aside, she glared out at the night. Not sure of the time, it must be late, the entire motel was black.
Without thinking her hand turned the knob on the door. The heat slammed her full frontal. She recoiled before stumbling forward to the rail. Two doors away the tall lean young colored man watched as she stumbled forward to clasped the rail, her clean white curves and flowing blond hair were radiated by the glow of the cigarette. He watched as she peered off at the sky then back down towards the darkened pool. The pool looked inviting she thought. She turned away from him blowing out a cloud, then lowering her head she looked back through the open door to the bed beyond. He was a goner. She stumbled forward, tripping around the end of the bed to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, draping it over her shoulder she headed for the door. She stopped as she stepped outside, just as she was about to close it, Jenni remembered the key. She grabbed it off the nightstand, turned and retreated back outside closing the door behind her. He stepped back in his darkroom as she turned stumbling toward him. Her right hand on the rail, keys dangling in her left, and the towel draped down her side, she stumbled as she got to him. He reached out, she grabbed hold his hand, gestured to him without noticing, and kept moving forward.
He stepped forward, following close behind as she glided down the catwalk to the stairs. She stood looking down as he cupped her around her waist. Bleary-eyed, she looked up at him smiling. One step at a time he guided her down, making it all the way without a spill. He stood at the bottom of the stairs as she dropped the keys and the towel next to the pool. She plopped down, hanging her feet over the edge, pushed off, and slipped in. With one move she pushed away from the edge and sunk into the depths. He turned and climbed back up to his room, every couple of steps turning to look back to her.
She felt at home underneath the water. She knew her surroundings too well. The water brought her back. He heard her muffled screams as they escaped the depths. He sat watching for a moment before returning to his room for another drink. She floated skyward. She lay on top the water, eyes closed, dreaming she was adrift amongst the clouds.
—She stepped between them, reaching over to pull the closet door shut, then peeled her shirt up over her head letting it fall to the floor. She stood still as their hands began to move over her body. Her head tilted back, her eyes shut, as they caressed every inch of her naked skin. One behind and the other in front, she worked to relieve their expanding bulges, tugging at their pants. Jenni sank to her knees, gripping one in her left, the other with her right, she punched them one after the other down her throat in succession. The boys began to grit and moan. Jenni pushed away from the floor, bending while guiding one deep inside, and taking the other over her tongue and down her throat. At first, they began to pound her out of sequence, but were soon in rhythm, sandwiching her between them. The one in front held her by her shoulders, the one behind had her by the hips, their bodies slapping hard inwards. She couldn’t think, her mind was on fire, the convulsions caused her to jolt, one spasm after the other—
The convulsions brought her round. She was so hot she was sweating in the pool. He saw her jerk violently from his perch above. He jumped away from the rail but stopped as he saw her eyes open, looking upwards. Jenni made out the dark shape of a man peering over the rail at her. She wasn’t certain how to react, so laid still floating. Her eyes cleared, but she still couldn’t quite make out anything about him. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander. A fluttering feeling began in her loins as she considered him up there watching. Goosebumps covered her body. She could feel his eyes on her. She liked being watched.
He stood watching as Jenni folded herself in half, dipped back under. As her feet hit the bottom she pushed off like a torpedo to the opposite side. She came up turned away from him. Her gaze down, she sauntered around the pool, stooping over to grab the towel, all the while keeping her back to him. Never looking up, she headed for the stairs. She stopped as she got to the first landing, every nerve in body jumping. The motel was completely dark. She did her best to focus on each widow wondering just how many sets of eyes were on her. In her fantasy all of them were.
As Jenni got to the second floor she stopped, looking up through her bangs to make sure he was there. She slowly stepped towards him, her fingers gliding along the top of the rail. He stood, back to the rail, propping himself up on his elbows. She was still dripping wet as she stopped in front of him. She turned, tilting her head up, her eyes locked on his.
“Got anything to drink?” Jenni asked, staring at the glass in his right hand.
Without a word, he lifted the glass slightly. She stepped closer, took his hand in hers and pushed the glass to her mouth pouring it all in. He backed away from the rail, turned and stepped through the door. She followed, stopping in the doorway, tossing the towel to her side. He poured another glass full. He admired the way the light coming from outside accented her curves. He pushed out his hand offering her a second glass of Hennessy. She took it, putting it to her lips, taking a sip.
