Dark Desire 2 Ch. 01
It took a few days to cover the distance that separated them from the west coast, but it wasn't dull. Torrance wasn't in any rush; their frequent stops were indicative of the relaxed pace. But his money was running low. Normally he wouldn't have minded, but with a dame on his arm he had higher expectations of himself. He didn't want to see Nikki sleeping in the car again, even if it was with him.
"This is great!" Nikki excitedly cried out as they drove through the beautiful but harsh desert southwest. "I never thought I'd get out of that town. Thanks so much!"
Torrance smiled in her direction. When his eyes diverted to the closed glove box where he knew a pack of cigarettes resided, she curled up at his right side all loving-like.
"No, you have to be strong for me," she cooed, trying to instill a sense of determined purpose within him. "Please, for me?"
"Okay, sure," he finally responded despite the insistent nicotine pangs. Not that he was serious, but at least that would shut her trap for a while.
She was determined to help. "They say it's easier to quit if you replace it with something else."
Nikki's right hand reached across her body and was placed on his crotch. The fingers gently squeezed. His sleeping cock responded with a twinge.
When a truck-stop loomed in the distance Torrance pushed her arousing fingers away. He explained "I have to make a phone call. We can find ourselves a place to stop in another couple of hours, then I'll be all yours. Need anything?"
She wrinkled her nose precisely the way he loved to see it. "Something to eat... and something to read; you fall asleep way too early for me. Make it something romantic, which you are most decidedly not."
He exited the highway and parked at the far end of the lot behind an idling rig. He wasn't sure if the police were looking for him or not, but it was prudent to be cautious.
"Hand me the atlas, would you?"
She complied but eyed him suspiciously while handing it over. "You haven't changed your mind about L. A. already, have you?"
He placed his hand on top of her head and playfully mussed her silky blonde hair. "Relax and just let me handle things."
He found a payphone outside the diner not unlike his own, deposited a number of coins, and punched the memorized number of a lawyer in the town he'd recently fled.
"This is Torrance," he impatiently announced after listening to the mechanically spoken preamble delivered by a secretary.
After a brief delay the lawyer picked up. "Torrance, how are you?"
"Is the joint still standing?" he questioned, suspecting that Big Lou and his associates would have torched the truck-stop in retaliation.
A long silence followed. "You haven't heard?"
Torrance was confused. "Heard what?"
The lawyer cleared his throat. "Business couldn't be better! The younger girls are working at the new club and the older ones are back to waiting tables. It's a revival of sorts. The town is starting to make a bit of a comeback!"
Torrance rolled his eyes as he thought of the ancients taking over. But he figured it didn't much matter any more.
"That's great!" he feigned excitement as his voice lowered in desperation. "But I need some cash wired to me."
"Just give me an amount and a location."
The hair on the back of Torrance's neck suddenly bristled; he didn't trust the bastard. With his mind reeling, Torrance tried to think of an area he could make it to that day without divulging his present location. After a brief look at the atlas he gave the lawyer both the amount and the name of a small town; a small town where the presence of the law would be obvious.
He next poked his head inside of the truck-stop and located a revolving book rack. Torrance knew nothing of the romance genre, and kept spinning the display until he was drawn to a book cover showing a sexy-looking dame wearing a white dress cast against a dark, lightning-filled sky. It looked as good as any other so he picked it up.
When Torrance approached the counter he noticed the girl behind it. She had long brown hair, a pretty face, and a sleek body dressed in blue jeans and a skimpy yellow T-shirt. He guessed she was about twenty two years old. His cock stirred as he gazed at the firm, jiggling swells. The dame wasn't wearing a bra and he could see the teasing outline of her nipples.
Any other time he would've flirted and tried talking her into traveling with him; he'd met and bedded a few that way. But with Nikki sitting outside it wouldn't be prudent; he reluctantly curbed his desire.
"It looks romantic, don't you think?" he innocently asked as the transaction was made.
She looked up from the cash register and then down at the book cover. The dame confirmed "It's a pretty good one if you're into that stuff."
Torrance felt his face turning hot in embarrassment. He quickly countered "It's not for me, it's for a dame."
The dame leaned on the counter with her crossed arms resting on the glass. She smiled provocatively with her full cherry lips and alluring green eyes. He couldn't be sure if it was intentional or not, but her arms had shifted the breasts up. The swells strained against the yellow cotton; the impressive tips were even more obvious than before. His prick more than stirred, it began to stiffen. Her gaze slowly shifted down to the front of his pants. When his aroused condition was quite evident to her, she made a point of slowly running her tongue over those luscious lips.
