Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

We pull up to a large motel near the edge of some town. Keith says he'll get a room for me. "You can sign the register later," he says. "I'll tell the room clerk you're not feeling well right now."

The room is lovely, with two double beds. The drapes and bedspreads are a soft green. I open the drapes a little to let in the rays of the setting sun.

We undress and lie naked on the bed. We kiss and fondle each other. I explore every muscle, every curve of Keith's body. I thrill to the touch of his hands on my skin. The wetness flows thick from my pussy as he strokes me. I pump his prick until it hardens, then rub the big head of it against my thighs. He caresses my breasts, runs his fingertips delightfully over my nipples. I enjoy playing with his prick, fondling it. I feel no need to have him screw me right away again. It is enough now to be just lying here with him. Touching him. I keep rubbing his cock. A drop of clear fluid appears at the tiny opening. With my thumb I spread the drop over the entire tip. Massage it into his skin. His cock stiffens suddenly into full hardness. The head flares out big and reddish. The purple veins swell.

I watch his cock gorge itself with his blood. I cannot resist the urge to eat him again and slide down on the bed and take the full hardness of his prick deep into my mouth.

I get up on my knees, bend over him and suck his prick in deep. It hardens to steel. I feel it throbbing in my mouth. I stop eating him for a minute so that he doesn't cum. I sit back on my legs and light a cigarette and puff it lightly while I run my hand slowly up and down his thighs.

He gets up to get a drink of water. "Want some?" he asks.

"Yes."

He comes back across the room, stands next to the bed, his erect prick in front of my face. I kiss it again, lick the tip.

"You do that marvelously," he says. "Better than I remember from before." He holds the cold glass of water against one of my breasts.

"I'm older now…"

He laughs. "More experienced?"

"I didn't say that. Just older… not so shy." I kiss his cock again, lift the weight of his balls in my hands. I take the glass of water and drink from it. It doesn't take away the good taste of him.

He presses forward, pushing his prick against my breasts. He stands there, not moving.

"Aren't we going to do it now again?" I ask.

"So soon?"

"Mmm hmm. You're so nice and stiff." I stroke the length of his cock. I rub the wet cockhead against my nipple. "Or do you want to kiss me down here first… eat me?"

"Yes."

He kneels down on the carpet in front of me as I lie back and slide my buttocks up to the edge of the mattress. I draw my knees back, dig my heels into the edge of the bed. He presses his lips to the wet puff of hair on my pussy. I feel his tongue slip in against my moist skin. He eats me up and down the length of my cunt. I want him to bite me, devour me.

I feel Keith's tongue in me. I cum.

A few minutes pass. I am awake with excitement again. Keith is lying on the bed next to me. I grasp his cock and pump the stiffness back into it. I want him to fuck me. I pull him over on top of me, spread my legs and wrap my calves around the flat hard cheeks of his ass. I feel his prick plunge in. He fucks me urgently until he brings me to a peak. We rest for a moment, then I get up on my knees and he fucks me from behind. My cunt grips him tightly. When I cum again, he backs off and pulls me from the bed. He screws me standing up with one of my feet on the edge of the bed. After a minute he sits down on the mattress and I climb on top of him. I ride his cock. I like it this way. I can kiss him. He can suck my breasts. His prick penetrates deep into me.

I abandon my body completely to him. We stop screwing, swing around on the bed and eat each other again. His prick is thick and very wet. The juices from my cunt stream into his mouth. He gets up and sits astride my chest and pulls my breasts together with his hands. He drives his prick between them, fucks them. I am dry there at first but my skin moistens quickly and in a moment his prick is sliding smoothly in and out of the cunt he has made with my breasts. He slides up even farther on me and pushes his cock against my jaw, my cheek, my ear. He wraps a curl of my hair around his prick and rubs it against my neck. Then he moves down quickly over me and rams into my cunt again. His thrusts are violent. It is as if he is trying to cram a lifetime of fucking into a few minutes. I hear him cry out suddenly and I know he is about to cum.

I buck up against him. "… oh yes… I love you Keith… I love you in me… all of you inside me, oh now now…"

He explodes. His cum spurts thick and wet into my cunt. "Carrie. Carrie… Carrie." His voice is urgent, husky… trails off weak. He flops forward on top of me. I hear him calling out my name. His voice sounds as if it is coming from a long way off.

"Carrie…"

"I have to leave now," Keith says. The tone of his voice is abrupt and it rouses me from sleep. Gone completely is the emotion of a few minutes before. He pulls up his pants and zips them. He knots his tie.

"I thought you'd be staying," I say. "We haven't really even talked about things. You can stay for awhile at least, can't you?"

"No… really. I have to go. I'll have to think up some explanation as it is. We can talk later."

"When?"

"The next time – you know."

"Tomorrow?"

"Maybe. We'll see. I'll have to bring your suitcase. I'll call you… okay? After I leave, you can go down and register. Then get yourself some supper in the dining room. Do you have enough money?"

"Certainly," I say.

"You aren't angry, are you?"

"No."

"You act as if something's wrong."

"No… It's just that you make me feel like a prostitute or something. The way you're leaving in such a rush. The things you say."

His face softens. He comes over to me and runs his hand through my hair. "I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't mean anything that way. We can talk about it all later. I'll call tomorrow. It's just that now I have to go. You understand, don't you?"

I nod.

He kisses me, cups my breasts lightly for a moment, then starts for the door. I try to smile.

In a moment he is gone. I hear the sound of the car motor starting. I hold the drape open and watch him drive away. He doesn't look back.

I crawl into bed tired and feeling very much alone. Depressed. I shut my eyes and try to see the vivid colors. I try to bring back the moments under the tree, the moments on this same bed just half an hour ago. But already they seem somewhere in the distant past. Indistinct. Impossible to grasp….

I wake early the next morning and take a hot shower. I feel much better in the brightness of the new day. I am hungry from not having eaten supper the night before and have a big breakfast in the dining room, then go to sign the register. I buy cigarettes and a newspaper and go back to the room to wait for Keith's call. The morning sun streaming through the window feels good on my skin. I relax on the bed, feeling warm and happy.

I wait the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. The phone doesn't ring. I smoke a lot.

There is a quiet knock at the door. I am surprised to see Keith standing there when I open it. "I decided to just run out instead of calling," he says. "But I have to leave at four."

I glance at my watch as he hands me my suitcase. "Yes… that gives us almost two hours." I don't say it sarcastically, just matter-of-factly. As if I am resigned to it. Already it seems that it is nearly time for him to go.

Keith acts very sober. I feel awkward. I want to talk to him about everything but he doesn't give me the chance. He avoids it. Every time I start in on anything about us he changes the subject. We talk about everything. And nothing. He looks at me with affection but says none of the things I am waiting to hear. He acts nervous. The conversation becomes stale, repetitive.