Dena Steps Out (KOI 15)
Columbia, 1974
Dena played the whore game to more salubrious effect than most. The sharp-looking redhead had become enamored of the Cindy's Motel place, and one bright December Saturday she called me from her room there. Becca had hitched a ride back to Monroe County that weekend, to participate in some bridal mysteries her family insisted upon, just prior to our wedding.
"Good. Great. I can only use you," Dena responded over the phone to the news of Becca's absence.
Cindy's Model Motel was without charm. Tucked into an asphalt dell mere yards off the Interstate Business Route, it catered to College Town's working girls and the occasional partyin' dorm wing who'd worn out their welcome in the posh downtown hotels. Its finest architectural feature was its good, thick concrete walls between each room.
I found Room 30 and knocked. Dena peeked though the dirty plastic curtains of the picture window beside the dented metal door -- the door's peephole was broken -- and then she silently opened the place to me. She was dressed in a tight-fitting, sleeveless soft cotton shift with hem well above mid-thigh. The shift was almost a nightshirt, red with black striping along the seams. The mod-bodied redhead was wearing nothing underneath, and going barefoot on the room's dirty carpet. The room smelled of fresh cigarette smoke. But neither Dena nor Don smoked.
"Does your husband know you're here?" I asked. It was just an attempt to define the situation.
Dena made a sour face.
"Get it out," she said flatly.
Dena sucked me as I sat uncomfortably on the edge of the sagging motel room bed. My pants were around my ankles.
I'm not a great fan of the suck-suck, not when I'm stone sober and I've only just greeted the chick about two minutes earlier. Sure, I was up. I'd been up since about twenty seconds after Dena phoned. Her rich old second husband probably thought he'd discovered the Fountain of Youth when Dena walked into his life. But Dena was busy right now, in the early stages of walking away from her first husband.
Dena's extraordinary face began to blush as she gnawed around my bone. Her arms were down my bare thighs, her small hands pressing into my waist and squeezing in rhythm to the slurping of her tongue. To assist myself, I recalled the time Dena had worked this way on Danny, Don and me. She was an adept, teasing and prolonging Danny's torture, to Don's delight and perpetual commentary. The exercise that day concluded with...
And the motel room's one incandescent light flickered as I came into Dena's mouth.
" ' course I'm swallowing it. I'm Don's sweet-ass wife." Dena moved up on me, still in her shift, and began to unbutton me down the front. I kicked off my pants, getting good contact with Dena's silken, goldenwhite legs in the process. Dena curled into my naked lap, letting the shift slide above her smooth pink buttocks, and rocked me back toward the center of the wobbly mattress. She had grown uncharacteristically kittenish on her way up.
"I'm such a slut for you guys. That's how you think about me, isn't it," Dena purred. She was smiling, eyes flirting. But there was confusion underneath.
"No, we don't," I demurred. "You're Don's... unusual wife."
"Uh-uh. Uh-uh." Dena tried to tickle my left nipple. "I
want
to be a whore."
Dena still wore her shift, but I was naked, at her mercy. I wriggled away from her fingers, and snaked a hand down between her legs.
"Hey," I went. "Where is it?"
"Where is what?" giggled Dena. "You want hair pie, or
pussy?
"
I pushed her off my lap onto the bed. Dena's hairless mound was as white as her belly. It arched high, cleft by a deep dimple that echoed the dimple of her chin. Her smooth, pale biglips merged clean to her crotch and to the goldenwhite round of her thighs.
"I had Pete help me shave it last night. A little surprise for Don, when I get back from my aunt's funeral.
"You've never seen a shaved pussy before? Neither have I. I think it helps a lot. Ummm, yeah..."
I was stroking the firm, gleaming bulge. Stuck a thumb into the frictionless hole.
"Come on, Rick. You're ready again."
I rolled onto Dena's perfect little body. Her shift lay loosely over her waist, its hem caught up just above her sexy bellybutton. She was breathing hard, for her, using her belly. My cock felt big, heavier than usual, lolling in the smooth groove of Dena's elevated mound. I sloowly stuffed dick into the shaven vagina, ground my pubis around and into Dena's bald mons.
"Yeah," she cooed. "Scratch me itchee..."
And then it was punch punch punch, Dena and me all over the bed. The amateur whorelet grabbed her perfect legs around me to hold us to while she wrestled the shift off and threw it over the edge of the bed. Dena's red hair was flying over the bedpillows, over the satiny pillows of her breasts, and she took me up in a shootfighting mode for some minutes, both of us swiveling to stay engaged as bodies and limbs separated and recombined, kicked and rubbed, shared breath and spit. Finally, I got Dena pinned, fucked her mesomorphic cunt slowly while I regained my charge of dickheaviness, passing penis through Dena's vaginal folds flickering waving riplets around my dong. I put it to her harder. Dena had been purring; now she began to grunt.
"Okay, whorelet?"
"Anytime, big boy."
And it took some more time. I collected Dena's thighs between mine, while I lay hard on top, and I humped firmly over the bud below her bare mound. Dena liked it so much she just stopped moving.
"Yeah." Her face was as sweetly innocent as I'd ever seen it.
"Wiggle 'round a little," I urged.
Dena's hips began a little dance beneath my weight. Squib, squib, our bodies rubbed together. My balls were dancing in the cup of her lap, 'twixt perfect goldenwhite thighs. Dena's wild red hair was blinding in the light of the room's single bulb. My bulb was deep inside the girl, and something was happening at its tip.
"Wigglewigglewigglewiggle..."
