by Amy Brent
I had bought a six-pack of Coors in the little store scotched between the motel office and diner. I set the cold beers on the dresser, then popped the top on two of them. I handed one to Luke and kept one for myself. I put the cold bottle to my lips as I walked over to the door leading into the bathroom and pushed it open with the toe of my boot.
Again, standard stuff; toilet, tub, shower; all relatively clean and free of traces from past visitors.
“You feel like a shower or a hot bath?” I asked. “No offense, but your hair looks like somebody plastered it to your head with a trowel.” I noticed he was holding his side again. “Is it okay to get that wet?”
He tried to smile. I could tell it hurt. “The doc said I probably shouldn’t get this wet for a few more days. I can shower, but I need to cover it with plastic somehow.”
“Then we won’t worry about a shower until we get you home and I can figure out how to wrap plastic around you or something.”
“If you can get past the smell for tonight, that sounds like the best plan.”
“I think I can manage.” I took a long pull at the bottle and stared at him for a moment. I could barely believe I was in a shitty motel room with Luke Daniels, after all these years.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor and his hands on his knees. I had to smile because he looked so ridiculous in the hospital scrubs and cowboy boots.
He held out his arms and wiggled his fingers at me. “Come here.”
I set the beer on the nightstand and moved to stand between his knees. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him, resting his forehead between my breasts. He sighed as I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him close. I rested my cheek on the top of his head.
“I’ve missed you, Shelby,” he said quietly.
“I’ve missed you, too, Luke.”
“I want to make love you,” he said, looking up at me with dreamy eyes. “But I’m afraid I can’t do much more than lie here.”
“I think we can make that work,” I said, putting my hands on his cheeks and lowering my lips to his. His lips were rough, but they were warm and his tongue was moist and when I stuck my tongue into her mouth so he could suck on it, the past came rushing back and I nearly came in my jeans.
God, how I’d missed the taste of this man.
I kissed him long and hard as his hands came around to undo my jeans. He hooked his thumbs into the waistbands of my jeans and panties and forced them down over my round ass and legs. I was still wearing my boots, so the jeans and panties gathered just below my knees.
I broke the kiss long enough to pull off my t-shirt and unhook my bra. When the bra slid down my arms, freeing my aching tits, Luke sighed his approval and cupped my tits in his hands. He kneaded my milky globes as his tongue said hi to my nipples, drawing circles around them, nipping with his teeth, sucking them between his lips.
“Get this off,” I said, breathless already, tugging at his shirt. “Just raise your arms and I’ll help you.”
“Son of a bitch,” he said, wincing as I pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I put my hands on his muscular shoulders and glanced down at this bandage. It was still clean, no sign of blood. I put my finger under his chin to lift it up so I could see his face. He was sweating a little, but his eyes were bright and he managed to give me a smile.
“We’re gonna have to be careful,” I said. “I don’t want you to do anything to pop those stitches. I’d hate to have to call the cook to sew you up.”
“I’ll be fine,” he said as his hands slid from my breasts to my ass. He flexed his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass and let his little fingers slide down to tease my asshole. He glanced down at the neat patch of curls pointing toward my clit. “Maybe I can just lay back and you can just do a slow ride, like in the good old days.”
“Hmm, I can do that,” I said, kissing him again.
He kept squeezing my ass with his left hand, then brought his right hand around to slide between my legs. I spread my thighs so he could slide his fingers across my sopping pussy, lubing them up so they would slide easily inside me.
He began fucking me with one finger while his thumb rolled my clit from side to side. I was two seconds away from cumming all over his hand. It had been awhile since I’d been touched by a man down there. Especially a man I cared about. Luke’s fingers were hitting all the switches, turning on my water works, sending shudders of orgasm throughout my body.
“Fuck... I’m gonna… cum… already…”
Luke started thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy at a faster pace. He put his lips to my nipple and sucked hard as his other hand dug into my ass cheeks. I got on my tiptoes and pulled his head into my chest and came in a downpour, washing over his hand like a torrential Texas thunderstorm.