"Are you sure?" she questioned temptingly. "I like hard guys with a soft side."
Torrance couldn't believe it. He'd gone to great effort to keep himself in check, and the dame ended up flirting with him instead. Wasn't that a kick in the pants; he couldn't take advantage of the unexpected opportunity. Or could he?
"What's your story?" he asked.
"It's short," she responded. "I'm a small-town girl with big city dreams, like so many others I see coming through here on their way to Hollywood and a shot at fame."
"Why haven't you taken yours?" he wondered aloud.
"I can't, not on my own," she readily admitted. "The world can be a scary place." Her shoulders sagged. "I don't know, maybe that's just an excuse. Maybe I don't want it bad enough. What about you?"
"I'm headed the same way," he revealed.
"Aren't you a little old for fame?"
Torrance chuckled. "Fame is the last thing I'm looking for. No, I'm just trying to stay out of trouble is all."
This dame was real easy on the eyes, and pleasant to talk to. Torrance wasn't in any rush and decided to hang around a little longer to see what happened. He was enjoying her flirtations and wanted to try out a few of his own.
"Maybe I could use another one of those," he mentioned while looking down at the romance novel. "How about helping me pick one out?"
Her smile widened. They both knew it was an excuse to get her out from behind the checkout counter. She straightened up and watched as he openly admired her shifting swells. Not only didn't she mind, the dame appeared to invite his visual attention.
"Okay," she consented. "I'm sure I can find you something you'll like."
He gazed at her shapely body as she walked toward the books. As she slowly spun them around Torrance commented "You really have a beautiful rack."
She blushed while softly laughing. It was apparent that she'd been caught off-guard by the clever and perfectly timed remark. It took her a moment to recover, but when she did, the flirtations continued.
"Do you think my rack's too small?"
"If you want my opinion, it's the perfect size," he replied in a complimentary tone. "Any larger and it would be more of a distraction. It would block the view of the charming clerk behind the counter."
She turned away from him and bent over. Torrance couldn't resist the chance to gaze at the beauty of her firm, rounded ass. When the dame straightened up she pretended to fall backwards into his waiting chest. He decided two could play that game; for his part he 'accidentally' placed his hands just under her breasts and caught her. He lightly caressed along the bottom curvature of the swells.
"Do you really think they're perfect?" she asked, suspecting he was just saying that to be nice.
"Why do you think I'm still here?"
She giggled. "Thanks for saying so."
He glanced down over her shoulder as his fingers gently rubbed on the perky mounds. The tips had grown in size and were straining against the shirt. Her body shuddered; that sweet voice softly moaned as he teased the erect nipple shafts. The dame reached her right hand back and pressed it against the front of his pants. She squeezed on the shaft of his hardening prick.
"We shouldn't be doing this," the dame admitted, but the tone of voice she used indicated she didn't want to stop. Her fingers continued rubbing on his bulge. "You're so big."
He nuzzled the base of her neck and kissed the sweet-smelling skin. Torrance moved a hand down over her smooth belly, then between her legs. They shifted apart willingly. He could feel the humid heat of her excited pussy as it emanated through the denim. They stood like that for several minutes, arousing one another with no way possible to take it any further.
When Torrance heard her sniffling he noticed a few tears rolling down her cheeks. He felt a twinge of sadness for the trapped dame. Her dreams were bigger than the small town that held her captive.
"Are you really going to Hollywood?" she asked.
"Yeah, I really am," he confirmed. "I wish I could take you with me, but it's not a good time to be around me."
She smiled through the tears and looked over her shoulder at him hopefully. "Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Yeah, I would. I got a soft side, right?"
"You've got a good heart. I sensed that the first moment I saw you. That's why I..." Her voice trailed off. She dabbed at the wetness around her eyes which now sparkled with happiness. "I couldn't go right now anyway, but it's nice to know that I had the chance to make my dream come true. I don't even know your name."
"Torrance."
"I'm Gail."
He knew the dame enjoyed being in his arms and feeling the hardness of his erect organ. The longer he caressed her through the cumbersome clothing, the hotter Gail got. Her body was writhing like a garden snake and rubbing against his front. Torrance figured it was the Hollywood thing; if the dame couldn't get there, she could at least get close to somebody that was. He didn't mind if that's what made her feel better.
She felt a tugging as he lowered the zipper of her jeans. When the button popped open the waistline relaxed. A hand reached down inside of her panties; the tip of a finger traced along the juicy, swollen lips as his palm pressed upon the furry love mound.
