Chapter 22

I already knew where I wanted to go, and a short time later we were pulling up in front of one of the motels we regularly dropped my former classmates off at on weekends. The owner recognized me and asked how I had been, and he even gave me a nice discount without my even asking.

And the room must have been one of his better ones. It had a TV, queen-sized bed, and a two person loveseat. We settled on the loveseat and Mandy sat next to me and we started kissing. We spent maybe 40 minutes kissing and I caressed her face as her hands slid up and down my back. Finally we broke and looked into each other’s eyes, and she asked me to go get something to eat, she was hungry. We both agreed on pizza, so after getting a bag she had in the trunk I drove off.

I went ahead and got two of them, and a pack of coke and wine coolers. When I got back, she was sitting on the bed in the robe I had gotten her. And it looked great, the silk looking wonderful against her body. It was also obvious she was not wearing a bra under it. She gave me another kiss, then we sat at the table and started eating.

The TV was playing an old Bond film with Roger Moore, and we watched it as we talked. She thought the motel was great, as each room was its own little cabin or two rooms in one cabin. “Yeah, everybody that stayed here said this was the better of the two, most of the girls stayed at this one. The one next door is nice also, and they also show adult movies which the guys seemed to like.”

“Ugh, no thank you. I admit the ones you got were sexy as hell. But I’m afraid now if I watched one, I would end up seeing sis up there. I don’t think I could ever watch one again now because of that.”

“Yeah, same here. We both liked watching them, and I tried to find ones that were better than others. We got some stinkers, but the older ones were pretty good. But I knew this place was close, and it was also very nice. So I figured this would be the place to go.”

We finished most of the pizza, and moved to the couch. I kicked off my shoes, and she sat in my lap. And soon I was holding Mandy close as we kissed, my hands caressing her back as her hands caressed my face and ran through my hair. And I could tell my first impression was right, she was only wearing panties under the robe. I let my hands caress her back, occasionally moving to my fingernails as I ran them up and down her spine, causing lovely shivers as she wiggled in my lap. She turned in my lap so she was sitting astraddle me, her knees lightly squeezing my sides.

After about 10 minutes I slid her robe open, and lowered my head to take her left nipple into my mouth. It was hard, and she cradled my head against her, murmuring and kissing my head as I suckled delightedly on her hard nubs again. I moved to her other nipple as I reached up and gently removed the robe. I let it slide to the ground, leaving her just in her panties.

I felt her hands pulling me up so I released her nipple with a soft plop and our lips met again in a deep kiss. After several minutes I lowered my hands to her panty clad ass and holding tight I stood up. Her legs wrapped around my waist and squeezed as she gave a delightful squeak. I walked us both over to the bed and sat her on the edge. I stood up a moment to stretch my back, and looked down at her.

Blue, I immediately noticed that the panties she was wearing were dark blue, a perfect match for the robe. And knowing how into clothes she was, that had to have been on purpose. I bent to kiss Mandy again but she reached up and put her hands on my chest. I felt her pull my shirt out of my jeans, then I bent without her asking so she could remove it. Her hands then caressed my chest, and she softly kissed my belly.

“I always loved your body Pete, but in the last few years it has gotten even better. Not big and bulky like a bodybuilder, but sleek, firm and hard like a racehorse or greyhound.” She then reached down to my belt and opened it, then opened my jeans. She slid them over my hips and down my thighs, then lifting one foot at a time had me step out of them.

“And your thighs, that always surprises me” she said, running her hands up and down one, then the other. “You always wore those loose jeans, which hides the size of your thighs. Can you even wear straight leg jeans like 501s?”

I shook my head. “Nope, not since I was a kid. All the skiing and bicycling growing up, and the running I do now prevents that. I bought some a year or so back, ripped out the inseam within two months. I wear either slacks or loose fit jeans for that very reason.”

“I believe it! How much do you run?”

I thought in my head for a moment. “Oh, on average around 20 to 25 miles a week. Not every day, but when I run it is normally around 5 miles every other day or so. Sometimes less, sometimes more. I did do a half marathon last year, I came in at a little over an hour and a half.”

She was still running her hands up and down my legs, from my calves up over my thighs, then down again. I shivered slightly, it felt so good and was so gentle. Then she slid her hands up over my hips and grabbed the waist to my shorts. Carefully pulling the front out she when pulled them down.

“Oh” she softly said as she slid them down past my knees and let go, so they fell around my ankles. “Pete, I had caught glimpses a few times, but had not really seen you before. You look, perfect.” I sighed deeply as she reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock, just holding it and squeezing softly. “Sis is right, you are the perfect size. A very nice length, and just thick enough I can barely get my hand around it, but not so thick as to cause pain. You feel amazing in my hand.”