“This is nice,” she said. “What is it?”
He held up the bottle.
“Oh,” Jenni said, not able to see anything.
She looked around the darkened room, then back at him.
“Got a smoke?” She asked.
He turned his head from side to side. She turned to face him and pushed out the glass.
“I have some in my room.”
Standing in front of her door she remembered the key. Turning, peering at it over the rail, Jenni gazed up at him.
“I left the key beside the pool. Will you be a doll and go get it for me?”
He stood silent. She turned to look over the rail, and back at him. Jenni stepped in front of him, placing her hand on his chest.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, dropping her hand to his, before emptying the glass one more time.
He watched as she slowly began swaying her hips down the catwalk, dancing fingers along the top of the rail, as she spun curls in her hair with the other. He stood at the rail watching her bend, pick up the key, pivoting, and slowly coming back.
Jenni stepped around the door frame into the dark holding up the key in her hand. She barely saw him sitting in the dark. As she got closer she saw the glass. Dropping the key on the side table, she knelt before him, bending forward, taking his hand in hers, and putting his glass to her lips. She gazed down at his feet on each side of her hips, his muscular legs, all accentuated by his fine curly black hair. Pushing her hands up his legs letting her fingers play with the curls and skin. She pulled closer. Her hands found his groin and his erection. The tips of her fingers played with his pubic curls as her lips opened around its head. He was thicker than her soldier, but she was still able to get it over her tongue and passed the back of her throat.
She let loose a small giggle to break some of the tension.
He remained silent.
Holding the tip in her mouth, she pushed her open palms up across his taut stomach, raking fingers up and over his thick defined chest. Pulling back down, reaching out for the glass and another mouthful. She swallowed three times to get it all down, then, using the back of her hand, she wiped away any dribbles. She went back to work. Circling her tongue around the tip, then diving her head down pushing it in deeper. She liked the way his curls tickled the tip of her nose before she pulled back up. Carefully letting it slide in and out she let her tongue do some playful teasing around the head and back down. She loved the feel as the head tickled her throat. Pulling up, she stopped to take a drink from his glass of cognac before continuing.
He pulled her head up. She looked up at him. He guided her to up off her knees to stand before him. He handed her the glass, directing her to set it on the table. She pushed the last of it over her tongue before setting it down. He pulled her forward, placing her left hand, then her right around the back of his neck. With both arms, he reached between her legs causing them to spread wide over the arms of the chair. She helped to guide her way in. A hand under each of her knees he pulled her in. He held her spread wide while she helped make sure he went in right. Relaxing her hips she dropped all the way down.
It was her turn to take control. Pushing her mouth to his she slowly started pushing herself up and down, out and in and out again. Not ready to finish anytime soon, she took her time making sure to relax and take her time. Eyes closed, she let her thoughts wander out the open door to the pool below, and the excitement she got from him watching her floating. Now she was with him, not only with him, but he was inside her. Her fantasy had come to life. Her thoughts enflamed her body, causing her to tingle. Her goosebumps returned. Small explosions began to rumble across her brain. She laid her head on his shoulder as she began to lightly kiss his neck.
His hands moved from below her knees, around her back, down to her ass. Lifting her up and pushing her down. Plunging her deeper onto him. Her tingling became convulsions, light at first, stronger the harder he forced her down.Their sweat began to flow. A bolt crackled across her brain. Her back arched. She convulsed and jerked as her insides felt as if they were about to explode. He gripped each cheek, muscling her up and down on his spike, fast and hard. She let him take over. He pushed her up and jerking her back down. Faster, and harder. Her legs began to quiver and slide back and forth on the sweat-drenched arms of the Naugahyde chair.
Jenni felt him begin to twitch inside, he was about ready to explode. He jerked her up so incredibly hard that she flew backward off the chair, landing on her butt as his feet as he exploded.
She burst forth with an exuberance of sexual laughter.
His first shot hit her across her open mouth, neck, and breasts. She went silent. The second caught her again across her mouth, right eye, and got tangled in her hair. She pushed up on her knees, giggling, as his third shot went right where she wanted it, over her tongue to the back of her throat. With her hand she wiped her face, pushing it over her tongue before swallowing. She pushed what had hit her chest across her breasts and spreading it over her belly. She smeared the rest from her face, pushing it back in her hair. Diving her mouth down, she caught the last of it oozing down his shaft. Pushing the throbbing head up over her tongue she got him to slide all the way down. She could still feel his twitches spilling the last of his juices down her throat.