"You feel so good," Torrance whispered as he kissed a path from the base of her neck up to the lobe of an ear. He could smell her sweet scent. "This joint seems quiet right now. Is there any way we could be alone?"
He felt her body tense; nervous hesitation followed. Torrance figured he'd scared the dame off, but was wrong. The gears in her mind were reeling; she needed to be with a man so badly that it hurt. Gail moaned louder when the finger pushed between the folds and into the hot slit. The tingling heat that was sparked in her loins was wonderful.
"Frankie, watch the register," she called out while grinning from ear to ear. As she stroked his erection she added in explanation "There's something I need to get to out back."
When an unseen man shouted back "I got it!" her right hand grabbed his and hurriedly led him through a back door, across the width of a gravel lot, and into a storage shed the size of a double garage.
After stepping inside through an unlocked door Torrance found an organized collection of various sized boxes resting on multiple levels of steel shelves affixed to the walls. On the far side were landscaping tools and a riding mower, although he'd seen no signs of any efforts being made to spruce up the property. Directly opposite the entrance was a long work bench. Hand tools hung from a peg board above it. Either the shed had no lights or she chose not to use them, but there was enough sunshine leaking inside to dimly illuminate the area.
After they entered Gail closed and locked the door. She told him "We haven't got much time."
She peeled off her shirt, exposing the luscious, perky breasts he'd been admiring. The pink nipples were just as hard as he'd imagined. Her hands reached down to the waistline of her loosened jeans and began pushing them down.
When Gail noticed he was just standing there, watching, as her body was slowly revealed, she hurriedly prompted "Aren't you going to get undressed?"
When she was naked Gail leaned back against the edge of the work bench and hoisted herself up into a sitting position. She planted her feet on the edge of the bench with her legs pinned together. Her gaze was fixated on the large, fully erect cock that stood upright. Hair-covered balls hung just below the base of his beautiful shaft inside of their fleshy sacs.
When she focused her attention on the bulbous reddish-purple head, she could see a drop of milky cum seeping from the elongated slit. It was the most enticing sight she'd seen in months. Gail hadn't been with anyone sexually since her boyfriend left town the previous year to chase his dream. He made empty promises about returning for her but never did. The loneliness in Gail's life had made her desperate. When she first laid eyes on Torrance, Gail thought he was handsome in a rugged way, with kind eyes. The eyes spoke volumes about the heart of a person.
Her lips smiled invitingly as those thighs slowly shifted apart. Torrance gazed at the treasure nestled between those silky legs. Gail's bush was trimmed into a thin vertical rectangle of dark curls that flanked her juicy center. The swollen lips were partially open; they revealed an erotic hint of the wet heat waiting within.
He stepped up to her and rested the shaft of his prick on her lower belly. The accumulating drop of semen dripped onto the smooth skin of her flat stomach. The erection pulsated with every beat of his racing heart. Her eyes looked down in admiration; then looked up and met his. A questioning expression appeared on her face, as if wondering why he wasn't aligning his prick with her sex.
"Please, fuck me," she softly cried out in an urgent voice laced with frustrated desperation. "I need you."
Torrance leaned forward to kiss her. She tilted her head as her eyes closed. Their lips met; wet tongues passionately entwined. Gail groaned with relief as the manly attention she longed for had finally arrived in a most unlikely manner. Her hands reached for his organ, squeezing on the hard shaft while pressing her body against it.
Her lower back arched as his hands cupped the firm mounds. It felt so good to feel the palms and warm, calloused fingers exploring the soft swells. Gail surged with excitement; her body shuddered in delight as the tingling heat in her lower belly instantly surged. The nipples flared even larger as he rubbed and pinched on the diamond-hard peaks. Within seconds their kissing turned frantic; warm tongues parried and thrust as they enjoyed the hard, heated embrace.
She reluctantly ended the kissing despite her hunger for it. A sense of urgency screamed through her mind as it was painfully aware of how little time she could afford to be absent without arousing suspicion. Gail gently pushed him back and guided the tip of his member to her juice-slick lips. His hips rotated forward, pushing himself between the fragile petals. They both moaned as wetness coated his straining head.
Gail looked down, watching in anticipation. She'd never observed herself being impaled by a man's hard prick before, but this time she was desperate to enjoy every improbable moment of their union. The sight of it only added to her already intense excitement.
Torrance pressed against the small opening. Her gasps sounded as her cunt slowly widened. When the walls had stretched far enough, the tip of his cock penetrated a slight distance. After the head was inside, her muscle tightly encircled him. Gail moved her legs around his waist. The heels of her feet pressed against his ass cheeks. As the hips pushed forward she pulled his body toward her with the heels. Her efforts, in rhythm with his, quickly forced his prick much deeper.
