Her face got an ugly look and she grabbed my shirt, jerked me over to the bed and pushed me down on it. She straddled my chest reverse cowgirl and her hands went to my zipper. While all this was going on I was doing my best to fight her off right? Yeah! As if!
She got my cock out and said “Piss poor head? I’ll show you a thing or two Buster!”
And she did. I’d only been with three girls since losing my cherry and all three had given me head. Pauline was by far the best and she was my Gold Standard. Up until that night in room 127. Becky deep-throated me. First time in my life. Her nose was buried in my crotch hair and my balls were up tight against her chin. The term “Magic Mouth” came to mind. It only took her three minutes to get me off and then she did what none of the others, including Pauline, had ever done. She swallowed. She sucked me dry and when she pulled off me she snarled:
“How was that for piss poor?”
“Not bad for a beginner. Now get off me so I can get my clothes off.”
She was still on my chest so she spun around and said “Not bad for a beginner? You’ll pay for that asshole!” She scooted up until her crotch was right in my face, grabbed my head and held it while she pushed her beaver at my mouth. “Start paying asshole!”
I’d never been exposed to snarky words and a belligerent attitude in the bedroom before and I wasn’t quite sure how to take it, but I did tell you how long I had lusted after her right? I attacked her pussy and she must have liked it because after a bit she started moaning “Yes yes like that yes.”
Then she surprised the hell out of me by pulling her muff away from me and getting up. “OH fuck; what did I do wrong” I thought, but the thought evaporated when she got back on me in a sixty-nine.
It was another ten minutes or so before I was able to get back on my feet and get my clothes off. After that it was fuck and suck until I couldn’t get it up again to save my life. Beck was trying to get one more out of me and when she couldn’t make it happen she said:
“Not bad. I guess you’ll do.”
I was about to hit her with a wise-assed remark when I stopped and considered what she’d just said. “I guess you’ll do.” Did that mean she was going to hang onto me? If that is what she meant I was going to keep my trap shut.
She let go of my cock, snuggled up against me and fell asleep.
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I woke up first and I sat up in bed and leaned back against the headboard and was looking down at her and wondering about what would come next when she woke up. She rubbed her eyes, looked up at me and said:
“It isn’t that bad.”
“What?”
“The look on your face. Whatever you are thinking can’t be that bad.”
“How would you know what I am thinking?”
“It is written on your face. I’ll make it easy for you. No, we don’t have to worry about getting me home right away. Knowing my mom as well as I do she probably isn’t home yet. More than likely she is just waking up in a motel room like this one.”
I raised an eyebrow at that, she noticed and said “Later. Next on this list is no, we don’t have to go ring shopping today. Next is no, we don’t tell our moms to start thinking about wedding plans. That about cover it?”
“Not even close. Do we do it before we shower, do it in the shower or after the shower.”
“I vote for all three.”
She didn’t get three. After the night we’d just had the best she could get out of me was before the shower and in the shower and in the shower it was marginal at best. We checked out (threw the key on the dresser) and went to Denny’s for breakfast. We ordered and then Becky said:
“I caught the raised eyebrow when I mentioned mom and where she more than likely was. Daddy died six years ago and my mom is a good looking healthy woman. She mourned for a year or so and then went looking for a replacement. She says she’s never met another who could even come close to dad. I’ve told her that she never will because daddy was one of a kind and she was just going to have to settle for second best. She is still looking, but she is a healthy woman and healthy women need a sex life. She doesn’t want to set a bad example for me so she doesn’t bring them home. She still thinks I’m only ten years old and don’t know what’s going on. She thinks I believe her when she tells me she’s had too much to drink and then drive and so she spent the night at Lilly’s, Megan’s or Bev’s.
“Now that’s out of the way we can address the next item on the list. Did you enjoy last night?”
“Of course.”
“Would you like more?”
“Same answer.”
“Enough to forsake all others?”
I frowned at that, but before I could say anything she went on.
“I’m not talking about taking wedding vows here. All I’m asking is can you be exclusive?”
“I’m not getting where you are going with this.”
“Yes you do. You just haven’t come to grips with it yet. I believe in telling it like it is so here goes. I went into last night – the going to the motel part – with the mindset that if Pauline wasn’t lying I was going to wrap you up for myself, but if she had lied it was only going to be a one night stand. I was very happy to find out that not only was Pauline telling the truth, but she hadn’t managed to impart how good you really were.
“Back to last night. I moved because I saw the way the others were looking at you. It was obvious, at least to me anyway, that several of them are going to take a run at you. I don’t share my toys. So the question is can you be exclusive with me? Or are you going to be like a kid in a candy shop wanting to try out everything? I am assuming of course, based on your action in past, that you want me.”
That this might occur had not entered my mind when we had walked into the room the previous evening. I’d been thinking that Becky just wanted to satisfy a curiosity and that it would indeed have just been a one night stand. I’m not going to tell fibs here. Yes indeed I would like to be like a kid in a candy store, but those other girls that Becky who Becky thought might be after me hadn’t been burned into my brain since seventh grade. In other words they were all good looking and in a few cases even sexy looking, but they weren’t Becky. If exclusive got me Becky then exclusive it was going to be. I just smiled at her and said: