At seventeen, Karen Carter was less aware of what sex was all about than most girls her age. All she knew was that it was "dirty and sinful." Her parents had taught her that and she had no reason to doubt them. She was even more positive they were right when Peter Whitney tried to "do something" to her in his car that night. She hoped that would be her last experience with boys like Peter-she was sure the people she would meet at Hernando's Lodge, where she was going to work that summer, would have better things to do with their time. Karen soon discovered how wrong she was!
I
Karen Carter looked at the girl sitting next to her in the back seat of the taxi. Linda Smith was a very sexy girl, there was no doubt about that. Karen wondered if the stories the boys at school told about Linda could really be true. But that was foolish, Karen thought. Just because a girl is sexy doesn't mean she's a tramp.
Linda had been so nice to tell her about the job for a waitress at Hernando's Lodge. Linda had really "saved the summer for her. After what had happened at Jack's party, Karen just couldn't bear staying home for the summer and working at Tony's luncheonette. She couldn't bear having to see Pete Whitney every day. After what had happened at Jack's party it would be too humiliating.
Karen looked at Linda again. Linda was staring out the window, trying to catch a familiar landmark. This would be her second year at Hernando's. She already knew the ropes.
Karen couldn't help noticing how tight Linda's slacks were across her crotch. She couldn't help noticing the way they pressed between the lips of her pussy, making twin bulges against the tight denim. Maybe she bought a size too small, Karen thought. Certainly she wouldn't have gone around that way on purpose. Karen wanted to tell Linda how her pussy was visible but she was too embarrassed. Her eyes turned down to her own skirt to assure herself that she wasn't revealing more than was proper.
But Linda's pants weren't the only thing bothering Karen. Her new friend was wearing a tight pullover blouse with a natural line bra. Linda's nipples had grown hard under the bra and were now clearly visible against the front of the blouse. Karen knew men had looked at her when they had gotten off the bus, especially when Linda's breasts jiggled a little as they walked quickly to the taxi stand. But Linda hadn't seemed to notice. It's just as well, Karen thought. There's no need to embarrass her when she can't do anything about it. She was pleased that although her own blouse was a little thin, she had been careful to wear a bra that gave her good support and that concealed her breasts. It would be wrong to let men see too much. Her mother had warned her how they sometimes got the wrong idea about a girl when she showed off her body in a provocative way.
She was afraid she had given the wrong idea to Peter Whitney. She knew it had been her own fault but that was what had made her feel so terrible about it. She knew she couldn't possibly face Peter after what had happened at Jack's party. After what she had done, Peter couldn't possibly respect her.
Karen had watched her brother put his arm around Betty Novick's waist and draw her closer to him. She had understood why Dick hadn't wanted her to come to Jack's party. Mom would have had a fit if she had seen what Dick was doing. Everybody in school knew Betty Novick was nothing but an easy lay. Karen knew what her brother was trying to do and it made her feel a little excited. When Peter Whitney put his arm around her waist she felt the same way.
Peter was one of her brother's best friends. They went to the same college and sometimes Dick would start to tell her about the trouble they had gotten into together. Karen listened intently to each word but Dick always stopped before he got to the part she wanted to hear most. He would tell her about how the girls he dated were so passionate but then he would leave the rest to her imagination.
Karen lay awake nights trying to think of endings for her brother's stories. She always knew how the stories should end but somehow there was always a problem with the details. She knew it was because she was still a virgin. Although she had looked at pictures in books and read stories, that last part was always cloudy. Sometimes she wondered how she could ever wait until she was married.
But she knew that was foolish. Other girls did it and she would too. It was wrong for a girl to give herself to any man besides her husband. She turned her head away so she wouldn't have to see the way
Betty's breasts brushed against her brother's chest.
Dick had tried hard not to say anything when Peter had invited her to Jack's party. Karen knew Dick hadn't wanted her tagging along. But their mother didn't let her go out on many dates. When she heard Dick would be at the same party, she had given her consent, even though most of the guests would be college kids. Karen was still finishing up her last year in high school.
Dick had been mad at Karen for accepting the date and he had been mad at Peter for asking her. Karen wondered if he was just trying to be protective or whether it was something else, something he didn't want her to know about the parties he and Peter went to. Karen was beginning to find her answer. Somebody had already turned the lights out and couples were dancing together very closely.
Karen was a well-developed seventeen. She would be graduating from high school soon and she had already been accepted at a good secretarial school for the fall. She already had the body of a woman and most of the boys in her high school class were too afraid of her to take her out. Somehow they seemed to think that just because her breasts were already full, she was too sexy to be seen with.
She had been happy when Peter had called her up. Even after all the stories Dick had told her, she had never believed Peter was anything but a gentleman. He had always been very respectful toward her when he had come to visit at the house.
Tonight she had wanted to look her best for Peter. She was wearing her best party dress and she had even been so bold as to sprinkle a few drops of perfume on her breasts-not that Peter would be able to smell it there-but it had made her feel very grown-up.
Peter had gone to the bathroom. Dick had told her that when you drank beer you had to pee a lot. Peter had been drinking a lot of beer. Karen wanted to take some beer too but she was afraid Dick might see her and tell on her. If that happened she knew it would be the last time she would be allowed to see Peter.
When Peter didn't come back as quickly as she had expected, Karen began to feel a little funny standing alone in the middle of the room. She decided to go and see if she could find him. There would be nothing wrong with that. It was a big house and people had flowed over into all the different rooms.
The door to the downstairs bathroom was open and Karen decided he must have gone upstairs. It had been getting a bit hot and crowded in the living room and Karen felt better in the hall. Secretly she was hoping Peter would offer to drive her home a little early. She wanted to be alone with him, to have him put his arm around her. Am I maybe to have a chance to brush her breasts against his chest, like Betty was doing to her brother. Oh, no, Karen thought. It's not right to tease Peter. What's happening to me?
She wasn't sure where the second floor bathroom was. She had never been inside Jack's house before and it seemed so large. At the end of the hall there was a half-opened door and Karen decided to try it.
Jack was downstairs and his parents were out for the evening, but somehow Karen still felt funny about opening doors in a strange house. Instead of pushing right inside, she peeked in through the opening. What she saw stopped her cold.
At the far end of the room there was a door which she knew must be for a bathroom. The door was open and there was light shining from it. It was the only light in the room but Karen could still see the couple on the bed. She could see that the girl was Joan Hammond and that the man sprawled on top of her was Roger Murray.
They were locked in a very close embrace and Karen knew it was wrong to watch them. The way they were kissing and caressing each other they must have wanted privacy. Probably they had been drinking and had forgotten to close the door.
Karen quickly looked behind her and saw that the hall was empty. She would just watch for a moment, no one would see her. There really wouldn't be any harm in it. There was something about the way Joan and Roger were making out that made her want to watch. There was something about the way Roger's hands were exploring Joan's body that suggested they were going to go all the way.
Roger's fingers were pulling Joan's sweater up so he could reach under it. Karen watched his hand disappear and then become a bulge over the swell of Joan's small breast. She's letting him feel her up, Karen thought. She's not doing anything to stop him! As Roger's hand squeezed against the firm lace of Joan's bra she seemed to be lifting her body off the bed, pressing closer to him.
As Karen watched, Roger's hand came out from under the sweater. He braced himself on the bed and sat up for a moment. Then, in one smooth motion, he took hold of the hem of Joan's sweater and quickly pulled it up to her neck, exposing her white bra. But Joan was helping him. She was raising her back off the bed, making it easier for him to bare her white body. She was reaching for the hem of the sweater and taking it away from him. While Roger sat back for a second, Joan sat up on the bed and pulled the sweater off over her head.
"Turn around," Roger was saying to Joan. Joan twisted sideways so her back was toward him and Karen saw Roger reach for the straps which held her bra in place. He fumbled with them for a few minutes, trying to find the tiny hooks which held them. Then the straps came loose and Joan's hands lifted the cups away from her small breasts. She quickly lay on her back again and Roger covered her with his body.
