Their bodies quivered in frenzy and then Uncle Cliff collapsed over her limp body. Nancy lay still. Nothing would ever be the same again.
He rolled from her without saying a word, and Nancy could hear him putting on his pajamas. She just lay as he left her, flat on her stomach, with her legs still wide apart on the mattress.
"It's time to leave," Nancy told Barry the next day.
"Leave? To go where?"
"I don't know where you're going, but I'm going to try my luck in Hollywood."
"Like I said before, Nancy you're nuts. Well,
I'm going back to the ranch. It ain't much, but someday it'll be mine. When my old man croaks; anyway.
Well to each his own she thought. Her Uncle Cliff was never going to get his grubby paws on her again! Barry said. "Where'd you get the money to go to Hollywood?"
"My uncle," she said. Of course she didn't add that her Uncle Cliff called her a "dirty little blackmailing slut" and a lot of other things before he coughed up the three hundred dollars.
"Can I grub thirty bucks from you for bus fare home?" Barry asked, blushing a little.
"Sure, Barry. And' I ought to tell you this, too. In a very special way of my own, I'll always remember you. I guess a girl always remembers the first boy in her life. Kiss my mom for me, will you?"
"I may do more than that!" Barry said, and remembered the scene between his brother and Carmelita.
Nancy. missed the point, and just smiled. She couldn't imagine any a young stud like Barry would turn his back on a chance to see Hollywood, with all the glamor and excitement it had to offer, to go back to the ranch to wait for his "old man to croak". But that was his "thing", she decided with a shrug of the shoulders, and Hollywood was hers.
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy arrived in Hollywood by bus. That's not the way she had always planned it, but when she looked at the money she had hit her Uncle Cliff up for, she decided there was no other place to go. The money seemed like her only chance. Bus fare and a month's rent, and, if she didn't eat too much, she could make it.
Nathan Warner was not part, of Nancy's plan. Nathan entered her life fifteen minutes after the bus driver said, "Hollywood, all out, watch your step." In the months that would follow, Nancy would often wonder if the "watch. your step" business didn't have a double meaning.
She stood there at the corner of Ivar and Hollywood Boulevard, next to her cardboard luggage, looking like she just finished milking the cows, clear-skinned~and honey-haired, her, firm young figure looking wholesome and farm-girlish. Those, big, tight tits were attracting their due attention from the wolf eyes passing by, and that's when the blond and extremely handsome Nathan stepped up and convinced her, the luggage was "much too heavy for a little thing like you to lug round town; here, let me help."
And so Nathan Warner helped. He was living, temporarily. (so he said) in a small motel on Sunset Boulevard, and it was "getting much too dark to be apartment-hunting. We can put your luggage in my motel room and hunt you up a place to live tomorrow morning, first thing."
And that's how it came to be that by ten o'clock that night. Nancy found herself paying homage to Nathan's, big, thick dick. It was much bigger than the only other two cocks she had ever seen in her life. But then this was Hollywood and everything was bigger and more fantastic! She let her, hands caress his prick, toy with it, and felt her mouth- watering as she imagined sucking it. It brought a new kind of joy leaping through her.
"It's beautiful, Nathan, I love it. Give it to me. Oh, darling, forget how young I am and give it to me. All of a sudden, now that I'm here in Hollywood, I feel like a woman. Not a little girl any more. And you can help me. You will help me, won't you, Nathan?"
Nathan helped her.
He helped her down on the bedspread in the half-dark motel room. He helped her peel off her stockings and then he stuck his tongue in her mouth. He sent his hands on independent tours of her white shoulders, arms, those remarkable fits, her flat belly, her thighs and her full ass. One of his hands slipped under the waistband of her panties, his fingernails combing her pussy-hair, one finger devilishly pressing at the mouth of her cunt. He helped the warm elusive lips of her cunt to open, to fall away wetly, his fingers finding her cunt, and Nancy's sigh was almost a hiss.
He helped her, too, by pressing the soft flesh of her tits together and running his hot tongue wildly from one rich nipple to the other, faster and faster, kissing, nipping and tonguing the delicious red buttons, pushing his face deep into each trembling globe, leaving them moist with his saliva. The nipples became rubbery and he was leaving little tooth marks all over them. Then he maneuvered his knees beneath her arms and grabbed hold of the bed frame for support. He leaned forward and lay the large purple head of his prick against her lips.
Her nipples thrilled, tensed harder as she stared at the massive hard-on ramming straight up from
his swollen balls. She reached up and took hold of it with her hand. Nancy came apart her brain streaking with multi-colored lights.
And then Nathan Warner helped her stuff his big throbbing cook into her sucking mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and her tongue lapped the juices from the tip. Nathan was groaning continuously. He rubbed his pounding cock all her pretty face, then back into her mouth. He began to rock his hips sliding his oiled cock up and down between the soft lips. His body tossed and arched over her head and he wrapped her arms around his ass to pull his cock deeper into her working mouth.
Nathan helped Nancy all he could by having her stand beside the bed, her legs on either side of him, and letting her rub her dripping cunt against his face. He could seethe pink, open creamy lips of her pussy through the silky wet bush of hair. His lips touched the edges of the tight, tingling lips. He felt on his cheeks the soft blonde hair that surrounded that hot-gash.
Nancy ground her cunt against his sucking mouth for many trembling, breathless moments. The pulsing lips of her cunt parted slightly, wet and ready, finally drenching his lips and tongue completely. Then she could led the teasing rub of his tongue inside her moist hole driving her wild. She began to slowly weave her hips up and down, sliding her tight young cunt up and down, up and down on the warm, slick tongue. She drew it deeper and deeper into her warm hole, loving the
feel of its deep penetration, putting every ounce of her body into the stroke of her slowly churning pussy.
Then Nathan's hands slipped down her back, fingers moving on the supple cheeks of her white ass, and he held them for a moment, lifting the soft mounds of flesh, then massaging them. He dug his strong fingers into the rounded cheeks, separating tern widely before probing one finger into her little butt-hole. He worked the finger until her shitter was loose and the cunt on his tongue was a wildly alive and twitching trap.
Then Nancy was back down on the bed and his tongue was lashing around in her mouth and she could taste her own sweet juices on it. She panted into his mouth, her tongue seeking his, as if to calm it. Their tongues met and they licked each other, making wet slurpy sounds. Nathan's body lifted, his cock searching for the warmth of her young, tight cunt.
Nancy felt his prick glide into her wet, puffy gash?, searching for her hole, finally hooking into it and sinking deep until her cunt-lips hugged at the very base of it. Her nails clawed at his back, reaching down to his ass to urge him deeper.
"Oh, how you can fuck!" Nancy screamed.
She adapted her own rhythm to Nathan's fucking motion, gyrating her hips and blonde haired cunt in time to his movements, allowing herself to savor every moment of his withdrawals, his slow plunges.