I’d always been a gusher. When I cum I shoot juice out of my pussy like water through a firehose. As Luke rammed his fingers as deep inside of me as they’d go, I came in great bursts, showering his hand with a flow of hot juices that splashed all over the insides of my thighs and dripped to the floor.
My sudden release of juices and the smell that filled the air made Luke moan in delight. He looked up at me and smiled. “I’d forgotten what a mess you always made,” he said, planting kisses across my breasts. “Remember how we used to sleep on towels because you’d get the bed so wet?”
“I remember,” I moaned, still trying to catch my breath. His fingers were still inside me. I wiggled my pussy against his hand and flicked my tongue across his lips. “I remember how you used to shoot a load in the air like a water fountain when I pumped you hard with my hand. Do you still do that?”
He grinned at me. “Why don’t we find out?”
As I went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth, Luke shimmied out of his boots and scrub pants and lay back on the bed with his head on the pillows and his legs spread wide. I gasped a little when I saw his monster cock for the first time in years. I had forgotten how long and thick it was, almost like one of those big foot-long silicon dildos you can order off the internet (or so I hear).
His cock stuck straight up from his curly pubes like a flag pole ready for a salute. I felt juices flowing again in anticipation of having his cock in my hands, in my mouth, and especially, in my pussy.
Luke
Just feeling Shelby’s hot juices gushing over my hand was enough to make me nearly blow a load myself. I had somehow forgotten that she was a gusher.
In the old days, I’d lie on my back and she’d straddle that sweet pussy over my mouth and I would suck and probe and lick until she came like a roaring hurricane, gushing hot juice all into my mouth and all over my face.
It tasted like hot sweet tea.
I would swallow and lick and swallow and suck and swallow some more until I got every last drop of it out of her. Then I’d lay her down and fuck her like there was no tomorrow.
Shelby went to wash herself off while I got naked on the bed. I pulled myself back onto the pillows with my elbows. My fucking side was burning like a thousand bee stings, but I did not care. I was with Shelby. I was about to feel her hands and mouth and pussy on my big old cock. That was all I cared about at that moment. You could have chopped off my arm with a dull hatchet and my cock would not have gone down. There was only one way to release the blood pumping in that monster and that was with Shelby’s help.
“Holy shit, that damn thing’s just gotten bigger,” Shelby said, coming out of the bathroom with a washcloth between her hands. She spread her legs and gave her cooch a good wipe down, then tossed the rag on the bed and slid in beside me.
“He’s missed you, too,” I said, forcing a smile. I put my hands behind my head and ignored the pain in my side. “Why don’t you say hello?”
Shelby lay on the bed next to me in the opposite direction, with her knees bent and thighs spread so I could work my fingers back into her pussy while she worked her magic on my cock. She braced on her right elbow so her right
hand could play with my balls, then took my cock in her left hand and hovered her mouth over it.
“Well, hello, big man,” she cooed, blowing her hot breath on the head of my cock as her fingers closed around the lower half of the shaft. I tensed my groin muscles and the head blossomed for her. Little drops of juice appeared at the slit. Shelby eagerly licked them off with the tip of her tongue.
My fingers slid into Shelby’s pussy, still hot and bubbly and flowing like the Rio Grande. I had really long fingers. I bunched three of them together and slowly started fucking her with them while my thumb massaged her clit. Shelby took the head of my cock into her mouth and moaned.
“Damn… girl… you sure… know how to… say hello…” I sighed, closing my eyes, reveling in the feel of her lips and hand on my cock. She took the head into her mouth and sucked it like hard candy as her hand slid up and down the foot-long shaft. She leaned my cock back and pressed her lips and tongue to the underside and worked them up and down. Goddammit, I’d missed this girl. I’d had a lot of blowjobs in my day, but nobody could suck my dick like Shelby Cates. She was a goddamn grandmaster cocksucker if there ever was one. She deserved a silver championship buckle, if they gave away buckles for such things.