"Oh yes, that feels grand!" Gail moaned in sheer delight as a third of his length disappeared inside of her. Tears of happiness formed in her green eyes and rolled down her flushed cheeks. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck my cunt harder!"
Her skin was turning damp; droplets of perspiration were surfacing on her forehead. She pulled as he pushed; after two hard strokes her pussy enveloped half his shaft. Gail began moving faster. Torrance followed her lead, keeping pace. Their bodies frantically slammed into one another; his entire cock then filled her juicy core.
"Uhnn! You're so big!" she cried out loud as her cunt, stretched to the limit, could barely contain the throbbing mass.
Sweat and tears rolled down her face beautifully shimmering face. Gail's chest rapidly rose and fell with each frantic gasp. Her flexed thigh muscles burned in protest as she focused all of her efforts on ramming into his prick with all the strength she possessed. Torrance was anxious to give her what she wanted; his cock reached deeply into her juicy center again and again. Flowing wetness collected on the work bench.
She felt the intensifying rush of tingling heat in her loins; orgasm was so close. Gail redoubled her already desperate motions in a frantic attempt to achieve what she so terribly missed. The dripping of sweat became profuse as her energy began to wane.
Gail gasped aloud as her body suddenly stiffened. Joyous sensations radiated through her lower body as her muscles clenched hard in orgasm. Sharp cries sounded as her form began shaking in uncontrollable spasms. Her fluttering cunt tightened around his throbbing prick as her chamber was flooded with nectar.
Torrance filled her body with all he had and hesitated inside of her. His hands grasped both breasts and squeezed on the moist swells. He isolated the swollen pink tips in the webbing between thumbs and index fingers, squeezing and twisting on the diamond-hard nubs. For several moments her lithe frame shuddered as she savored the powerful climax.
When the intense waves of tingling heat ended, her tensed body relaxed. She lay back on the bench while panting for breath. Gail was grinning and crying at once.
"It's been so long," she finally whispered. "That was wonderful!"
Torrance returned his hands to her shapely hips and resumed stroking her pussy. They were both fatigued after the burst of frantic fucking; his motions were considerably slower. His cock moved along her juice-slick canal with long, patient thrusts.
"This is nice," she commented as she enjoyed the relaxed rhythm. "Your cock feels so good to me."
When he pulled out she immediately lifted her head and looked up in confusion. He flashed a smile and gently guided Gail off the bench. He stood her facing away from him and leaned her torso forward. She grasped the front edge of the bench with both hands. Torrance pushed his cock back into her wondrous cunt and penetrated with his full length. He reached both hands underneath Gail's arms and squeezed her luscious mounds.
As she stood on her tiptoes, his blood-engorged penis slowly thrust in and out of her sex. Droplets of leaking juice dripped from her vibrating petals onto the dusty concrete foundation below. His fingers lovingly fondled the perky breasts and hardened nipples; the enlarged pink shafts tightened even more.
"Oh yes... Yes..." she moaned approvingly.
Torrance could feel his abdominal muscles clenching; tingling pressure filled his jiggling balls. The heavy orbs were full and anxious to release their creamy cargo. He shuddered in delight as the sensitized head of his cock moved back and forth along her hot, velvet-smooth walls. The wondrous sensations began intensifying as climax approached.
She felt her own excitement growing yet again. Gail's right hand moved down between her quivering thighs and anxiously rubbed on her swollen clit. She was surprised by the large amount of wetness that greeted her probing fingers. The appendages were quickly soaked with nectar. She rubbed and pinched on the hooded nub with an increasing tempo.
Her straining nipples ached with desire. His intermittently rough stimulation of the tips jarred her body with stinging jolts of pain that only added to the pleasure. The heat in her loins flared once more with the promise of a second orgasm. Gail silently hoped that the passing stranger could hold back long enough to give her that joy one last time.
She desperately pleaded "I'm getting close... Yes, fuck my cunt!"
Torrance was on the verge of exploding as well. He began pumping his hips harder, ramming his prick as deeply as it could go. The semen was already rising; he felt the tingling pressure. When he was within a few seconds of climax his toes curled. Every muscle in his body tensed at once. His cock swelled larger as the joyous sensations instantly heightened.
"Uhhh!" he grunted while burying his prick inside of her.
He twitched while releasing a long stream of lava-hot cum. He pulled back slightly and rammed forward a second time. With another grunt he ejaculated again. Torrance delighted in the tingling jolts that accompanied the climax. He fucked her several more times, injecting her with as many weakening threads of seed. Torrance knew he could stay hard a little longer and maintained his hard thrusting for the dame's benefit.