Karen tried to get a look at Joan's breasts but Roger was lying on top of them. Although they seemed small, Karen had caught a glimpse of their gentle upward curve. Now, with Roger lying on top of them, they were flattened out completely against her chest. When Roger rolled to the side a little, Karen could see that Joan's nipples were dark-brown. She could see that as Roger squeezed them, they grew hard under his fingers.
Karen forgot about the hallway behind her. She forgot about her promise to herself not to watch. She was about to see the conclusion of her dream. She was about to see what it was like when two people had sex together.
She noticed that Joan's hand seemed to be struggling to touch the front of Roger's pants. She noticed that Roger's hands were beginning to rub against Joan's soft thighs, to press against the bare flesh of her legs where they came free of the confines of her short skirt. And her skirt was short! The way they were lying on the bed, Karen could see that the hem just barely covered Joan's panties. Roger could see it too.
At first Joan stopped him when he tried to put his hand under the hem of her skirt. Karen could see Joan squirming as Roger touched something that was still out of sight. She tried to imagine where Roger's hand had pressed but she knew it could only have been one place. Without thinking, her own hand traveled to the front of her dress. She squeezed her legs together a little and pressed her hand where they met. She felt a warm, wet sensation. She suddenly realized what she had been doing and quickly pulled her hand away.
But Joan wasn't pulling Roger's hand away any more. She had let him push her skirt up a little higher and Karen could see the bottom of her underpants now. She could see that Roger's middle finger was pressing against them. She could see that his middle finger was forcing the smooth nylon down between the lips of Joan's vagina.
Joan was still squirming but as she squirmed her skirt worked its way farther up toward her waist. Her legs were free and Karen saw her spread them a little in a very unlady-like pose. She was still struggling with something at the front of Roger's pants and when Roger lifted his weight off the girl, Karen could see that Joan was unbuckling his belt. She was trying to take off his pants!
But Roger was too busy wiggling his finger against Joan's vagina to help her with the pants. He seemed to have found one spot in particular and kept rubbing it frantically. Joan kept fumbling with his belt but she was having trouble. What Roger's hand was doing seemed to distract her.
Joan lay back on the bedspread and squeezed her legs together again. It was the opportunity Roger had been waiting for. His hands quickly found the waistband of her panties and he tugged them gently. Karen watched Joan arch her hips so her rear end was off the bed. Roger tugged at her panties until they started to slide down her hips. At first Karen could just see a few strands of Joan's golden pubic hair. Then, as Roger tugged her panties down all the way to the middle of her thighs, Karen saw the whole golden mound. Joan's vagina was open to view.
But Roger wasn't wasting any time looking at it. Frantically he kept tugging at the thin panties. Joan lay back on the bed again and raised her feet in the air. Roger pulled her panties off and dropped them to the floor. He didn't even bother to look to see where they fell.
Karen stared at the other girl's vagina but it was only uncovered for a moment. Quickly Roger's hand again pressed to it and this time there was no thin layer of nylon to protect Joan's intimate treasure. Roughly, Roger's finger again found her tender clit and rubbed hard. Karen could see from the look on Joan's face that she couldn't help what she was doing. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth half-opened.
"Please," Joan moaned. "Take off your pants."
Roger's probing finger seemed to find what it was looking for. It seemed to go deep inside Joan's vagina as his hand twisted like a corkscrew. When he pulled the finger out again, Karen could see that it was shiny. She thought of how her own vagina sometimes made a cream that oozed out the opening when she got excited.
"Please hurry," Joan moaned, but this time Roger's hands were on his belt buckle. In an instant he did what Joan's trembling hands had failed to do. The buckle opened and he was reaching for the button at his waist.
Joan's hands reached up to help him as he pulled at his fly. At first Karen thought he had caught the zipper but then she watched as the front of his pants were peeled open, revealing his white Jockey shorts. Karen could see there was a hard bulge pressing out against the front of them. She knew she was about to see one part of her dream that she had always had trouble with. She was about to see a man with a hard penis.
Roger's hands struggled to clear away the pants which were now in his way. Karen could tell he was in a hurry now. He was looking down at Joan like she was something that was too good to be true. He was looking down at her as though he thought that if he didn't do it right away, she would disappear. Joan's hands reached for the front of his shorts as he pulled them down. Karen gasped as his hard penis came into view.
It was bigger than she had expected. She had occasionally overheard her girl friends joking about how big they thought their boy friend's penises were but nothing that they had even suggested came close to describing the organ which was now standing straight out from Roger's body. It was long and thick and the two balls hanging beneath it were covered with dark, curly hair. She couldn't take her eyes off it.
Karen was so intent upon watching the couple on the bed that she had forgotten about Peter and her intentions to go and find him. Standing in the half-open door, she had forgotten the hallway behind her. It was no longer empty.
Peter had seen her standing at the end of the hallway but from the stairs he couldn't see what she was looking at. He was a little drunk and he wanted to play a joke on her. He came up behind her quietly.
Karen felt the arm go around her waist and gasped. If she hadn't been afraid of alerting the couple on the bed she would have cried out loud. She saw it was Peter and tried to step back away from the door, hoping that he wouldn't see what she had been looking at, but Peter held her tight. His eye caught on the couple on the bed and he seemed to freeze. "Holy shit," Karen heard him whisper.
Although Peter didn't even try and conceal his fascination in the naked couple, Karen felt horribly embarrassed. She had been caught spying, caught by her brother's best friend. She felt terrible. Peter couldn't help but know what she had been thinking; he couldn't help but know how fascinated she had been by the sight of the naked bodies making love.
At first she thought Peter might pull her away, but as his eyes focused on the couple, his body seemed to go stiff. Karen wished he would let go of her. The sight of Joan and Roger making love was terribly exciting to her and from Peter's hot breath on the side of her neck, she realized he was getting excited too.
But Karen couldn't take her eyes off the couple.
She couldn't help but see the way Joan's hand reached down to Roger's penis and her fingers wrapped around it. She couldn't help but see the way Joan spread her legs apart so Roger could lie between them when she raised her knees. She couldn't help but see the way Joan guided Roger's penis to her furry mound and shoved it between the hairy lips.
The head of Roger's penis disappeared inside the hungry opening. Joan's hands went around his back and clung to him as Roger slowly pressed his hips harder against Joan's. Karen could see something was stopping him. It seemed his whole body was balanced on the shaft of his penis. But Roger thrust his hips down harder and the shaft of his penis began to disappear inside Joan's body. Joan's slippery walls were closing over him.
Karen forgot Peter was standing behind her, forgot he was holding her where she was. She took a step backwards and felt her rear end bump against something hard in the front of his pants. This time he didn't stop her. This time he put his arm around her and let her turn away. "Come on, let's get out of here," he whispered in her ear.
She hardly felt it when he put her coat on her shoulders. She tried to look at him but all she could see was a picture of Joan and Roger flashing in front of her eyes. All she could feel was an aching sensation deep between her legs.
Yet she knew what Peter was doing. She knew why they were leaving the party even though it was still early. When Peter opened the car door for her she slid all the way over toward the driver's side so she would still be close to him. She knew they weren't going home yet. Peter started the motor and Karen felt the car move forward, but although she was staring straight ahead at the road, all she could see was Roger and Joan.
Karen felt her whole body trembling. All she could think of was that she had just seen Joan Hammond and Roger Murray making love. All she knew was that it had made her very excited. She didn't remember how her mother had warned her to always be careful on a date. She didn't see the other parked cars along Bedford Lane and the half-naked lovers who grappled with each other inside them. When Peter cut the engine and turned off the headlights she imagined they were absolutely alone.
"Karen, you're beautiful."
Karen didn't notice the awkwardness in his words nor the way his hand trembled nervously as it went around her shoulder. Peter turned and Karen looked into his eyes. They were as glazed as her own as he bent to kiss her.
