Monique - Schooled for sex

I reached down and squeezed that wet, hairy little ball of flesh, then poked about until my index finger slipped inside her drooling hole. There I could feel my cock entering her body, pushing hard against the thin membrane separating her orifices. I hunched over her, shoving more of my finger into her cunt, the other hand grabbing for a tit and squeezing it hard. She let out a yell that turned into a cry of triumph. New orgasms were rising inside her. She shuddered, gibbered, frothed at the mouth, and her head tossed from side to side as if she couldn't give vent to all of the passion that was in her. All I could do was to keep my cock moving steadily in and out of her asshole, and to add another finger to the one already in her cunt. Somehow I managed to coordinate this double fuck, drawing my fingers out when my cock barged in and vice versa, hut it really didn't matter. Maree was way ahead of me, crying, squealing, laughing, and sobbing all at once.

Once more I subdued a rising orgasm, but it would be for the last time. I wanted just a little bit more of her, I wanted to be a little crazier when I did come. My cock moved back out of her asshole until only the glands rested inside her. Then, with short, shallow jabs, I fucked her with the thickest inch of my cock and left the rest to her imagination. She almost went crazy with desire, frantic to have that empty space filled with hard, throbbing meat, and the more she tried to screw herself with my dick, the more I dodged her. The result was a climax that sounded terminal.

"You're the greatest, Joe," she said when she'd picked herself up out of the fit of orgasms. "I haven't had many men but nobody could make me feel any better. I wouldn't want to feel any better or I'd lose my mind." She snuggled up beside me and fondly stroked my limp, greasy cock. The climax I'd had still echoed through me. It was as though something had reached down in my cock and had ripped my balls out of it. At that moment I needed nothing. Our sweaty bodies were twined together, her gratitude was adding warmth to my post-coital bliss, and her little hand stroking my cock was as pleasing to me as ear scratching is to dogs. It was true, I was the greatest. No man would make her go through the contortions I'd put her through. Maree would always remember me as The Man. I smiled down at her and told her to light me a cigarette.

We smoked leisurely while the color TV played unheeded. Beyond our room people were making noise, walking, going about their business, and I felt sorry for them. We interrupted ourselves for a while to order up some coffee and food, and before the room service came we quickly straightened up my bed, put on clothes, and sat in chairs like good families do. But as soon as we were alone again we tore our clothes off and ate in the nude. I put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and announced that I was ready for more. Maree was more than willing.

"Can I suck it again?" she asked coyly. "I love to do that, it's sort of like a big pacifier, and when it's in my mouth I feel all calm and happy."

"Like sucking your thumb?" I said.

"Yeah, I guess it is. But then I think of what it does to me and that makes it all different, very exciting- oh, let's not talk about it, let's just do it." She pushed me back on the bed and went down on me like a vulture pouncing on a snake. Soon the snake reared up and filled her mouth, and from there on Maree treated it as no other woman had. She loved my cock, doted on it, kissed it and licked it, or just held it and looked at the phallus with shining eyes. I watched her and found it hard to believe my good fortune. At that point! didn't give a shit about Mrs. Van and her daughters… well, a little bit for the vestal one, Martha. Apart from that I was ready to reimburse her all she'd paid me and spend some weeks in this motel with Maree, playing doctors.

When we woke up late the next morning I felt stiff and bruised all over, like someone who's been very athletic after a long bout of decadent living. Maree had drained every drop of virility from me in a passion session that had lasted the best part of the night. Insatiable, that's what she was. I couldn't wake her up so I lifted her out of my bed and placed her in her own. A quick check of the room, then I called room service and ordered breakfast. The smell of coffee woke her.

"Pour me some, Joe," she said in a soft voice. "I don't think I can move."

"Why, what's the matter?" I took a cup of coffee over to her and sat on the side of her bed. "Are you ill?"

"Sore," she said. A sip of coffee helped, but when she tried to sit up her hands shot to her groin and clutched at it. "Oh shit, I think you've done me an injury!"

"Let me see." Close inspection revealed that her pussy and her asshole were both red raw, which only meant that she wasn't used to getting fucked. "That's nothing. It'll probably never happen to you again if you put out regularly," I told her. Some vaseline eased the pain and by the time she'd had breakfast she was able to move around like a cowpoke. I rubbed some ointment on my cock, too. The last few days had been demanding on the old fellow.

"Well, we'd better be going," I said, at around noon. "I keep forgetting that I'm on a case."

"What does it matter," she said, rushing at me and throwing her arms neck. "Let's stay here, Joe, I don't want to go back to school or to my place. I'm happy with you, only you! Please, Joe, let's spend a week here and just fuck. I'd love that!"

"Oh sure, and ruin that lovely puss forever! No, baby, we have to go, the break will do you good." She kept at me, though, pleading, nagging, even raising her voice. My mind was made up and I refused to listen. Besides, my cock didn't want to know about sex for a little while. When she saw that it was no use she packed her case and followed me with an expression that registered thunder. Was it my imagination or did the bellhop snigger when he saw Maree's gait? I couldn't get over her eagerness to fuck some more when she was obviously in no condition to even admit a toothpick into her cunt. Again that uneasy, squeamish feeling brewed up in my guts-something was askew-but what?

The drive to San Francisco went smoothly enough. Early that evening we arrived at Maree's place and found no one home but her younger sister, Ellie. I got suspicious. "All right, where's Laurel?" I said.

"She's not here. Daddy's got her in an apartment across the bay," said Maree. "Well have to wait till they get home and then you can talk with him."

"How is your father mixed up in this?"

"The black hand," she whispered.

"What? Oh Jesus, let me out of here! Why didn't you tell me he was a goddamned Mafioso? I'm out of my depth here. Did you know there's a quarter million dollars riding on this deal? Hell, they'd blow me away just as soon as look at me for that kind of money." I was ready to leave right then, but Maree took me by the arm and made me sit down.

"It's not a Mafia matter," she said quickly. "Daddy's acting on behalf of a group. I can't tell you who. He's not crazy about it and neither am I. In fact, he thinks it's too mickey mouse, and he wants to be rid of Laurel and the whole stinking mess. So he can slip you a clue and you can rescue her and she can finger the people who kidnapped her, and that's that."

My head was spinning. If Peggy had been with me she might have been able to make some sense out of the whole affair, but I was lost. "In other words you set me up to get set up by your father so I can set up Laurel to take the heat off the people who set your father up… oh Christ, I'm going to need a pen and pencil for this one."

"Joe, don't worry," she said, "everything's okay, all you have to do is find Laurel and take her back. In any case you can't do anything till my father comes home, and Ellie tells me they've gone to a double feature movie."