Gail erupted in orgasm a second time. Her exhausted, overheated body wildly quaked as tingling fingers seemingly extended from her loins throughout her entire form. She was out of breath and could barely moan out loud. Her body tightened in the throes of ecstasy.
For several glorious moments she escaped to an ethereal plane where nothing but mind-blowing pleasure existed. She clung to that place as long as she could; reality brought her back. Gail was gasping while realizing that Torrance was hugging her upright frame. She could still feel the pressure of his cock inside of her. Her body felt so weak and completely spent... but in a decidedly great way.
She'd been hoping for a quickie to briefly stave off the depressing loneliness in her empty life, but what he'd given her was so much more. After catching her breath Gail turned around to face him and dropped to her knees. His penis was beginning to soften but was still quite large and hard. It was dripping with a milky mixture of cum and pussy-juice. To her it was a heart-warming sight.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered while admiring the partially upright organ. "So beautiful."
Her mouth opened and caught the tip of the weakening shaft between her lips. Gail drew as much of him into her mouth as she could and began eating the liquid remnants of their union. It was an odd flavor with a salty, musk base. She didn't care; her body hungered for everything. She sucked the last drops of semen from his prick and eagerly swallowed all her mouth could capture. After he had lost all rigidity Gail licked the moisture that clung to the curls of hair on his balls.
She stood up and coiled her arms around his neck. Gail looked deeply into his eyes and told him "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I needed what you gave me today. I really wish I could go with you; I'd fuck you silly every chance I got."
Torrance liked the whole damsel-in-distress routine; too bad he couldn't rescue her like the knight in shining armor. He didn't know her, but Torrance was starting to like this dame. It was too bad that the timing was off.
"We'll do this again," he predicted in a promising tone. "You finish whatever you got going on here and take your shot. When you do, I'll be there."
Gail wanted so badly to believe that, but didn't allow herself to get overly excited. Life hadn't been kind to her; she couldn't suffer through another failed dream.
"Yeah, sure," she agreed while mentally dismissing the invitation. "I have to get back inside. I've been gone too long already."
Torrance didn't think it would be a good idea to return together. He hesitated in the gravel lot out back for a minute before walking around to the front door. The trailer of the diesel truck was still blocking the view of his car. He briefly wondered if Nikki was still waiting there for him.
He entered the store he'd just left and stepped up to the counter. Gail was bent over it writing something. Once finished she straightened up and placed a postcard between the pages of the romance novel he'd picked out. Gail placed a second novel on top of the first, and then inserted both in a brown bag.
"My boyfriend used to read these to me in bed at night," she revealed with a whimsical smile on her face. "I know he hated to, but I loved him for it. That was so romantic. And then I'd fuck him silly...he liked that part."
Torrance wondered what kept her there. The dame obviously wasn't happy where she was.
"What's the damage?" he asked as he pulled a few bills from his pocket.
"That's okay, we're even," she decided.
He looked over at her, smiled, and dropped a twenty on the counter. "Put it towards the price of a bus ticket when you're ready to split."
When Torrance walked next door to the attached diner to order some food he noticed Nikki was sitting at a booth alongside a large plate-glass window. She was facing away from him and appeared to be eating. He sat down on the bench seat across from her. There was already an untouched plate of food in front of him.
"I figured you'd be hungry after your workout," she announced. "Did you have a good time?"
He knew better than to make any attempt to wiggle out of the accusation. If nothing else, a dame knew when a man had been with another dame. Sex left a unique scent that they picked up on in a heartbeat. Torrance had no chance. He lightly stroked the fingers of his right hand up and down the sweaty glass of ice water that rested before him.
She swallowed a mouthful of food, washed it down with a drink of water, and looked over at him. "I know how you are, but I thought maybe it would be different this time, you know? I was really hoping... It hurts. Look, just get me to L.A. and I'll be out of your hair."
Torrance craved for a cigarette as never before. He hated confrontations and was usually good at avoiding them...which was how Angela had managed to quickly gain control of his old man's business. He had a soft spot for Nikki; the dame was undeniably cute and had a hot body to boot. Maybe he wasn't ready for her to get out of his receding hair quite yet. So why was he pushing her away?
"I'm sorry," he blurted out.
He wasn't good at apologizing. Besides, the way he saw it, what happened wasn't even his fault. His intentions from the start had been good; Gail was the one that had initiated it.
"What's in the bag?" she asked, changing the uncomfortable subject.
"A surprise," he perked up and answered.