Karen's head leaned back against the seat of the car. Her eyes closed as she recalled the sight of the lovers on the bed. Already she was imagining that Peter was undressing her and caressing her body with his strong hands. Already she was imagining that the tips of his fingers were rubbing softly against her nipples. Her legs relaxed and spread apart slightly. Peter's lips pressed against hers.
An empty beer can banged against the pavement nearby. Karen sat up. She saw the other parked cars, only yards away. She saw the shadows of lovers moving inside them.
"Where are we?" she asked frantically.
"Bedford Lane," Peter answered, surprised that she didn't know. Dick had told him that Karen was a virgin but Peter knew brothers always think their sisters are sweet and pure. Peter had decided to find out about Karen for himself.
"Bedford Lane!" Karen cried, looking into Peter's face for some sign that he might be kidding her. No nice girl ever went parking on Bedford Lane, not if she still wanted to keep her reputation. Once a girl had gone parking on Bedford Lane, all the boys in school knew she was fair game.
"Oh, no! Please! Take me away from here!" she sobbed.
"It's all right, Karen. We're safe here. We can do what we want, nobody will see us."
"No, NO!" she screamed. She was losing control over herself, getting hysterical. Tears were forming at the corners of her eyes and her whole body was shaking. "Get me out of here!"
"Easy, baby," Peter told her. He was getting nervous. A few of the couples in the other cars seemed to be looking. He wondered if they would recognize his car, and know who he had in it. He wondered if Dick Carter was in one of those cars with Betty Novick. He reached for the key in the ignition and started the car. "Please, Karen, I'll take you home."
"Hey, we're almost there," Linda said as she spotted some familiar sight. Karen blushed as Linda looked at her. Thinking about Jack's party had gotten her excited and she hoped it didn't show. Oh, why do I keep thinking about it? Karen wondered. It was so embarrassing to remember what had happened, but it was also very exciting. She felt guilty for allowing herself to become so aroused. She knew the thoughts she had been having were very wrong. Karen looked up at the road ahead and saw the small sign, barely visible from the road. They were coming to Hernando's Lodge.
2
Their taxi stopped in front of the lodge and Karen looked up. Linda was already paying the driver and giving him his tip. The door to the lodge opened and Karen saw a strikingly handsome man. She hoped it was Fred Killinger, her new boss. She noticed he was wearing very tight blue jeans and she could see the lump his penis made in front. She quickly turned her eyes away. It wouldn't do to have her new boss see what she was staring at.
"Hi, girls. Welcome to Hernando's Lodge," the man said, opening the door of the car for Karen. She stepped out before she realized that her skirt had riden up to the middle of her thighs and that the man could see too much of her long, firm legs. She got to her feet and quickly pulled the skirt down again.
"You must be Karen," he said taking her hand. He grasped it in his firm grip and Karen started to shake it but the man leaned over and kissed her quickly on the lips. She drew back. "I'm Fred Killinger," he told her, ignoring the way she pulled away from him. "You'll like it here, this place really swings."
"Oh, Fred," Linda was saying. "Don't tell any lies!"
Fred saw Linda and turned to her. "Well, young lady. I've been waiting for you. Things have been mighty quiet around here since you went home last summer."
Karen saw that Fred and Linda seemed to be friendly already. She was a little disappointed. Despite Fred's forward manner, she liked him. If he was going to be Linda's boy friend for the summer, she knew better than to interfere. Still, she couldn't help dreaming. Already she found Fred very attractive.
"Well, girls, come on in and look at the place," Fred invited, pulling himself away from the long kiss that Linda had given him. "We fixed the place up since last fall. You'll hardly know it."
"Did you fix the toilet in the ladies' John?" Linda asked with a smile. "Or do we still have to go to the little house out in back?"
"We've even fixed that," Fred laughed. "And we put on a new seat and installed some of that nice soft paper you like, so you won't scratch your little bottom."
"They're so thoughtful around here," Linda said to Karen. "Fred thinks of everything."
"Service is our motto," Fred said, and Karen couldn't help noticing that the bulge in the front of his jeans seemed to have gotten bigger. "But come on, you girls must be tired from your trip. Let's go inside and you can get cleaned up a little."
Fred helped them with their bags and led them inside the lodge. The entrance hall was a large, rustic room with a tall stone fireplace at one end with some benches in front of it. "It gets cold here at night," Fred told Karen as she remarked that she would love to sit by a roaring fire.
Linda led the way upstairs. There was a long hallway and she explained to Karen that the guests of the hotel were all down at one end and the staff was at the other. They tried to keep the staff from bothering the guests at night but sometimes, she laughed, the kids got carried away. Sometimes, she confessed, the guests did too.
They stopped at Karen's room first and Fred put her suitcase on a stand. She was pleased that she would have a room all to herself. She had been afraid that she would have to be in a dormitory. Karen liked to have privacy and right now she wanted to be alone. Seeing the bulge in the front of Fred's pants made her keep thinking about Roger and Joan.
"I'll see you later," Linda told her. "I'm going to get cleaned up a little and I think I'm going to take a little nap. When you're ready you can come down and take a look around the place. Everyone's friendly here."
Fred said he'd see her later and he picked up Linda's bags. They started off down the hall and Karen closed the door to her room. Already she had a feeling of excitement from being away from home. Already she was feeling the freedom of not having her parents around.
Karen slipped out of her skirt and hung it in the closet. She sniffed daintily under the armpits of her blouse and decided she could wear it one more time before sending it to the cleaners. She hung it next to the skirt.
She lay down on the bed without taking off the bedspread. She still felt cramped from the long bus ride and the taxi ride after that. She stretched out her legs and let her feet hang over the end of the bed. She felt the cool, rough cotton of the bedspread against her skin and wiggled around a little to let it dry off some of her perspiration. She wiggled on the bed the way Joan had wiggled. The way she had wiggled when Roger had put his middle finger on her clitoris.
Karen couldn't help getting excited. It made her excited to be wiggling the way Joan had wiggled. Of course there was no man with her and no middle finger rubbing against her clitoris. Still, she could pretend, and if she reached down a little with her hand . . .
Karen lay on her back with her eyes half-closed. She squeezed her legs together and pressed the palms of her hands between them. She rubbed the backs of her thumbs over the bottom of her thin nylon panties. She could feel her pubic hair being crushed down by her thumbs and she could feel the tender lips of her vagina being pushed together. God, it feels good! Karen thought. She knew she should stop before she got herself too excited but she kept thinking about Joan and Roger. But her thoughts clouded and she imagined that Fred was standing beside the bed. She imagined that she was looking straight up into that bulge at the front of his pants, that he was unzipping his fly.
Karen's right hand slowly moved up the front of her panties, pressing the smooth material into the groove between her two hairy pussy lips. Her fingertips found the waistband of the panties and her hand slowly moved under it. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew she would be horribly embarrassed if anyone caught her doing this, but she couldn't help it. If she didn't finish what she was doing she would never be able to go downstairs and meet the others. If she didn't finish what she was doing she would be so nervous and jumpy that everyone would know she was having lustful thoughts. Her middle finger pressed down the firm white flesh of her belly until she felt the thick curls of pubic hair.
Karen spread her legs a little bit apart and bent her knees upward as her finger found the opening of her vagina. She worked it between the soft folds of flesh and then gradually pulled it upward until she felt the sharp sensation as her fingernail brushed against her clit. She worked back the little hood which covered the dainty bump and pressed her finger down against it.
A warm thrill shot through her body. Karen rubbed her clit a little harder. Her legs had closed now and she was squeezing them together, trying to squeeze the walls of her vagina together with them. She felt an aching frustration and knew her body craved something more than the delicate finger. She knew she craved the same thing Joan had craved. It was horribly wrong but her body ached for a man's hard penis.
Karen rubbed her finger harder and harder against her tender clit. It was so frustrating that she could feel this way and that her finger couldn't seem to give her the relief she needed. Her other hand cautiously worked its way under her panties and the middle finger of her left hand found its way inside the wet gash that her first finger had opened up. She noticed that she was wet. It always embarrassed her when her body made cream. She knew that the wetness gave off a special smell. She could smell it now. It was faint but clearly musky. She felt her finger slide easily on the walls of her vagina as it slipped into the damp hole.
