It was an easy flight to Denver. And during it, Maureen built up her resolve all over again to adhere to the agreement. The usual load of obnoxious salesmen, pinching and patting her ass at every opportunity, helped to make her resolve easier.
The whole crew left the airport together for the hotel, and Maureen checked in with her roomy for the night, Lila Dunbar. They ordered dinner from room service and chatted while they ate. As usual, the conversation was about men and sex. Several times, Maureen tried to change the subject, but it was useless. Lila was as zeroed in on getting laid that night as Maureen was adamant about staying celibate.
"But what do you know about this guy you're dating, Lila? Is there any future with him?"
"Future? There's a good dinner, a fantastic romp in the hay, and a kiss goodbye."
"But what do you know about him?"
"I know he's a good lover," the girl replied. "I fuck him every time I'm in Denver. Look, I've got to shower. He's picking me up in the lobby in half an hour."
She trotted from the room, leaving Maureen disconsolately lying on the bed. All the talk about cock and sex had turned her on. She needed moral support, so she reached for the phone and gave the hotel operator her home number.
"Joanie? Maureen."
"Hi, honey," Joanie's voice came back at her over the miles. "Guess who I found in your bed this morning?"
Oh, my God, Eddie must have gone back to sleep after I left, she thought. "Yeah, I sorb slipped last night. But I'm staying celibate this trip if it kills me! And it probably will. I'm horny as hell!"
"Well, if it's any consolation," Joanie laughed, "I fucked him, too, before I booted him out."
"Are you staying in tonight?"
"No," Joanie said. "I've got a date."
"No fair."
"It is fair, Maureen. He's an up-and-coming lawyer. Interested in marriage. And I'm not going to ball him."
"It's true… at least, not tonight. It's our first date."
"In the meantime, what do I do tonight? Play with myself?"
There was a moment's silence on the other end of the line, and then Joanie spoke again. "Who are the other girls in your crew?"
"Lila Dunbar."
"No good."
"Riva Morgan."
"That's good."
"What do you mean?" Maureen asked, knowing full well the meaning of her friend's words.
"I flew a few trips with Riva last year. She's great in bed with boys and girls."
"Joanie, dammit, I don't want a chick tonight, I want a cock! Besides, Riva's sick with a cold. She even took a single room."
"Well, something's better than nothing, honey," Joanie giggled. "And, remember, if you go out with a guy, he's gotta meet the standards, or no fooling around!"
The phone went dead in Maureen's ear as Lila walked into the room stark naked, drying her ample body with a towel.
Maureen writhed on the bed as she watched the girl dress and leave. The door was barely closed when the redhead opened her dressing gown and threw her arms and legs spread-eagled on the bed. The cool air rushed up the gaping channel of her cunt and added to her aroused state, caused by watching Lila's naked body.
"But I don't want a pussy tonight," she told herself aloud. "I want a cock, a long, stiff hunk of meat I can suck and fuck my brains out on!"
As she lay there, the beautiful redhead's thoughts started to stray. Suddenly she was on a sandy beach, her tits and her cunt being gently caressed by a warm sea breeze.
She was barely conscious of moving her hands slowly over her firmly rounded breasts. She cupped them loving the immediate sensation of her palms against the hardening pink nipples into erect little buds of desire. Her chest was rising and falling slowly. As the fondling of her tingling tits became more rapid, so did her breathing.
Leaving one hand on her breast, she moved the other slowly down across her smooth, flat belly. She wanted to feel her own body, and she began to explore every sensitive part of it with the tips of her fingers. She traced the indented outline of her navel with her fingertips, slowly making circles around and around it, until finally she pushed one finger into the slight impression. After exploring there for a moment, she again moved her hand, downward, toward the curls of her pubic hair.
She drew in a deep breath as her fingertips glided over the silky ends of the hair. Each hair seemed to act like a light electric spark of desire from the contact. She felt mesmerized, like a sexual object to be caressed and played with as she ran her fingers down between her sleek thighs, drawing her long legs up and out as she reached without effort to her knees. Then, ever so slowly, she traced teasing lines down the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs with her nails, coming closer and closer to the wetly throbbing center of her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, yesss," Maureen hummed as her fingers reached the feverishly quivering lips of her pussy. She was ready. There was a hot moistness fucked inside the hair-lined crevice. She went slowly, parting her tingling furrow with the fingers of both hands, spreading the sensitive layers of hot flesh wide until she felt the cool air against the moistened opening to her aroused young cunt. She was in a dream-like state, but her objective was very clearly defined in her mind. She wanted to have a complete orgasm, one that would be fulfilling and total.