Her eyes brightened. "For me?"
"Yes, for you!"
Her look turned suspicious. "Feeling guilty?"
Torrance left the question unanswered and placed the bag safely beside him on the seat, well out of her reach. He began eating his food.
* * * * *
Torrance lay on the queen-sized bed with the covers pulled up to his lower stomach, leaving his chest exposed. He wondered if the whole Desert Oasis situation would leave him feeling paranoid the rest of his life. Torrance hated constantly watching over his shoulder. That afternoon had been a primary example. In hindsight he'd picked up the money without a glitch, but at the time he was halfway expecting to be either killed or arrested. Maybe he had gotten away clean after all.
He listened to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. When it stopped he glanced in that direction and watched as Nikki came into view. She was dressed only in panties, with those firm breasts he so adored in full view. His eyes fixated on the moving swells and the pink tips he loved sucking on.
His eyes followed her until she was lying under the covers alongside of him. She snuggled up to his left side and placed her head on his chest. They enjoyed the closeness of their embrace for several moments in silence.
Nikki could no longer contain her curiosity. She placed her chin on his shoulder and asked "So what's this surprise you were talking about?"
Torrance grinned; he was waiting for Nikki's innate curiosity to get the better of her. He reached under his pillow and pulled out a romance novel. After moving his left arm around Nikki's shoulders, Torrance pulled her close. He opened to the first page and began reading.
At the conclusion of the first chapter she confessed "You make it impossible for me to stay mad at you. I never thought I could forgive you for what you did to me today...and I haven't; not yet. But why couldn't you keep it in your pants for just a few hours longer?"
"It wasn't supposed to go down like that," Torrance claimed in his own defense. "She was lonely, I was there... It just happened."
She glared at him harshly at first, but her anger soon softened. Nikki reluctantly acknowledged "I don't know what it is, but you can be hard for a girl to resist... especially a lonely one. And I'm feeling pretty lonesome myself right now."
Nikki placed her left hand on his chest and slowly moved it down in a zigzag motion, lightly caressing his skin as she did. When her palm and fingers reached his extreme lower belly, he stiffened. The blankets shifted slightly where his cock was resting beneath.
A naughty grin formed on Nikki's face; her pulse quickened. The tips of the fingers on her left hand playfully flirted with the edge of the covers as they danced over his tensed abdomen. She placed the right side of her head on the center of his chest. As the thumping sound of his rapidly beating heart filled her ear Nikki continued the teasing. The blankets were slowly rising in response to the prolonged stimulation.
Nikki's body was awakening; her pussy ached as the juices began to flow. She repeatedly squeezed her thighs together, placing arousing pressure against her fur-fringed cunt. Nikki pushed her eager fingers under the blankets and wrapped them around his hardening shaft; his prick surged with life. Torrance grew considerably larger within seconds. He felt so good. She purred as her nipples swelled in size.
"Was she good?"
Oh, good grief... just when he thought the whole thing had blown over, the dame was busy setting traps. Get the guy hard, shut down the oxygen to the big head, and watch him blindly stumble into one snare after the other. But Torrance still had his wits about him; she wasn't that clever, at least not yet.
Her question prompted his mind to think of the brief fling he had in the shed. Gail was a looker; she fucked him harder than any he'd ever had. That dame was sex-starved; she was hungry and prowling when he innocently wandered into her sights. Was she good? That was about the best pussy he'd ever gotten, but it wasn't the answer Nikki wanted to hear. So, he evaded.
"She was okay, but you're more my type," he reassured his sexy companion.
Nikki lifted her head and looked up at him. She was happily grinning from ear to ear. "I knew from the moment I first saw you that we were meant to be together. The sooner you realize that, the happier we can be. I want to do things for you, Torrance."
He took the bait without thinking. "What things did you have in mind?"
"Anything and everything you'll let me do for you. I want you to let me love you."
She turned her full attention to his rising excitement. Nikki's mouth was drawn to his cock like lightning to a rod. Her hands pushed the blankets down below his crotch and exposed his sexual parts. Torrance closed his eyes and softly groaned as warm wetness embraced half of his length. She licked and sucked on him with zeal. The tip of her tongue teasingly swirled around the smooth, sensitive head.
Torrance flinched as a powerful tingling jolted through him. He heard her quietly giggling upon discovering the tender spot where the crown merged with the top underside of the shaft. Nikki playfully flaunted her newfound knowledge and repeatedly ran her tongue along that area. He twitched and grunted each time, to her obvious amusement.
"Hey, what are you doing to me down there?"