Karen poked a finger deep inside her vagina but it was no use. The walls were so wet with her cream that she could barely feel the finger, even when she wiggled it around. She could see why Joan was so frantic to have Roger put his penis inside her. Joan must have been feeling the way she was feeling now. Karen knew that if there was a man here she wouldn't have been able to stop him. She rubbed her dry finger harder and harder against her clit until she felt it getting a little sore. She knew she was going to get off if she rubbed just a little harder. She knew she was about to have an orgasm.
At that moment there was a knock on the door. "Ohh!" Karen cried involuntarily as she finally came. She struggled to choke off her cry but she knew it was already too late. Whoever was outside the door had heard her. Certainly they would know what she had been doing.
"Everything all right in there?" a man's voice called through the door. Karen could have died of embarrassment.
"Who's there?" she called, a little too loud and very nervously.
"It's Mel Reed," the voice answered. "I thought I'd show you around this place."
Karen felt her whole body trembling. She wanted to meet some men, she wanted to be shown around the lodge, but did he have to come now? And he had heard her. If he put two and two together, he would know she had been finger fucking herself.
"I'm not dressed," she answered limply, hoping he would go away. She could smell her sweet cream a little stronger now and she suddenly realized that the crotch of her panties was damp.
"I'll wait for you. Come on, I know you're tired from the trip but the best way to get your strength back is to soak up some of this good clean mountain air."
"Okay, I'll be a few minutes," she said.
"Better hurry up or I'll come in and get you. If you're the same pretty girl I saw getting out of the car, I'm not going to wait."
"Please!" Karen called frantically. She was already up off the bed trying to decide what she could put on. She was afraid to put her skirt back on with the crotch of her panties wet. She was afraid that someone might smell them, or even worse, somehow someone might see under her skirt. She quickly opened her suitcase and pulled out a pair of faded jeans.
"I'm coming!" she cried as she heard Mel's fingers drumming against the door. She was afraid he would really do what he said he was going to do. She looked up and saw she hadn't even bothered to lock the door!
"Ready or not . . . "
Karen quickly pulled on the jeans and looked around for something to wear on top. She spotted the blouse hanging in the closet. She grabbed it and quickly slipped it on. She tucked it into the waist of the jeans and had the blouse half-buttoned when she saw the door opening. Quickly she turned her back.
"Well, if the other side of you is as cute as what I see from here, you are really something!"
Karen buttoned the final button over her bra and turned to face the intruder. She was angry that he had burst in on her but she couldn't help admiring his boldness. "Do you always burst into ladies' rooms like this?" she asked him, trying to sound composed.
"Usually I don't have to," the man admitted. "Usually they let me right in."
Mel's smug grin made her feel a little uncomfortable. He seemed to be too sure of himself, too confident about his powers with women. She wondered if maybe he had good reason to feel that way.
"Look, I didn't mean to scare you," Mel told her, looking a little less smug now. "I just like to fool around. Most of Linda's friends, well, let's just say they weren't exactly the shy type."
"I'm not like most of Linda's friends," Karen couldn't help saying. She knew she shouldn't talk about Linda like that, not after she had been so nice about getting her the job and everything, but she was afraid Mel had assumed that since she had come with Linda she was a tramp. She realized that if he had been listening at the door he couldn't help thinking it. She hung her head a little and felt very guilty about what she had just done.
"Look, I didn't mean anything. I was just kidding around. My name's Melville Reed. I'm just up here for the summer. I'm sort of Fred's second in command. I take care of all the dirty work."
"Karen Carter," Karen told him. Mel didn't really seem so bad, even.if he had been a little impulsive. Maybe it wasn't his fault. Maybe when he had heard her moan he had thought. . . She shouldn't think about that! She knew it only made things worse.
"Look, Karen. They've got supper ready downstairs and maybe we could get a snack and then take a walk around the place. I'll show you all the sights and introduce you to the other kids, the ones that are already here."
"Sure," Karen said, feeling a little better now. She hadn't realized that it was already supper time but now she felt a little hungry. She hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast, except for a dry sandwich she'd had at the bus stop.
During the meal Mel was the perfect gentleman. He introduced her to the few others who had already arrived and to the kitchen help. She had felt a little uneasy when Ted, one of the kitchen boys, kept staring at her breasts but she realized he was probably her age and most of his girl friends weren't as well-developed as she was. There was one girl who kept staring at her during the meal too. Mel had introduced her as Debbie Cambria. Actually, Debbie seemed to be staring as much at Mel as she was at her. Karen tried to ignore the girl.
When they had finished eating, they took their dishes to the kitchen sink for Ted to wash. Then Mel led her outside.
"They're a good bunch," Mel said nodding back to the dining hall. "It's a lot of fun to work here."
"Who was that girl, Mel? The one who kept staring at me. I think you said her name was Debbie."
Mel turned away. Karen could see he didn't want to talk about the dark-eyed girl. "She's just a kid. She comes up here every year. Come on, I'll show you the place."
It was getting dark out and Karen tripped on a rock. Mel's arm shot around her waist to steady her. "Thank you," Karen told him but Mel didn't take his hand away. She wanted to say something about the pressure around her waist but she knew she was being foolish. She had already tripped once hadn't she! He was only trying to protect her.
"That's the lake down there," Mel said pointing down a dirt road. Karen could just barely see it between the trees. It didn't seem to be very far from the lodge. "Want to take a walk down and see it? It's really beautiful when the moon comes up."
"Okay," Karen agreed, trying to think about the beauty of the moon and to ignore the pressure of Mel's arm around her waist. "It looks pretty."
Mel led her down the dirt road to the edge of the water. It was a little farther than Karen had thought and when she looked back, the lights in the lodge seemed very far away. "We come swimming here every day," Mel said. "And sometimes we come at night. Do you like to go skinny dipping?"
She had gone skinny dipping at Girl Scout camp, but there were no men there. How could he even ask such a question? She was relieved when he didn't press her for an answer.
There was a sandy beach at the end of the road and Karen could see that this was where people from the lodge came to swim. There was a chair of the lifeguard built on stilts, but it was pushed over on its side on the sand. The season was just starting and there were still only a few guests at Hernando's Lodge.
"Want to walk in the water?" Mel asked. Karen saw that the sand was soft and fine. Even though it was still early in the season, the night was warm. "Sure," she answered and slipped out of her sandals. It would be fun. Walking barefoot always gave her a feeling of freedom.
Mel took off his shoes and socks and left them by the side of the road with Karen's sandals. When they walked down to the edge of the water, Mel still had his hand around Karen's waist.
She stuck her toes in the water gingerly and found that it was not as cold as she had expected. Sometimes her parents took her to the ocean in the summer and there the water was always cold. She lost her footing a little but Mel's arm steadied her again. The pressure of Mel's hands was beginning to get her excited. She almost wished he was holding it there for more than just her safety.
They walked until they came to the end of the beach. When the shore became rocky, Mel stopped. "We'd better go back," he told her.
The night was warm and in the moonlight she could see Mel's face. She knew his eyes were traveling over her body, undressing her, studying the curve of her breasts and her slender waist.
"Karen . . . "
He hesitated and suddenly she felt very grown-up. She realized that Mel, with all his manly self-confidence, was suddenly stuck for words. Suddenly she wanted him to kiss her, to reassure her that she was more than a little girl. Suddenly she wanted him to caress her and take her in his strong arms. "Yes?" she answered.
But Mel didn't say anything. His arm caught her around the waist and he pulled her to him. His lips brushed against her cheek and he was kissing her lips. Karen found herself kissing him back.
"Karen...let's sit and watch the water."