“Mandy, your hand feels amazing around me” I said, She looked up into my eyes and smiled, and her hand started to move back and forth. She had a great technique, holding just tight enough so the skin was moving back and forth under her hand along my shaft, but not so tight as to squeeze. What I had always called inside my own head “pussy tight”.

“Pete, come and lay down. I’m sure you wanted to go first, but I don’t want to wait anymore. More than any guy before, I want to do this to you. And I want to fully enjoy it when I do.”

I stepped out of my underwear, and I slid onto the bed. She smiled at me and stood to slip off her panties, then crawled up the bed and laid next to me. I saw a small but neatly trimmed bush, and I wondered if she always trimmed it like that. It seemed to be maybe half the size it would grow naturally I guessed. And while not short like as the hair on my head, it seemed she trimmed the length of the hairs as well.

She laid next to me, and once again grasped my cock and started to stroke. This time with a lighter grip, so her hand slid over my skin causing me to moan slightly. After doing this for a minute or so she let go, then lowered her hand to my balls. “Hmm, about the size of medium eggs. I hope they have been getting ready for me, I plan on leaving them dry come morning.”

She continued to rub and stroke my cock, every minute or so changing something in how she was doing it. Sometimes going faster, sometimes slowing to almost agonizing slowness. Squeezing almost too hard, then loosening her grip so it was just her skin rubbing against mine. It all felt amazing, and I could feel myself growing closer and closer.

“Mandy, I’m getting close” I hoarsely whispered, knowing I could not hold off much longer. Her hand had been moving faster and faster, and her grip just the perfect firmness.

“Good, I want you to cum Pete. I want to see you cum, and make you shoot that lovely stuff all over. Go ahead, let it go Pete. Let it all out so I can see that lovely stuff shooting out of your cock. I have dreamed of doing this for so long.”

I groaned deep and felt my entire body from my ankles to my neck tighten and I could not hold back any longer. I arched my head back, groaned, and then the pulses started. My cock throbbing over and over as my balls were as tight as possible, spurts of cum shooting out, almost painful in their pleasure. The release indescribable once it finally hit.

I heard Mandy give a gasp as the first spurts blasted out. And as it had been over a week, I knew it was impressive because I felt a few splatters on my cheek. Then more, under my chin. And she kept stroking, slowing down just perfectly as the spurts eased off, finally just holding me as my orgasm ended. I felt completely wasted, and was breathing deeply, regaining my breath and self-control again.

“Oh my god Pete, oh my god. I have never seen a guy cum like that! Oh my god!”

I opened my eyes and looked down. And I could see splatters on my chest, and on my belly, and the final amounts still oozing out of the head of my cock and covering her hand. “God, is it always like that?”

I reached out and slid my hand behind her head and pulled her lips to mine, kissing her deeply. Our tongues caressed each other for a minute or two, until finally satisfied I broke the kiss and sighed happily.

“Sorry, one thing I love is kissing my partner when one of us or the other has an orgasm. I so wanted to when I came, but you said you wanted to see so I held back. As for my cum, it is normally not that strong. That was an unusually strong one.”

“I’ll say it was! I felt some of it on my arm and even my cheek and shoulder from that first shot. And you even have some on your cheek there.” She then leaned forward and actually licked the small glob off of my cheek. She pulled back and grinned at me. “And you taste good too.”

We both laughed, and she reached under her pillow and brought out a small hand towel. She had even prepared for this, and proceeded to gently wipe off first her hand, then my body, from throat to cock. She was gentle, and also very thorough. Finally she was finished, and chuckled at seeing how small I had gotten.

“Damn, you grow more than any guy I had ever seen before! I would hardly believe that little thing I see now grew so large.”

“Yeah, I’m a grower not a shower, that’s for sure. The gal I was seeing in Japan even commented on that to me. She said black guys hardly change in size, they just get more firm. It surprised her she said when I would grow from almost nothing. She had no idea a cock could change so much in size on a guy.”

“Well, I have seen and felt my share of them, but you are unusual there. If I saw you like this and did not know, I might even be disappointed. While nothing like sis, I have held my share of dicks in the last few years. And I have to admit, like this you are easily one of the smallest I have ever seen. But full size, you are easily one of the largest.”

I chuckled. “And how many exactly has that been?”

She grinned, and closed her eyes a moment. “Hmm, six. No, wait. seven. And now it is eight.”

“And they were what, mostly from 14 to 16 or so?”

“Yeah, pretty much. And yeah, I know you are bigger than you were at that age. Oh stop looking at me like that, sis told me. We got to talking about dicks one time and she commented on how you had definitely grown from when you two first got together. If you had been this size when you two first got together, you might have killed her.”

We both chuckled. “Yeah, she always was a little thing. And I see that now, thinking back on it. When we first got together, her hand fit around me about like yours does now. But your hand is larger than her hand at 14. I guess since it is part of me I just never noticed is all.”

“Yep, same here. I never realized I started to grow until these two cones popped out from my chest. And for a while there I thought they would never stop growing.”