He sounded irritated, but she knew better than that. Nikki did it again, harder, and giggled as his toes curled and legs tensed. She tasted salt as a small bit of hot cum squirted into her mouth in reaction. Her tongue swished it around the cavity before swallowing it down. She shifted her body, straddling his chest with her legs stretched wide. Torrance gazed at the gorgeous sight of her glistening pink petals. They silently beckoned for his attention.
He clutched her rounded ass cheeks and lifted his head toward the inviting flesh. His extended tongue teasingly flicked along the edges. The strong flavor of her cunt caused his mouth to salivate in anticipation. After tracing along the outline of Nikki's fragile lips, Torrance pushed his tongue into the narrow canyon. The reaction was immediate; her body stiffened in pleasure while a muffled moan sounded.
A middle finger pushed into the opening as his mouth devoured the hooded clitoris. The taste of her juicy cunt intensified; what didn't seep into his mouth smeared over his lips and chin. When a second finger joined the first Nikki's pussy stretched to accommodate the increased size. She rocked back and forth in rhythm with his pumping digits.
The hotter Torrance got her, the harder and faster she sucked. Both hands gripped around his manhood, stroking his rock-hard cock while simultaneously devouring him. The rippled shaft, wet with saliva and oozing cum, pulsated with excitement. She was good and quickly getting better. His hips made tiny up and down thrusting motions. He soon felt tingling pressure in his aching balls.
After a few minutes both of their juicy bodies were eager for more. When Nikki felt Torrance stiffen and begin twitching, she knew he was on the verge of climax. Her mouth backed away as she straightened up. Her lips and chin were smeared with his cum. She made a sexy show of pressing a finger on the skin, pushing his milky semen into her mouth, and swallowing it with a satisfied smile. Nikki dabbed at the last that remained and moistened her swollen nipples with the sticky dew.
"You're such a tease," he announced with a grin as he observed her; "a gorgeous tease."
Nikki wrinkled her nose and giggled. How Torrance loved her... loved it, loved it... when she did that.
As she knelt near his waist she made a point of flashing her perky mounds in his direction before asking in a provocative voice "So how do you want it, old man?"
"I think I might just have the answer," he decided.
After gathering up the pillows, he piled them on top of one another in the center of the bed. Torrance helped Nikki into position with her lower back on top of the fluffy white peak. When she eagerly parted her silky thighs, her glistening pink cunt was in line with his crotch. She leaned back with her torso at a downward forty-five degree angle. Nikki's shoulders and the back of her head were resting on the mattress. Torrance never thought he could tire of enjoying looking at her stunning naked beauty. Some dames looked better dolled up; this blonde was stunning in anything, or nothing.
Nikki looked up suspiciously when he didn't immediately pounce on her. She hesitantly questioned "Don't you want me, baby?"
Torrance grinned. "Of course; I just enjoy looking at you sometimes is all."
He aligned his body behind hers with his stiff, upright cock just touching the juicy petals of her sex. When his hips rotated forward the rounded, straining reddish-purple head eased between the folds and bottomed out in her slit. He felt the wondrous wet heat as it smeared over the tip; it sent a chill down his spine. Torrance rocked his hips up and down, watching as the crown slid along the slick valley from top to bottom to top repeatedly. Nikki's nubile body shuddered in delight from the teasing stimulation.
"Uhnn, oh yeah... Does that feel good, baby? You're so big and hard," Nikki cooed in that cute, innocent little-girl voice.
"You feel great," he whispered as his prick surged with energizing excitement.
He was more than ready when he guided the tip of his mighty organ to her opening. He pushed forward, forcing the orifice to widen. Her body twitched with slight stinging pain as the muscle reluctantly stretched. Nikki began moving her hips in side to side motions, helping to work his prick inside. She released a loud sigh as his cream-smeared tip sank into her flesh. Torrance maintained the forward pressure, feeling his shaft penetrating slightly deeper. Her vibrating canal felt glorious as it tightly gripped his organ.
He grasped the sides of her hips and began loving her with short strokes. Torrance looked down and watched as his cock slid in and out. It shimmered with her wetness. His pulsating mass slowly speared deeper into her wondrous cunt.
He felt Nikki's lovely body writhing and listened to her angel-sweet moans. "Uhh! Uhhh! Oh baby, oh, that hurts so good! Yeah, faster... faster!"
Torrance maintained a relaxed pace. His hips glided back and forth, burrowing his cock into Nikki's juice-slick core. When the increasing resistance of her tight muscle ended the forward progress of his penetration, he gave one last push before backing out. Each powerful stroke slowly opened up her velvet-smooth chamber. Finally she embraced his entire prick.