It was clumsy and his voice sounded dry and choked but when Karen tried to answer him she found she had no voice at all. He took her hand and pulled her down on the sandy beach beside him. His arms went around her and he was pushing her down on her back, covering her with his body. Karen felt her breasts being crushed by his strong chest, but, oh, it felt so good!
Mel's lips found hers and gave her a long kiss. His strong left hand cupped her head and pulled it up to him as his fingers entwined themselves in her dark hair. Karen felt Mel's tongue pressing between her lips, forcing its way into her mouth. She had never let a man kiss her this way, she had always thought it was wrong, but Mel made it seem so natural.
Mel's tongue pressed forward into her mouth and met the tip of hers. Their tongues embraced and he explored her mouth. She felt his free hand resting on her stomach, pressing against her flat belly. His touch felt so good but she wished he would be more careful about the way he touched her. She could feel herself beginning to get excited and she knew it was wrong.
Mel's fingers poked their way inside her blouse and pressed against the bare flesh of her belly. Oh, she thought, he shouldn't be doing that! Still, he hadn't tried to unbutton her blouse. And it was only her stomach that he was feeling. Certainly that wasn't so bad, not so bad as it would have been if his hand had been reaching up a little higher or a little lower.
Karen was surprised at how excited Mel's fingers were getting her, even though all her buttons were still in place. His long fingers had stroked the fine, light, almost invisible hair on her stomach and he had even poked a finger inside her belly button. She felt his fingertips move up a little and rest against her ribs. Oh, please! Don't go any higher! she thought. Without realizing what she was doing, she rubbed her legs together a little and felt a warm sensation in her vagina.
Mel's lips seemed to be pressing harder against hers. Karen realized she could hardly breathe. She was relieved when he pulled his right hand out from between the folds of her blouse.
She closed her eyes and let Mel's tongue slip easily against hers. She couldn't help wondering what it would be like to go all the way!
Suddenly she felt Mel's hand on her body again. He was not touching her bare flesh this time but she could feel the warmth of his hand through her blouse. But this time it wasn't her stomach that the hand was resting on. This time Mel's hand was squeezing her breasts.
Oh! Why is he doing that? Karen wondered. Doesn't he know how excited he's getting me? She wanted to pull away before she lost control of herself but Mel seemed so innocent. He seemed to be completely unaware that he was doing anything improper. She felt a little foolish for having panicked.
And it did feel nice to have his hand press against her breast. She had to admit that. It made her feel very womanly and she knew her tiny pink nipples were growing hard under his touch. She wished her bra wasn't so thick and stiff. She wished she could feel his hands against the soft flesh of her breasts.
Mel's hand traveled up the front of her blouse to where it was open at the neck. She felt his hand caress her bare skin gently and lovingly. He seemed to be so nice and kind-how could she have thought such bad thoughts about him? How could she think he would try to do anything that would be wrong?
But still, Mel's hand did seem to be working back down again, down to the first button of her blouse. He'll stop there, she told herself, but suddenly the button had opened and his hand was still traveling down her chest. I must have been careless when I buttoned it, she thought. Why was I in such a rush? Now Mel's hand had pushed her blouse apart so his finger could reach inside and touch her bra.
Please, God, she thought. Please don't let him do any more! But she knew she didn't really want him to stop. She knew she wanted to feel the touch of his hand against her flesh. Mel's hand kept moving down the front of her blouse, loosening each of the buttons in turn. When his hand reached her waist, the blouse hung open and her throbbing breasts were covered by only the lacy bra.
"Christ, you're beautiful," Mel mumbled, looking at her slender body. "Let's get this out of the way."
His hands reached around her back and gently pulled her up off the sand. She sat there, nervously looking at him while he slipped the blouse off her shoulders. She had never let a man go this far before. She had never let a man see her in her underwear. Suddenly she was glad the bra concealed so much. She was glad she wasn't wearing a bra like the one that Linda had.
"Let me unhook it," Mel said, and it was a few moments before Karen realized he was talking about her bra. She realized he was about to strip away her last layer of protection and she was overcome with panic. Before she could protest, Mel's hand reached behind her back and took hold of the narrow straps. She felt his fingers digging into her back and then the hooks came undone. Her breasts were about to be exposed.
"God, you have beautiful tits," Mel told her as the lacy cups fell forward. She was sitting there in the moonlight, barefoot, and naked to the waist. A man whom she had met only an hour before was staring at her naked breasts. What's happening to me! Karen thought. How could I act like such a tramp! But she wanted Mel to stare at her, she wanted him to touch her naked flesh. When Mel took his own shirt off she just stared at him, waiting for him to crush her into the sand with his hairy chest, waiting for his firm body to rub against her tender nipples.
Mel flung his shirt to the sand and knelt beside her. Karen felt herself being pressed backward. She felt his knowing hands cover each of her breasts and find the pink buds of her nipples between his fingers. She felt him squeeze her nipples gently. She felt him bend over her with his head and kiss her breasts and run his tongue up and down them. She felt him catch her nipples between his teeth and suck at them, pulling the tiny buds away from her breasts until her skin stretched out tight. Then he was opening his mouth, catching her nipples between his teeth and nipping gently at them.
Karen couldn't help herself. What he was doing made her feel so good. She forgot about how wrong it was and lay there in the sand, letting him do what he wanted with her. She needed him very badly, she needed his lips and his tender fingers. She was getting very excited and she knew she couldn't control herself but she prayed she would be able to trust Mel. She prayed that he would know when to stop. She was no longer sure whether she would.
Karen felt Mel's hand on her bare stomach again. He was kneeling on the sand beside her, still kissing her breasts, but his hand was massaging her stomach, working down to her belly button again.
Karen was sure he would stop when he came to her belly button but she was wrong. Mel's hand kept traveling down her flat stomach, past the belly button, straight to the button at the waist of her jeans.
She wanted to cry out, she wanted to tell Mel she wasn't that kind of girl. Oh, why had she let him go so far! It was her own fault for coming out here with him. She knew she had really wanted to have him touch her, it was just that she thought he would know when to stop. Mel's fingers found the zipper of her jeans.
Oh, please, Karen thought, but she was no longer sure whether she was praying that he would stop, or whether she was praying that he would keep going. The zipper stopped at the bottom of its slide and she felt Mel's finger stretching the rough denim apart. She felt his fingers press against the thin nylon of her panties, searching, probing.
"Christ, your panties are soaked already!" Mel cried as his finger probed deep into her crotch.
Karen remembered her wet panties. She remembered how she had been masturbating when Mel had knocked at her door. She had forgotten all about her panties!
Karen tore herself away from him. "No!" she cried, burying her head in her hands. Suddenly she felt very naked. Suddenly she felt as though the whole world was staring at her naked body. She grabbed her blouse and held it in front of her breasts. She realized that her fly was still unzipped and that her panties were showing and she tried to hold the blouse in front of them too.
"No! Leave me alone!" she cried. She jumped to her feet before Mel could reach out to stop her. With her jeans still unzipped she ran back up the beach to the dirt road. She stopped briefly when she came to her sandals but simply picked them up without bothering to put them on. She ran up the road, stumbling blindly forward in the dark. When she was sure that Mel wasn't following her she stopped to put her sandals on. She slipped into her blouse and realized that she had left her bra on the beach. My God, what if someone finds it? she thought. What if they know it's mine?
She pulled the blouse on and tucked it into her jeans. She was painfully aware of the bumps that her firm nipples made as they poked through it. If anyone saw her they would know she wasn't wearing a bra.
Karen looked through the window outside the lodge before she went in. She was relieved to see that there was only one couple in the main hall and they were sitting by the fireplace talking to each other. She hoped she would be able to sneak past them without them seeing her. She opened the door and quietly slipped through. The couple didn't even look up.
Karen walked up the stairs quietly. She was glad there was a thick rug running the length of the upstairs hallway. It muffled her footsteps so nobody would hear her. She was almost to her own room when she heard a door opening further down the hall, in the staff section of the lodge. Karen ducked behind a partition and hoped that whoever it was wouldn't see her.