“Your cock… is so… fucking huge…” she hummed with the head between her lips.
“And your pussy is so fucking wet…” I said, driving my fingers knuckle deep inside her and wiggling them around. “I want to fuck you, Shelby. Get on top of me and fuck me slow like the old days.”
“With pleasure,” she said, wiggling herself free of my fingers and moving to straddle her hot pussy over my long cock. We gave each other a nostalgic grin. We’d done this position many times before, starting with the night Cody caught us fucking in the barn loft on Shelby’s sixteenth birthday.
My cock was too big to fit inside her all the way, so she couldn’t just climb on like a horse and ride the thing like a fuckin’ buckin’ bronco. She could only take part of it inside her, but it was enough to get both our nuts off and leave us more than satisfied.
I held my cock steady at the base as she lowered her pussy onto it. She paused for a moment with the head pushed against her hole. I swirled the head around to juice it up good, then took some juice on my free hand and lubed up the part of the shaft that would fit inside her.
She lowered herself onto me, just enough to let the head slide inside her. I could literally feel her tight pussy stretching to take me in. Holy fucking shit, I won’t lie. I almost shot my load right then and there. I blew out a long breath and held it back.
“Fuck… you’re huge…” she said, lowering herself onto the shaft by an inch, then another. I was probably five or six inches inside her when I felt the tip of my cock hit her back wall. I had plenty more to go, but that was all she could safely get inside her. I had yet to meet a woman who could take my entire cock inside her pussy, though there was this little gal in Abilene who could take it all down her throat and never gag. She was like a goddamn sword swallower at a freak show. Not much to look at, but holy cow…
I wrapped my fingers around the part of my cock not inside her and gave her a smile. “Now,” I said. “Ride your pony.”
Shelby clutched her hands to her tits and started rolling her hips back and forth, sliding her pussy over the six inches of cock inside her. I squeezed the base to keep the end she was fucking engorged and hard for her. Each time her pussy took me inside her, her clit would brush against my thumb and she’d jump like she was being shocked by an electric fence.
“Holy… fucking shit… that feels… amazing,” she sighed, pinching her nipples so hard they turned purple between her fingers. I just watched her with a joy in my heart that I had not felt in a very long time.
She closed her eyes and darted her tongue across her lips. Her nostrils flared each time her pussy drove down the length of cock inside her. I could have cum right then myself, just from watching her, but I held off.
I knew how Shelby wanted the round to end.
I would not take that enjoyment away from her.
“Oh… fuck… I’m gonna… cum…” she said, her hips thrashing faster, impaling her sweet pussy hard on my cock and against my hand.
“Cum for me, baby,” I said. “Cum hard for old Luke.”
She screamed and jackhammered against my hand. I watched her face as she came. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. She thrashed her head from side to side, her long ponytail whipping like a mare’s tail running across an open field.
“God… damn… fuck… me… Luke… fuck… your big cock…”
I smiled. I always said Shelby talked out of her head when she came. She never believed me. Maybe one day I’d record it to prove it to her. I mean, if I ever got the chance again.
She gushed her hot juices all down my cock and over my hand and balls. I loved it and used her lube to pump my cock, keeping it hard for her until she finished cumming. After a moment, she caught her breath and smiled down at me.
“Can I milk you?” she asked.
“He’s all ready for you,” I said. “Lubed up with your juices.”
Shelby lifted herself off my cock and sat between my legs Indian-style. My cock was still rock hard, covered in her glistening goo. The head was the size of a lemon and the color of a plum. Veins the size of red wigglers ran the length of the shaft. The damn thing looked like it was about to blow.
“I saved it for you,” I said, putting my hands behind my head. I know what you want to do.”