Using the middle finger of her right hand, she pointed it toward the throbbing bud of her clitoris. The delicate nerve-end seemed to grow to her pointing finger until there was contact. Maureen moaned again, feeling a running current of erotic sensation move up her spine to her brain. Each time she fucked her finger across her clit, the pleasure became greater, and she knew that soon she would want to have her finger fucking deep into her burning pussy.
Slowly, she began to grind her lush white buttocks in a rhythmic fuck motion. Her finger lustfully stroked, then lashed, across the nerve-filled bud until she could stand the sweet torment no longer. With one hand, she spread her cuntlips wide apart, and with the other, she tracked the valley of ragged pink flesh until she came to her throbbing opening.
She dipped two fingers together into her hungrily gaping cuntal mouth. The tight elastic opening parted, and the walls of her excited young pussy grasped at the ends of her fingers, pulling them inside. The slickened flesh closed tightly around them and she hung on pins and needles as the jolts of pleasure rippled through her squirming body. Her nerves were all electrically charged, each one needing to be touched and caressed, and the writhing girl groaned loudly as the length of her outstretched fingers finally reached their maximum depth up inside her wildly pulsating pussy.
"Ohhhhh, it's so beautiful, it's so good," she groaned. "But, damniit, it's not good enough!"
She tied her robe as she bolted feverishly from the bed.
"Look out, Riva Morgan," she gasped. "Something's better than nothing!"
Joanie had fully intended to tease Brad Duncan and then tell him that she wasn't the sort of girl who just jumped into bed with a guy the first night she met him.
That's what she intended.
But Brad was so handsome, so intelligent, and so charming that she was finding it very difficult. He had taken her to dinner in a delightful little Italian restaurant, and then up to his penthouse apartment to look out over the lights of the city and have a drink.
Joanie had barely sipped her drink when he took it from her hands and kissed her hungrily. His lips on hers, and his body pressed against hers, was electrifying. She somehow knew that he was the one she wanted over all the others.
And she was sure that he wanted her.
The next thing she knew, she was lying back on the wide sofa with his body partially covering hers. Her lips opened and he licked them greedily. She left them open, like ripe cherries to be fucked, and he explored them, went behind them to her teeth, speared into the delicious warmth of her mouth while her excited breath played over his cheek. His hand slipped inside her plunging neckline to her breast, massaging, stroking, his fingertips closing in on the hardening nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.
Joanie moaned quietly beneath his hands, her brain on fire with passion. Desire and his protective warmth made all her doubts fade into the background. She could feel her pussy pulsing and throbbing with a hungering warmth. She couldn't remember the last time she had wanted one man so much. Her body longed for him to bury his hard hot cock into the depths of her wetly throbbing cunt.
"Oh, God, I want you, Joanie. You just don't know how much I want you. I want to do everything for you, and to you."
"How bad do you want me?" Joanie panted. "And once you have me, will you ever want me again?"
"There's only one way to end that out for sure."
She felt his hand slide under the belt of her slacks. It trailed down over the flatness of her belly, down the curving muscles of her hip and thigh, then upward. It slipped under the yielding panties to caress the velvety smooth flesh of her inner thigh, making her gasp with the electric contrast. Under the nylon panties and through the feathery patch of blonde pussy hair to the very lips of her cunt, his fingers lightly teased the narrow, hair-lined slit, then slipped gently inside to find her swelling clit throbbing with passion. Her entire being seemed to revolve around that warmly embedded finger, and Joanie barely knew what was happening as a second finger joined the first and he started fucking her with them.
"We shouldn't," she gasped.
"Yes we should. I want you, and I want to show you how much."
"Ohhhhh, Brad," Joanie groaned as she pulled him tightly to her. She clamped her lips to his, and her wet tongue shot into his mouth with all the fire of a hot poker. Again and again she searched his mouth while he sucked at her tongue. His outstretched forefinger tauntingly circled her clit, finally sliding down through her moistened slit to ram back inside, burying itself in the warmly contracting depths of her excited pussy.
Brad knew that they would fuck that evening. His years of experience with women had given him the patience to let this beautiful and high-strung woman move into sex at her own pace. Now his perseverance was repaying him, bringing her to surrender of her own accord. He was, certain of that now and, as if she had read his mind, her hand suddenly moved down over his waist and stomach, her fingers tentatively wrapping around the throbbing stiffness of his cock through the fabric of his trousers. His throat constricted at the sudden contact.
"Christ!" he gasped, and pressed her voluptuous young body down into the sofa. He pressed one knee between her thighs as she struggled to keep her legs together.