She waited where she was without moving. She was afraid that if she stayed there too long, someone would come up the hall from the other direction. That would be just as bad, but she couldn't just walk out in the open again. She waited, listening for footsteps, but all she heard were the voices of a man and woman. She recognized them. It was Linda and Fred.
When the voices didn't seem to be going away, Karen cautiously peeked out from around the partition. She saw that Linda was standing in an open door, saying good night to Fred. She saw that Linda was dressed in only a bra and panties.
Linda's head was framed by the long blonde hair which hung down past her shoulders and she could only see Fred's back. Linda appeared to be unashamed that Fred could see her with only her underwear on. Karen wondered if the stories about Linda had been true. She wondered if Fred had already seen what those flimsy garments concealed.
Fred looked as though his clothes were a little rumpled too. His shirt tails were hanging loosely and he was barefoot. He was saying good night to Linda and Karen saw him lean over and kiss her. She watched Fred's arms circle Linda's waist and saw that his hands were working their way down under her panties so that he could squeeze her bare bottom.
Karen couldn't help watching but Fred and Linda broke their embrace suddenly and Linda disappeared inside her room. She shut the door behind her. Karen saw that Fred was turning and coming her way.
She looked for some place to hide but there was nowhere to go. Fred's long steps were bringing him rapidly closer to her. She didn't want to be caught spying. She knew the only thing she could do was simply to face him. She peeked out again and saw that Fred's head was bowed a little and that he was looking down at the floor. Quickly, she stepped out in the hall and walked toward him. She hoped she could reach her door before she had to pass him.
"Oh, hi, Karen," Fred said, suddenly looking up. Karen breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he hadn't noticed she had been hiding.
"Hi," Karen said, walking a little quicker to get to her room before she passed him.
"How do you like it here? Have you had a chance to look around a little?"
"A little," Karen answered quickly. "It seems very nice."
"And is your room okay? I know it isn't the fanciest room in the place but we try to make things nice." He was right up to her now. She wondered if he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.
Fred stopped in front of her. They were at her door now. Karen wanted to run inside and slam it in his face but she couldn't do that. It wasn't his fault that she was walking around half-dressed. It would be wrong to be impolite.
Well," Fred said as his eyes dropped to her breasts. "Hope you sleep well."
He's seen! Karen thought. He's staring at my breasts! She knew he could see the twin bumps that her nipples made where they pressed out against the smooth cotton of her blouse. He couldn't take his eyes off the small bumps and the curves beneath them. Karen suddenly wondered if he could see more than just her hard nipples. Could he see the gentle swell of the breasts where the white mounds rose from her chest? Suddenly she couldn't stand it any more. "Good night," she said abruptly and pushed past him to her room. She quickly closed the door and leaned against it, afraid that, like Mel, he might try and force his way into her room.
3
After her first week at Hernando's Lodge, Karen already felt that she belonged. She had been getting along well with the other kids on the staff and when the guests had started arriving, she found that she enjoyed the chance to meet so many different people. There were only two problems. It had been hard for her to avoid Mel Reed and she had found out that she wasn't going to have the job Linda had told her about.
Linda had told her she would be a waitress in the dining room and, even though the salary was low, she would get plenty of tips. But Fred told her she was going to be a chambermaid. The waitress jobs were already taken by Debbie and another girl, Suzy, who had worked at the lodge before. Fred promised that if things got very busy he would let her wait on tables but, meanwhile, she would have to make beds.
Karen had tried not to show her disappointment. The chambermaid job paid the same salary but there were no tips. She knew she would be coming home at the end of the summer with a lot less money than she had hoped to make. She knew she might not have enough to go to school in the fall. , As to Mel, he had kept looking at her all week. She knew he had wanted to talk to her but she had been too embarrassed to even say hello to him. The day after she had gone down to the beach with him he had come to her room to return her bra but Karen had been too humiliated to even thank him. She had just taken it from him and closed the door in his face.
Friday morning Karen was busy making beds with Linda. There still weren't too many people at the lodge and things had been pretty easy. Since they had arrived, Karen hadn't had much chance to speak with Linda except when they were working. Linda had been spending a lot of her time with Fred and Karen couldn't help but notice that they seemed to be very intimate with each other.
"Karen?" Linda said, looking at her over a pile of dirty shirts she was holding in her arms. "How would you like to go out with us tonight? We're going down to Mary's for beer and pizza and we're going to drive around a little, just for fun."
"Sure," Karen answered without thinking. She had been feeling a little lonely, even though she seemed to have been accepted by all the kids. They were all paired off, all except herself and that Debbie Cambria, and it wasn't much fun being alone in the evenings when the others were all doing things. "I'd love to come," Karen said.
She realized that if Linda and Fred were going to bring her, she would be the third person. She realized that she would be getting in the way. "Linda, I don't want to tag along. Maybe I'll be in your way."
"No, you won't be. Mel's coming too. You like Mel, don't you?"
Mel! Mel was going to come too? She wanted to tell Linda she couldn't go, she wanted to say she had to stay behind and do something, but Linda would be suspicious. She didn't want anyone to know what had happened with Mel and she knew that if she made an issue out of it Linda would surely suspect there was something going on between them. She couldn't bear to have that happen. She would have to keep quiet. But she hoped Mel wouldn't try anything with her. Anyway, she would be with Linda and Fred. What could he do with the others around? Karen felt reassured to think that at least she wouldn't have to be alone with him.
Karen searched through her wardrobe to find something nice to wear. Usually she just wore jeans when she was working but if they were going to go out she wanted to wear something a little dressier. She dug out a plaid skirt which she knew would go just right with her white sweater. It would be a little dressy for Hernando's Lodge but she had never been to Mary's before. She certainly didn't want to look shabby, not with Fred and Mel.
Karen pulled on a pair of panties and slipped into her bra. She pulled the sweater over her head and was buttoning the skirt at her waist when there was a knock at her door.
"Who's there?" she called, thinking that it might be Mel. She hurried to get her skirt zipped up.
"It's me," a girl's voice answered. Although she didn't recognize the voice through the door, Karen felt relieved. She pulled the lock back and opened the door. She saw that it was Debbie Cambria.
Debbie pushed her way into Karen's room without waiting for an invitation. She had an angry look on her face which puzzled Karen. In the whole time that Karen had been here the two girls had not spoken to each other except when Mel introduced them.
"Stay away from Mel, you cheap bitch."
"Mel?" Karen answered, amazed.
"You heard me. Mel's mine. Keep your grubby hands off him."
"But I haven't-"
"Listen you bitch, you cheap whore, you fucked Mel the first day you were here. Don't tell me you don't know what's going on. I know your cheap slut tricks. You stay away from Mel, do you hear me?"
Karen was too shocked to even try and defend herself. Did Debbie know about what had happened down on the beach? Oh, how could she have let this happen to her! Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. How had she let Linda talk her into coming here? She should have known better. Debbie was right. She had acted like a tramp. She was so ashamed of herself that she could only stand silently and hide her face in her hands as Debbie hurled abuse at her.
Karen didn't know what would have happened if Mel hadn't suddenly stuck his head in the door. As soon as he saw Debbie he seemed to understand what was happening. He grabbed the dark-eyed girl roughly by the arm and dragged her out of the room.
"If I ever catch you in her room again I'll beat the shit out of you!"
Debbie retreated down the hall. "Bastard!" she cried, backing out of Mel's reach. "Dirty bastard!" She didn't seem to be afraid of Mel's threats but she knew he was too strong for her. Karen was afraid that Mel would really hit the other girl if she hadn't left.
"Sorry," Mel said, turning to Karen. "She thinks she owns me. Christ, that silly little broad is off her gourd. I don't know why Fred even hired her this year."
"It's all right," Karen said, relieved that the other girl was gone. Although Debbie had embarrassed her, she didn't take her threats seriously. What Debbie had said only made her more eager to have Mel want her. What had happened the other night hadn't really been his fault.
"Come on, are you ready to go? Linda said you were coming with us."