Her body still rippled as one hand then another reached between her legs spreading her luscious juicy lips. Fingers inserted and massaged. Startled, she began to pull her head up, only to have a hand gently push it back down. She closed her eyes and her mind to any frightened thoughts as the thick member pushed itself deep inside. It was bigger, much bigger. It filled her completely. Stretching her wide. Large thick-fingered hands moved over her back, massaging, gripping her shoulder muscles hard, then painfully back down and back up again. Hands kneaded down around one thigh and up hard around the other, before griping hard one cheek, pushing it out flat, and repeating it with her other. A thick thumb rubbed hard over her perineum and around her anus. Warm spittle hit its mark right in the middle. The thumb pushed hard around her anal cavity before pushing itself in slightly, out and back in again deeper. This time the thumb went all the way in.
She screeched.
The thumb rubbed her inside, tickling her prostate, before pulling out.
Jenni was melting.
The hands moved up and over her hips to her belly, pushing thick fingers back down between her her legs, first finding, rubbing and pinching hard on her engorged rosebud. Lifting her head, placing a hand on his, she sucked in hard, lightning crackling across her skull. His thick right hand grabbed her wrist, forcefully pushing her hand back to the chair. She moaned a deep guttural moan as his left hand pinched hard and pulled her thickened rosebud out. Pulling her hair off her neck, he slid his hand round under her chin, pushing his thumb deep in her gaping mouth. He pushed her mouth back towards his partner’s erection. She slid it in over her tongue, but not before letting a whimper escape as he gripped hard and twisted her delicate bud.
Her cheeks flush, her head burned. Sweat began to flow out of her. He pulled out and slammed hard back in. She whimpered again. With both hands he began to massage her belly, up to her breasts, squeezing them hard, and pushing out her nipples. She jerked, causing her head to drop, driving his erection further down her throat. His partner slammed her hard again from behind. He had a nipple in each hand pinching them hard and pulling them out as he began to pound her.
Her head went berserk with a thousand thoughts. This was real. Not a fantasy. Who was he? Where did he come from? Was he sitting, watching the whole time, or did he just get there? Was he watching her from somewhere else in the motel as she cavorted around naked? Her fantasies caused her excitement to eclipse anything she had felt before. She couldn’t stop it. Her body jerked and convulsed the harder he pounded. She had one guy in her from behind and another in her from the front. She wished they’d both explode in her at the same time. She was in a fit of hysterics. Laughing, moaning, and whimpering at random. She couldn’t stop exploding. She had reached her bliss and she knew it.
It took time, but the guy slamming her from behind finally began to twitch before he was about to explode. With one motion he jerked out, falling back, grabbing her hips, causing her to spin round and land face first on top on his fountain of juices. Her body tingled across every nerve ending. She couldn’t stop laughing and screeching in all the excitement. He grabbed a wad of her hair and pushed her face down. She caught a spray in her mouth as he pushed her down over his throbbing erection. The room went silent except for her letting out a random chuckle, then a moan as the guy in the chair crawled up behind and rammed himself deep inside.
Jenni was satiated from the sex, and was so high she never wanted to come down. How could anything get better than this? She had these two guys doing everything she wanted them to do to her. They probably felt they were in control. That wasn’t how she felt. All she ever wanted was to keep this incredible high she was feeling to continue for as long as she possibly could.
Jenni sat upright, her eyes closed, facing his feet. She sat straddling his waist, her hands against his chest guiding her pelvis up and down pushing his thickness in as deep as it could go. His thick hands holding her around the waist, then pushing up to her breasts, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples and moving back down. The other guy was standing beside the bed watching, stroking himself and drinking. Jenni wanted a drink too but didn’t want to stop. It was all too much of a joy for her. Being with two guys and them doing what they wanted. Her entire body wouldn’t stop tingling.
At some point, they stopped. He pushed her up off and tossed her back on the bed. He sat up, turning, sitting on the edge of the bed and lighting a cigarette.
“Anything left in that bottle,” he asked.
“Some,” the other guy said, shaking it. “I got another one right over there.”
“Gimme that, and open that other one.”
The one watching handed the nearly empty bottle over and grabbed the full one off the chest of drawers. Jenni sat up on her elbows and pushed herself to his side. She pulled his hand that held the cigarette to her mouth sucking it in. He pushed the bottle to her.