“Yes,” she hissed, wrapping the fingers of both hands around my shaft and pumping them slowly up and down, like she was churning butter. Shelby loved to make me cum with her hands and mouth. She loved seeing me shoot my hot seed in the air like lava erupting out of the top of a volcano. I liked to cum inside her, but this was her favorite thing to do.
“That’s it,” she said, her hands sliding up and down. “Get really hard for me.” She pressed her lips to the tip and swirled her tongue around the slit. “Cum for Shelby, baby. Cum for me.”
She was panting as heavily as I was. She was playing with my balls with one hand, pumping the entire length of my shaft with the other, and sucking on the head with her luscious lips. Fuck, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I curled my toes and flexed the muscles in my legs and moaned.
“I’m cummin’… fuck… Shelby… I’m cummin’ hard…”
Shelby’s eyes grew wide and her hand on my cock quickened its pace. She hovered her mouth a few inches over the tip of my cock and pumped that monster for all it was worth.
“Fuck… I’m gonna blow…”
I came like Old Faithful, shooting the first wave of my hot seed across her lips and into her eager mouth. She leaned back licking her lips and pumped her hand faster, knowing there was more to come. A long rope of milky jizz shot six inches into the air and fell on her hands just as another gush followed behind it.
“Oh… fuck... I’m cumming again…” Shelby said. She had started rubbing her clit when I told her I was cumming. She closed her eyes and moaned. She had my cum on her lips and her cum on her hand. She was in fucking heaven and so was I.
She pumped and sucked my cock until there was nothing more to give. We ended up a sticky mess. I had my milky goo all over my cock and balls and stomach. She had it on her face and her hands and the bed beneath her ass was drenched with her warm juices.
Just like old times.
We just looked at each other and grinned.
Shelby handed me the wet rag she’d left lying on the bed, then padded off to the bathroom to take a shower.
I cleaned myself off as best I could and fell back on the pillows, completely exhausted. I had momentarily forgotten about the pain in my side because all the blood was busy in my groin. But as my body slowly came back to earth, the pain returned.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, hoping to push the pain away in case Shelby wanted to go for round two when she got out of the shower.
I was figh
ting a losing battle.
My body was spent.
The pain was my brain’s way of telling me to behave myself and go to fucking sleep.
The rest of me was too tired to argue, so reluctantly, that’s what I did.
Shelby
I woke up to find Luke sitting in the chair at the little round table in front of the window. He was already dressed in his blue scrubs and cowboy boots, drinking coffee from a tall Styrofoam cup.
There was a second cup there, also his because I don’t drink coffee, along with what looked like a wrapped biscuit of some kind and a can of Mountain Dew.
Aw, how sweet.
Luke remembered that I was a Mountain Dew fanatic.
If I didn’t have a can of Mountain Dew first thing in the morning I was like an angry bear coming out of hibernation.
I stretched out my arms and yawned at him. “Morning,” I said, giving him a sleepy smile. “Whatcha got there?”
“Morning, sleepy head,” he said. He popped the top on the Mountain Dew and set it on the nightstand, then sat on the bed and unwrapped what turned out to be a convenience store biscuit and sausage.
“As I recall, you’re as mean as a bobcat if you don’t have your Mountain Dew first thing in the morning. And I got you this to make sure you started your day off with the government recommended allowance of breakfast grease.”
“You’re so sweet,” I said, sitting up in the bed with the covers up to my belly button and my titties hanging out. My nipples were plump and red, and a little sore from the previous night’s fun. But they were glad to see Luke again. He made them very happy.
I took a good long drink of the Mountain Dew, but told him to eat the nasty biscuit and sausage. I wasn’t a big breakfast person, but obviously he was. He made short work of the biscuit and fetched the second cup of coffee from the table to wash it down.
“Cody called,” he said, blowing into the steaming cup.
“He did? When?”
“About half an hour ago.” He nodded at my cellphone, which was lying on the nightstand. “I didn’t want to wake you up, so I just answered it.”