Mel reached out and took her hand and though Karen was still a little afraid of Mel, she let him hold it as he led her down to the car.
Karen knew she wasn't old enough to be served beer and the waitress seemed to know it too, yet she didn't say anything when Fred ordered beer for the four of them. The waitress seemed to know Fred and she didn't ask to see their identification or anything. It made Karen feel very grown-up, even though she would have been just as happy to have had Coke with her pizza.
The pizza was so big that they had to order more beer to help wash it down. Karen felt her head spinning but although she knew she wasn't used to drinking beer, she reasoned it was probably just because it was so hot in Mary's. The pizza oven was right in the same room as the tables. When they finally got up and paid, Karen was glad to be able to step out into the cool evening air.
"Where are we going to go?" Linda asked as she climbed into the back seat of Mel's car next to Fred. Mel held the door open for Karen and she got into the front seat. She was glad Mel was driving. With his hands on the wheel she knew she was safe.
"Let's go up by Ridge Road," Mel suggested. Karen didn't have any idea where Ridge Road was but Fred and Linda quickly agreed. Mel started the engine and Karen sat back and leaned against the door. She didn't want to make the mistake of sitting too close to Mel. She didn't want to give him the wrong idea.
She loved to drive around in the country like this; even at night it was exciting. When she was with her parents, they didn't let her go out very often at night and when they did let her, they always wanted to know who she was going to be with, where exactly she was going to go, and exactly when she would be back. Sometimes her parents even waited up for her to make sure she wasn't late.
They drove along a quiet back road and Karen just stared out the window, watching the lights in the farm houses that they were passing. Finally they turned off the main highway onto a narrow dirt road. Mel explained that this was Ridge Road and it would take them to the top of a hill where they could look out at the whole valley. Karen turned to say something to Linda but she saw that Fred was kissing her. Their arms were wrapped around each other. She noticed that Fred had his hand on Linda's breasts.
Linda was only wearing a thin bra under her white T-shirt and Karen realized that Fred must be able to feel her nipples. Linda wasn't even trying to stop him. Karen quickly turned away.
When they reached the top of the hill, Mel stopped the car and turned off the lights. "Here we are," he said, turning to her. As Karen turned toward him, her eye caught the couple in the back seat again. They didn't seem to be aware that she and Mel might be able to see them. They were acting as though they were all alone. Fred had pushed Linda's T-shirt up over the top of her bra. Even in the darkened car Karen could see the bumps that Linda's nipples made against the thin material of her bra. She found herself staring at the couple. She couldn't help but notice that Linda's hand was rubbing against the front of Fred's pants. She couldn't help but notice that there was a hard lump where her hand was rubbing.
When Mel took her arm, Karen tore her eyes off the couple in the back seat. Mel had seen the way she had been looking, she was sure of that. He would surely know what she had been thinking. Still, Karen reasoned, they were in the car. There was nothing he would be able to do here.
As long as the other couple is in the car it will be all right if I let Mel caress me a little, Karen thought. God, but I need him to do it! Ever since that first night on the beach she hadn't been able to get her mind off Mel. Now she wanted him to take her in his arms and put his hands all over her waiting body. She knew it was wrong, but just a little bit wouldn't hurt. Certainly with Fred and Linda in the back, Mel wouldn't try to do what he had tried the other time. He wouldn't try to take her panties off.
Mel squeezed over on the seat closer to her. Karen pulled away a little, even though she hadn't meant to. The door stopped her and she told herself not to be silly. She told herself that this time it would be all right. Mel's arm went around her and pulled her close to his chest. As their lips met, she could feel her breasts being crushed against his chest.
Kissing Mel like this made Karen very excited. Before, she had been scared, but tonight she wanted to kiss Mel. She wanted to prove that she wasn't afraid of that nasty Debbie, that she could take care of herself, that she could make a man desire her. Of course, she wasn't going to let Mel go all the way, despite what Debbie or anyone else might think.
When Mel's hand moved up and cupped her breast, Karen tried not to show how nervous it made her. Wasn't Linda letting Fred to the same thing to her in the back seat? Karen's eye caught a glimpse of the rear view mirror. She couldn't see the couple in the back seat-the mirror just showed the rear window and the ledge under it-but there was Fred's hand and it had something in it. He was holding Linda's T-shirt!
Karen forgot about the way Mel was caressing her as she watched the rear view mirror. She could kiss Mel and put her tongue in his mouth a little and still watch the mirror. Although she couldn't see more than the hand, there was something very exciting about it, something very suggestive. The hand disappeared again and Karen kept watching the mirror. The hand reappeared. This time it held Linda's bra.
My God! Karen thought. She's naked from the waist up! She's letting Fred undress her right here in the car! Somehow Karen had never expected Linda and Fred would do it here, even though she had already guessed that Linda allowed Fred to see her naked. She had guessed Linda might have allowed Fred some other things too.
She heard Linda give a low moan as the hand disappeared from view. This time Karen turned away from the mirror. This time she knew she had seen all she was going to see. Her eyes went back to Mel. He was pressing his body close against hers, pressing her down on the front seat of the car. His hand was still on her breast but now he had begun to slowly squeeze it and caress it and Karen knew that even with the protection of her thick bra, he was arousing her nipples and causing them to grow hard. But Mel was arousing more than just her nipples. She could feel an aching sensation and she knew her dainty pussy was oozing cream, deep between her legs. The more Mel caressed her breasts, the more frustrated she felt.
Karen poked her tongue inside Mel's mouth, the way he had done it to her. She was surprised to find how nice it felt. Mel's mouth was warm and wet and it made her feel very close to him. Mel's hand was warm and a little wet too she noticed as suddenly the bottom of her sweater was lifted and his hand pressed against her flat belly. Wasn't it wrong to let him do this? She remembered how he had tried to go too far when she had let him do this on the beach. Still, there was Linda in the back seat and Karen knew Linda's breasts were bare now. Mel was human too. Karen knew he would expect her to let him do this with her. Wouldn't she be prudish if she refused? She tensed her body and tried not to show how afraid she was when Mel's hand started to creep up toward her breasts.
"Karen, you're magnificent," Mel murmured in her ear as he kissed it lightly. The way he kissed her ear sent thrills shooting down her spine and Karen couldn't help reaching down to Mel's hand and guiding it to her breast. Mel didn't need any more encouragement. His hand found the cup of Karen's bra and pressed against it. Even through the stiff lace, Karen could feel his warmth.
Oh, what am I doing? Karen asked herself, but she didn't try to stop Mel when he lifted her a little ways off the seat so he could unfasten her bra. The straps fell loosely to her side and even though the bra was still hanging over her shoulders under her sweater, Mel had pushed the cups up over her breasts so they would be free for his hands to explore. She felt Mel's hand slowly run up the gently slope that rose to her stiff pink nipple. His head bent over her and kissed her.
Karen noticed that the presence of the other couple in the back seat didn't seem to inhibit Mel. As he kissed her breasts, Karen could feel his hand reach down her body. He was reaching down the front of her skirt.
She felt his hand brush lightly over her pubic mound. Even through the woolen skirt, she could feel a tingling sensation when his hand pressed gently against it. Oh, she thought. Did he do that on purpose? Doesn't he know how it makes me feel to be touched there? Still, she couldn't help wishing he hadn't pulled his hand away quite so quickly. With the wool skirt over her, certainly there was no way Mel could know what she was feeling
But Mel's hand kept moving down Karen's leg. When it suddenly brushed against her bare flesh, she realized that her skirt had ridden halfway up her thigh. Oh, why does it have to feel so good? Karen thought.
Karen realized that the beer had gotten her a little high. She realized that she was enjoying what Mel was doing to her very much. She knew she was going to have to stop him, that it was wrong to let him go so far. Still, there was time. When she told him to stop he would have to. With the other couple in the car, he wouldn't dare not to. But what he was doing to her felt so good. She wanted to let him go on just a little longer.