“Here, you finish it off so he can open that other one.”
Jenni pulled the Hennesy bottle to her lips letting the last of it flow down her throat.
“You one fine little girl,” he said pushing his left hand over her belly and down between her legs. “You like playin with us big boys, don’t ya,” he said as his fingers pinched hard on her enflamed bud.
Jenni couldn’t speak. Her eyes closed, she dropped the empty bottle to her leg, leaning sideways, her head fell against his shoulder.
“Here, gimme that,” he said, the cigarette dangling from his mouth, his right hand overlapping hers as he took hold of the bottle.
He set the empty on the nightstand, bringing the full one back to Jenni’s mouth.
“Here, drink some more,” he said, pouring the cognac down her throat.
She got quite a bit of it down before belching it over her chest. With a firm grip on her bud, he pushed her head down.
“You like that big ol’ thang,” he said. “Come on now, give it some lovin and it’ll give you some too.”
Her hands holding the base, her mouth went over the head, licking and sucking as much of it as she could.
“You good baby, you so good. You so good you deserve a present. You want a present baby girl?” He asked. “My man here gonna give you a present. You ready for him to give it to you.”
Jenni grunted an approval. Come up here, he said pulling her up, pushing the bottle back to her mouth. Drink up, you need to get good and relaxed for your present.
Jenni didn’t know what he meant, nor did she care. He took the bottle and placed it next to the empty. He stood, grabbed her hands and walked around the end of the bed, turning her round as he walked. He turned and sat down and laid back.
“Come here now, and get back on top like you were before,” he directed.
Jenni straddled his waist and he helped to guide himself back in.
“Come here, rest yo’ head here,” he said pulling her down to his chest.
She lay there, eyes closed, feeling his curls against her face as the spittle landed between her cheeks. Fingers rubbed the spittle around, massaging the exterior of her anal cavity. A finger went in and more spittle.
Jenni moaned.
“Now you just relax, this only gonna take a second.”
Gritting her teeth, her brain burning, she arched up away from his chest as the other guy pushed himself deep inside. She collapsed down, gripping the sheets, slobbering, tears rolling out her eyes, her sweat coursing from every pore, as they slowly, rhythmically pushed themselves in and out. He wrapped his arms around her holding her tight as they picked up their pace. Jenni dug her fingers into his chest.
“Ouch! This tiger got claws,” he cried, his hand coming down hard on her butt.
She let go, hands clinched hard, grinding her teeth as they pounded harder. It took little time before her whole lower abdomen was one big bowl of jello. They pushed themselves faster and harder until they both blasted everything they had up in her. She squealed as they did.
Jenni landing on the bed jerked the soldier from his slumber. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes trying to figure out how long he’d been out. Pulling up from the bed, he peeled back the curtains peering out at the black sky.
“Gotta get back to the base,” he murmured. “What to do with the girl?”
He had to figure out how to get her from the room to his car. She was in the strangest way since he’d woken. Her silliness of the morning carried over to the day. She refused to get dressed, and all she wanted was for him to fuck her. He got her to take a shower, but after she got out, she didn’t dry or get dressed. He had to pull her shirt over her head and push her arms through the sleeves, clinging to her body like she had nothing on.
Fuck the clothes, he had to get rid of her any way he could. He had her moving in the right direction, out the door, and down the walkway. He grabbed the half-empty bottle of jack off the nightstand, her shorts and shoes from off the bed, but missing her cotton panties that fell in a ball on the floor. Great, he thought to himself, she’s moving in the right direction.
Head hung forward, hair draped over her face, hand sliding over the top of the rail, she strolled along, only to stop as she approached the open door. The room was empty except for the old black cleaning lady mopping the floor in the bathroom. He grabbed her elbow cussing. She jerked her arm away from his grasp cussing back.
When the soldier dropped Jenni off at her car, he’d explained to her his position. He cared for her, they had really great sex, but she wasn’t the girl for him. Besides, he told her, he was shipping out. She’d thought something was up and felt relieved when he broke off their sexcapades.
He wasn’t the guy for her, she never considered he was in the first place. Jenni was with him for the sex, and nothing more, and it was a disappointment to her. She had already found new players who would take her to new places. She just had to figure out how to work all out.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/70ej4l/story_of_j_chapter_4