"Oh, darling, wait… no… no… not now!" she pleaded, her fright suddenly returning to her. In that moment, she anxiously remembered other nights, other men, when she had believed herself loved, only to discover later that she had been used for a quick fuck.
Brad's hot breath fanned over the soft flesh of her heaving breasts, and she whimpered again, "Please, darling, we mustn't." She gazed hotly at the face that was kissing and nibbling at her tingling breasts as he pulled her blouse down over her shoulders.
But it was as if she had never spoken. His demanding hands continued to fondle her responding flesh. Brad was aware of nothing but the sexual need leaping like an electric current between their bodies as she gasped aloud to the endless probing of his middle finger deep up inside her hungry cunt, making her writhe feverishly beneath his hand.
"Please, Brad… oh, please! Wait, wait!" she begged, but then she suddenly heard the metallic sound of his zipper. A fraction of a second later, the heat of his hard, fleshy cock was pressing against her upper thigh.
His cock felt so good against her skin that she barely noticed that he had pulled her slacks from her legs. Overpowering waves of excitement surged through her as she lay beneath him without the will to protest any more. She was mesmerized by the physical sensations that were pounding through her aroused body and, when he took her hand and placed it on his pulsating cock, his own hand covering hers, she enclosed her fingers around it and squeezed, sighing in bliss.
She felt the fleshy rigidness gave slightly beneath the pressure of her fingers. His cock was huge. A thrill shivered through her. She had never imagined, never even dared to think that he would be so big, so long and thick that her fingers could barely encircle it. Suddenly she was stroking it wildly, massaging the thick layer of outer skin back and forth over the rock-hard staff of flesh to the same rhythm he was using with his finger deep inside her seething pussy.
There was no turning back now, no struggle left in her. Her whole being trembled with passionate hunger. She squirmed blissfully beneath his extended finger sinking ever deeper into her cunt. She could feel the wetness from her pussy lips moistening the crotch of her panties, even to the cleft between her hungrily rotating buttocks.
His long thick cock jerked in her hand at every stroke and, as he increased the tempo of his finger-fucking up into her tight little pussy, she quickened the movements of her slender fingers over his throbbingly erect shaft of flesh, feeling it swell and grow unbelievably harder.
She groaned in disappointment as his finger slipped from her steaming cuntal channel. Then she lay quietly on the sofa when she realized that Brad was trying to slip her panties off her hips, down her long, shapely legs.
But then, as he suddenly squirmed on top of her body, she stiffened and fought his desperate efforts to pry open her legs. Her thighs clamped together tightly, clasping his hot cock between them, while he struggled frantically above her to get the blood-filled tip of his prick into the quivering mouth of her pussy.
"Darling, wait! Oh God, Brad, stop!" she cried up at him, her teeth clenched angrily as she writhed and struggled with every ounce of resistance she could muster, holding his cock tightly between her fingers and clenched thighs as he strained to penetrate her.
Its smooth head splayed apart the soft wet lips of her pussy, inching forward from the power and weight of his lustful attempt to enter her. She squirmed furiously beneath him until she felt his prick begin a wild jerking within her clutching fingers, and heard his startled gasp of ecstasy.
He groaned huskily into her ear, and then she felt the thick hot stream of his sperm shoot from his lust-bloated cockhead to saturate her vaginal lips and surrounding pussy hair. Within seconds she was coated with the warm liquid spurting wetly down between her legs to moisten the sofa beneath her buttocks.
She lay perfectly still and held him tightly, feeling his body convulse on top of her while his cock pumped in her hand. Finally, he collapsed over her, his still jerking cock rapidly going limp in her hand.
It was then she sensed a feeling of having cheated herself. The pouting lips of her pussy, now drenched in Brad's cum, still throbbed hungrily and her breasts tingled in unfulfilled desire.
"I'm sorry, baby," Brad groaned. "Jesus, it was all so fast. I've never done that before, you just made me so damn hot, I guess."
My God, Joanie thought, HE was sorry! It was me who wouldn't let him in, and he's telling me he's sorry because he juiced all over my belly.
"It's all fight, darling," she purred. "That is, it's all right… if… if…"
"If what?" He looked down at her adoringly. "If you love me."
"I do. Oh God, Joanie, I do."
"Do you want me again?"
"Tomorrow, and every day from then on."
He kissed her and she mumbled something about him taking her home. Joanie knew that if she stayed in that apartment another hour she would fuck him for sure. And that would never do.
They dressed and he drove her back to her apartment house. After a torrid goodnight kiss, he returned to the car and Joanie watched his tail lights until they disappeared.
Then she trotted down the steps and turned up the street toward her favorite singles' bar.