"You never know what to expect," she said. "It's hard to predict what people might like. You for instance. What do you like."

"Like?"

"What do you like to do with a woman."

"I like to fuck."

Zelda chuckled. "Yes, I suppose you do. But what else? Do you like sucking a woman?"

"Boy, you sure ask the questions, don't you?"

"I like to know what I'm getting into."

"Sure, I like to suck. I always suck it before I fuck it. Come on, let's make it."

She nodded and lifted her purse. He didn't seem too bright, but she didn't need his brain. What she wanted was his tongue and cock and his hard little ass.

She drove him to a motel, checked in and received the key to a room. Then outside she gave Malcolm ten dollars and told him to find a bottle of Scotch. He was back in a few minutes, and at last she had the room and the booze and this healthy young stud ready to fuck her.

"How often do you do this?" she said, pouring Scotch into a glass and handing it to him.

He looked at her. "Do what?"

"Make it with a woman like me you pick up in a bar."

He smiled at her. "Every chance I get."

"Maybe you like blondes."

"I like tits and ass."

"Is that what I have?"

"That's right."

She moved close to him and put her hand on the bulge in his crotch. "I've been looking at this all evening. Mmmmmm, it feels big."

"It is big."

"How big?"

"Eight inches."

"Oh my, how nice. Let's have a look."

She unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. He had a handsome prick, the foreskin cut away completely, the knob pink and juicy looking. She fingered the soft skin behind his cock-head, pulling it back to look at the veins. His cock wasn't completely hard yet, but it dangled long and thick and she could tell he hadn't been exaggerating about it. He certainly had a big cock. Then he pushed her fingers any and closed his own hand around his cock-shaft.