I reached out and heard her purr as I let my hand cup and lightly squeeze her breast. Her nipple was still hard, and the full firmness felt amazing in my hand. “Well, remember our conversation about that long ago? I predicted when you were 13 that they would grow into a D cup. And it looks like I was right. Am I?”

“Yeah, you did. ‘Full C or D’ you said and that is right. Some bras I still get in C cup, most I get are a D now. I think they are right at the edge, so that sometimes makes a difference.”

“Just like your mom. You know, I have never seen a picture of your dad that I can remember. What does he look like?”

She sighed. “Well, he is my mom’s height, about 5’5”. And my mom says he ‘Looks like a weasel, both in face, body, and behavior’. So yeah, I bet sis takes after him in the body area. He is below average for a guy, and he really is skinny. Maybe 140 pounds if that.”

“Sounds like it. That makes him about four or five inches below average height, which is about how much smaller Linda is from average for a female. I bet she is predominantly his genes, and you are predominantly your mom’s genes. Of course, remember that determines mostly body, not behavior.”

“Oh, I know. But sis really did take after him I think in behavior also. I know from before he went away he always doted on her, and whenever we went after she stopped visiting him he would always ask about her before he really talked to me or mom. In a few months is my last mandatory visit.”

“Are you going to keep seeing him after that?” I asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know. But I can tell you this, the last few years he has changed. I remember when I was young he always seemed to act like nothing was his fault, and everything was done to him. Now, all that anger he always had before seems to be gone. He is up for parole again in two years, and this time I think he will get it. He has not been in trouble for over three years now, and he actually is almost finished with a degree in general education.”

“Well, take this as just my opinion, but I would say give him a chance. Having family might make a difference when he gets out, between him returning to crime and staying true to his new self.”

Mandy nodded slowly. “Yeah, mom said the same thing. Even she said he is different, more like when they first met instead of how he was towards the end. I think that if he stays away from alcohol he might make it.”

“That’s good. Does he know about Linda?”

“Uh, kinda? He knows you two broke up, but I have not told him nothing else.”

“Mandy, this might be hard, but you need to tell him. Let him get used to the idea before he gets out. Because the last thing you would want is to have him find out like I did.”

“Oh god, I never thought of that! Yes, he may well want some porn after so long, and seeing her in that way might kill him.”

I nodded. “At least for me, it was actually a good thing. As I said, at that time after the breakup I actually had thoughts of returning here and winning her back. Seeing those movies and realizing when they were made ended that. And to be honest, I was not even watching it, I was laying in bed and reading. My roomie then was always playing porn, and I just tuned them out. It was her voice while she was getting fucked that caught my attention, and that largely ended it for me.”

“Largely?” Mandy asked.

“Largely. The final straw was a few weeks later when he came home with another one. That was the one I rewound and saw she made it last year, and after she turned 18. We were still supposed to be together, so she was unquestionably cheating on me in that one after I left. That ended it for sure.”

She held me tight and rested her head on my chest. “What can I say, my sis is a cunt. She had the best guy she would ever find, and fucked everything up herself. You two would be married by now otherwise, right?”

I nodded, and bent to kiss her forehead and squeezed her tight. “Yeah, I would have had my leave packet ready as soon as I could take it. We would have been married, and she likely would already be in Okinawa by now. In fact, this was about the time frame we had considered we would maybe try for a kid.”

“She really was stupid. But her loss is my gain, at least until you leave. I know this is really only a vacation fling, but I already miss you because I know you are leaving soon.”

“I know, and I already miss you too Mandy. You know I love you, right?”

Her head moved up and we were suddenly kissing again. This time it was more passionate than before, and after a bit I rolled her onto her back and started to caress her body. Her shivers were delightful as my hand caressed her breasts, then moved down. Finally caressing her belly, before moving further down.

I let my fingers slide down to run through her pubic hair. I slid my tongue deep into her mouth as I let my fingers play with it, run through her short patch of slightly curly hairs and pull gently with my fingertips. Then I caressed the rest of her pubic area, feeling just a bare hint of stubble from where she had shaved part of it clean. I then spent the next several minutes caressing and massaging her mound. I then let my fingers spread out, letting my pinkie and index finger graze along the area where her thighs joined, letting them worm into that little cleft of skin.

As I was doing this, Mandy spread her legs even more, hitching her right leg up over mine and opening herself up widely, invitingly. But I was in no hurry, I wanted to savor this. After a few more minutes caressing I started to move my fingers down a little more.

I grazed over her clit, and spread my fingers as I reached down. I let my thumb caress her left thigh as my index and middle finger caressed slowly over her outer labia on one side of her slit, and my ring and pinkie fingers caressed the other. I could feel the soft spongy flesh, a bit puffy as I let my fingers caress up and down, slowly working my way inwards until I barely grazed her inner lips peeking out, then moving them back out again.