"Oh, God! You're so big!" she cried out in continued amazement as throbbing pressure filled her small pussy. "Give it to me; fuck me good."
Torrance slowly pulled back before driving forward, plunging his cock into her hot cunt. She squirmed as he gave his dame exactly what she asked for. Her cunt felt wonderful as he filled, emptied, and refilled the flesh cavity. His crotch slammed into hers; droplets of leaking juice splattered, spilling onto the pillows and bedding below. Milky rings appeared around his shaft as their bodies dispensed the nectar of love. His strong downward motions pounded her shoulders into the bed. Nikki took the delightful punishment, wrapping her lithe legs around his waist and encouraging his rough fucking.
Her moans transformed into weak, breathless cries as climax approached. Nikki's form shimmered with perspiration. It suddenly stiffened as her loins were gripped by the tingling heat of orgasm. Her thighs tightened around Torrance as her body erupted in wild spasms. Her back arched, driving her crotch against his. As his large, hard cock rammed fully into her cunt, the tight walls clenched around his shaft. A flood of nectar soaked her sex as she savored the ecstatic sensations of sexual release.
She was left breathless but satisfied by the event. Nikki looked up at him, her flushed, sweaty face absolutely beaming. Torrance smiled down at her as he maintained the powerful downward strokes. His gaze alternated between admiring her sweet face and jiggling swells, and watching his wet prick sliding in and out of her leaking cunt. The straining member was smeared with a mixture of sexual juices.
His girl felt so good; wet heat tightly surrounded him. Before long the friction of her canal was more than he could bear. Torrance's laden balls were aching for relief. He grunted while burying his organ fully into her belly. The pressure intensified; his prick swelled harder as delightful tingling rushed through his body. He jerked when ejaculating a long, muscle-twitching filament of cum that nearly drained his sacs. After withdrawing he thrust again, squirting his seed a second and third time.
When his climax was finished Torrance buried his still-hard cock in her flesh and savored the utter joy of simply being inside of her.
After a few moments of inactivity she asked "Are you done?"
"Yeah, I was just..." he started to answer.
"This isn't exactly a comfortable position for me," Nikki impatiently explained.
"Oh, sorry."
He moved his hands beneath her body and raised her into a sitting position on the small mountain of juice-stained pillows. Their arms embraced one another in a mutual expression of emotion. They looked into one another's eyes and enjoyed the closeness as his penis softened inside of her. It was rejected once all rigidity was lost.
"I'm so glad I met you," she admitted. "You've changed my life in some wonderful ways."
He smiled and ventured "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"
Nikki flashed him a coy grin as she considered the answer. There was no longer any lingering pain or anger after his brief fling at the truck-stop. In fact, she wondered if maybe she'd been too hard on the guy that she owed so much to. Her own hopes for a lasting relationship with Torrance didn't make it wrong for him to stray, not before he'd made any promises.
"Yes, you're forgiven," Nikki announced with a playful giggle. "After that orgasm, I'd forgive you for just about anything."
"That's good to know."
She pressed a finger against his chest and warned "Don't be getting any ideas, buster. As long as you keep me around, you're mine."
He kissed those luscious cherry lips while gently pulling her off the pillows and into his body. Torrance laid her down and cuddled with his companion. He predicted that tomorrow would be a long day; they were about to reach their destination.
She moved under the covers; Torrance doused the lights and joined her. Nikki rested on her left side, head on his chest, wondering what the future held in store. Her mind buzzed with a mix of adventure, excitement, and uncertainty.
"What are we going to do in L.A. when we get there?" she inquired, sensing that Torrance was already formulating some kind of a plan.
He paused to think, and then answered "Check the place out, I guess, and keep one eye open for an opportunity."
"Are you going to be good?" she asked suspiciously. "Are there going to be any more girls that I have to worry about?"
Ah, here it was, Torrance realized. There always comes a time when a dame wanted a promise of commitment. But he wasn't ready yet; Hollywood offered so much potential for the exploitation of virgins. How he missed picking the cherries of reluctant ones. Could he really promise to give them up too?
"None that I'm aware of," he responded, skirting the truth while withholding the assurance Nikki desired.
After she drifted off to sleep Torrance's thoughts turned to Liz, Crystal, and the other cherries he'd plucked. How he missed those innocent beauties. It had been a while since he'd taken one, and the longing returned. Like a sleeping vampire waiting for the setting of the sun, Torrance could barely wait to get back into action. Just thinking of them stirred his dormant organ.
He softly whispered into the night "Hollywood, here I cum."