Chapter 4

The next morning, Leonard woke up in bed, not realizing where he was. Then he looked across and saw the blonde head on the other pillow. She was perspiring slightly, sleeping like a baby. Her heart-shaped mouth opened.

The sheet had come away from her shoulders, and she lay naked underneath.

Her arm was swung over the bed.

Leonard moved the sheet even further away.

His eyes hungrily took in the sight of her smooth body.

Lying as she was on her side, her hips seemed especially round, and her waist especially thin.

He moved across to her and moved his mouth down to the curve of her ass.

He inhaled the perfumed aroma of her flesh. She still smelled clean from last night’s shower. But intermingled with the soapy smell was the fragrance of cunt.

He wondered if Betty had had wet dreams.

Sometimes she told him that she did.

He never knew that girls dreamt about fucking as much as Betty did.

She had told him stories of weird things that had happened to her in her mind at night.

It occurred to him that maybe Betty really wanted to have sex adventures but that she couldn’t admit it to herself.

Slowly, gently, he moved his lips over her flesh.

He felt the warmth of her skin and its smoothness. His face came around in front of her hips and down over her belly, moving slowly along the curves, lowering to the crinkly hair of her cunt.

She sighed, still sleeping, and turned over onto her back.

The morning light flooded in over her in gold highlights.

Her legs lay spread wide at the thighs.

She was as loose-limbed and agile as can be.

Lazily, he looked down at her cunt. The lips were tight and closed like a flower. The pink clitoris peeked through, and light danced on it.

Leonard began to feel himself getting hot. She turned him on always, lit him up like an electric bulb.

He felt the juice beginning to bounce up in his cock. It was getting stiff now, no mistaking the feeling. He began to kiss the high mound of her cunt, not taking care any longer to let her sleep.

It was like she got up, he thought. They could fuck around a little bit before check-out.

He rested his head on her cunt and lay there just breathing in.

The aroma became more intense now, and he was sure that she’d been dreaming about sex. Maybe some guy screwing her, maybe a thousand pricks poking her twat.

Lazily, he let his tongue slip out of his mouth. He caught the tip of her clit with his tongue now and began to lap at it gently.

He heard her sigh and move around a bit. Then he felt the gesture of her arm as it fell forward and landed on his naked back.

Her fingers began to play with the back of his neck.

She was awake.

Her fingers went up into his hair and massaged his scalp. He heard her sigh, still lazily, still half asleep.

Not certain, probably, that she was really getting a job from him, that he was eating her.

She moaned again and again and seemed finally to come awake altogether and understand what was going on.

“Oh, honey, honey,” she crooned.

She moved her hips a little for better balance and widened her legs even further.

She reached down with her free hand and pulled aside the lips of her cunt. His mouth went more easily now, in between where the clit was coming up more and more erect.

He felt the pressure of his hand on her skull. She was directing him what to do, making him work his tongue harder on her cunt.

He knew what she liked. She liked him to slobber around there in long stroking motions of his tongue. She liked him to move from the clit to the hole and back again.

He wanted to please her, to make her hot, to make her quiver with desire.

He worked his tongue more fully and flattened it out completely on the inner lips.

He reached down to where the cunt hole was oozing juice. He took it onto his own tongue. It was sticky and sweet. It tasted like melted candy. He swallowed it.

He kept working his stiffened tongue round and round her hole now, feeling her response. She began to grind her hips.

She swayed back and forth, lifting her pelvis, as though she were getting fucked by his cock.

He grabbed hold of her thighs and held them wide.

He got up on her knees and straddled her waist. They were in a sixty-nine formation. He felt his dick slapping down against the skin between her breasts. She reached her hand to his cock and grabbed hold of it. She began to massage it now, from the base to the bulb and back again. His cock was near her mouth. He moved slightly so that she could get her lips to it.

In a moment, he felt the soft, warm sensation of her tongue on his dick. She was licking it and kissing it.

She was being gentle, not furious yet; she was just getting hotter. He knew that she liked to fondle and play with his cock as though it was a toy that turned her on.

She could take all the time that she liked, but he could sense that she was beginning to burn now.

With both hands, she grasped his cock and pulled it down to her face.

She was working it harder and harder, longer and longer, sucking him off really well.

They were working in rhythm with each other, and any minute, he knew that he was going to blow his cream into her face.

At the same time, he felt that she was going to do the same to him.

He sensed her beginning to contract with the convulsions that would shoot her liquid into his mouth.

And then it was happening.

He felt her suddenly contract all the muscles, closing like a fist, and then spewing forth her liquids.

The knowledge of her orgasm turned him on all the way, and he exploded. His cock went off like a firecracker, shooting and shooting into her mouth. He felt the convulsions as she shot and shot.