Mel's hand moved gently up her thigh and she felt the tips of his fingers touch against the crotch of her panties. She tried to pull back but the door blocked her. Mel's fingers pressed harder against the crotch of the panties, forcing the dainty lips of her vagina apart and pressing the nylon of her panties between them.
Slowly the fingers worked their way up the crack between Karen's labia. He worked upward until he came to her tender clit. His hand moved up and down slowly as it rubbed over the tender button.
"Oh!" she couldn't help from crying. Had she given herself away? Would Mel know how much she liked what he was doing?
Karen's cry told Mel that he had found what he was looking for. His hand stopped moving and now his finger was working faster, rubbing against the swollen bump. He rubbed harder and harder and saw that Karen's eyes were closing and her mouth was opening. Her breasts were heaving violently with each short breath that she took.
Mel pulled his head away from Karen's breasts and looked down at them. They were shiny with the saliva which had drooled from his tongue as he had kissed her. He paused for only a moment. Then he was kneeling on the floor of the car, moving down to her waist, moving his head to where her legs had spread apart slightly as he had rubbed her clit.
Mel gently pressed Karen's legs together. He noted with satisfaction that she squeezed them together tight. He could see she was as horny as he was, even if she didn't know it. His fingers found the waistband of her panties and tugged gently at them. He was afraid she would resist him but, to his surprise, she squirmed her body and the panties came right down over her firm white buttocks. Karen lay with her legs together as he pulled her panties all the way down her legs and over her feet. He dropped them onto the floor of the car.
Karen was hardly aware of what Mel was doing. Her eyes were closed tight. All she could think about was how she needed him. If his finger stopped touching her she was afraid she would reach down with her own finger and do it for herself.
Mel's hand ran through the furry tangle of pubic hair and she knew her pussy was naked to his gaze. She knew she should stop him but there was still time. First she would let him do it to her with his finger. She would die of frustration if he stopped now.
Mel found her clit again. He seemed to have both hands on her now. One finger was rubbing her cut frantically and another was probing the opening of her vagina. She even thought she felt a fingertip brush lightly against her anus. Oh, I should warn him, Karen thought. He must know that I'm a virgin! If he isn't careful. . . Karen felt her whole body quiver. His fingertip was pressing against her maidenhead!
But it felt so good. She couldn't help what she was doing. She just let herself lie there on the seat while Mel stimulated her. With her eyes closed she didn't see that Mel's hands were doing more than just stimulating her vagina. With one hand he had his middle finger inside her pussy and he was rubbing her clit with his thumb. With his other hand he was reaching for his belt buckle.
Mel fumbled with the buckle and even though it was difficult to unfasten it with only one hand he managed to get it undone. The zipper of his fly slid down easily and the button at the waist of his pants opened up. He was relieved to see that Karen had her eyes closed. He sensed that she wasn't expecting what he was about to give her. He had already guessed that she was still a virgin. He pushed his pants down to his thighs and found the tight elastic of his underpants which held them to his waist. He struggled with the underpants and once they caught on the head of his hard penis which was standing up straight. He had to lean forward against the edge of the seat so he could press his penis back toward his belly. He noted with satisfaction that the trick worked and the head of his stiff penis came into view.
Mel pushed his shorts down on top of his pants and looked at Karen closely. Her eyes were still closed and the cream that was welling up inside her pussy had already wet the tip of his finger. She was very tight and he hadn't tried to push into her past the tip of his finger but he knew she was as ready as she would ever be. Cautiously, trying not to warn her, he climbed up on the front seat and knelt between her outstretched legs. He seized his hard penis firmly in his hand.
Kneeling between Karen's thighs, Mel could see into the back seat of the car where Linda was lying naked. Fred had just pulled his head away from her vagina. Mel could tell from the way that Linda's blonde pubic hair was glistening in the moonlight that Fred had been licking her cunt. He wondered if Karen would like to get her cunt licked too but he decided that it could wait for some other time. She was already wet and juicy. Karen was all ready to fuck.
Mel leaned forward and pressed the head of his penis between the lips of Karen's wet pussy. She moaned a little but Mel knew that she thought he was still giving her the finger. He rubbed the head of his penis up through the groove between her labia until it was rubbing against her clit. He let it go back and forth a few times and then he started down, down toward the tight snatch that he was about to split wide open.
Karen had felt herself coming, even before Mel's cock had replaced the finger. She knew that if he did it much more she was going to get off. She knew it would be embarrassing to have a man see her come but she couldn't help herself. Besides, it wasn't the real thing. Mel was only touching her with his finger. She knew she was letting him get too intimate with her but still, a finger couldn't hurt her, and it felt so good!
The springs in the back seat squeaked a little and she heard Linda give a little moan. She wondered what was going on back there. She wondered if Fred was rubbing Linda's pussy with his finger the same way Mel was rubbing hers. The way the springs were squeaking, they were certainly doing something back there.
But the squeaking in the back seat turned into a steady rhythm. Karen noticed, a little uncomfortably, that the springs in the back seat were squeaking in the same rhythm that Mel's finger was following. She tried to ignore her suspicion. Even Linda wasn't so shameless as to do that with another couple in the car! Still, the squeaking was getting louder and Linda's moans were becoming short gasps.
Nervously, Karen opened her eyes. She had to know what was happening back there. She had to be sure that it wasn't what she thought it was. If Linda and Fred were fucking maybe she wasn't as safe as she had thought she was! Maybe Mel would think she wanted to go all the way! Karen slowly opened her eyes and focused on something in front of her. She gasped. She was staring straight at Mel's hard red penis.
"No!" she cried, seeing that he was already kneeling between her legs. Frantically she tried to sit up, to pull herself away. "Help," she cried but as she sat up she was able to see into the back seat. Linda was lying on her back with her legs spread.
One foot was resting on the ledge of the side window. Her other foot was resting on the floor. Fred was lying between her gaping thighs, pushing his body up and down on top of her. Karen could see his long, thick penis. As he pushed his hips down, his penis slid into Linda's vagina. He pushed down until the penis disappeared. When he pulled it up again, Karen could see that it had a white ring around it from Linda's pussy cream. Linda and Fred were fucking!
Mel let her watch the other couple for a few minutes. Then, growing impatient, he took her shoulders and tried to drag her back down on the seat.
"No!" Karen screamed frantically. "Please, no! Don't do it to me...please! Not that! Oh...help me! Somebody please help me!"
Karen expected Fred and Linda to come to her aid. She was sure that even if they were doing what she had just seen them doing they would stop for her. They couldn't just lie there in the back seat while Mel raped her!
Rape? Was that what it was? Karen was so confused that she wasn't sure any more. She knew she had led Mel on. She had led him further than a nice girl lets a man go, but she hadn't intended to let it go this far. Mel was pushing her back down against the seat and although she tried to fight him, he was much too strong.
Karen tried to twist away from him but the way he was kneeling between her legs it only made things worse. She felt the head of his penis poking against her vagina and she knew he was trying to find her virgin opening. She remembered how her friends in school said to squeeze your legs together if a man ever tried to rape you but how could she squeeze her legs together? Mel was kneeling between them already!
"Easy, baby, I'm not going to hurt you," Mel said gently, but though his words were reassuring he kept trying to shove his long, hard penis into her pussy. She felt the swollen head rub against the tight opening of the hole. For a moment the penis passed over it but, before she could give a sigh of thanks, he had found the opening again. Now she could feel the hard pressure of the stiff rod as he pushed into her. She tried to make her muscles tight but how long could she hold out? Couldn't they hear her in the back seat?
Mel's body jerked forward and Karen felt a sharp pain. Oh, God, my cherry! she thought. Even with all her strength she still couldn't keep her muscles tight enough to stop that hard shaft that was prodding into her. Please God, Karen thought. Please don't let him do it to me!
But Mel gave another thrust of his hips and Karen felt her pain intensify. She could feel the tight rim of her vagina being forced apart, she could feel the swollen head of Mel's cock wedging its way between her virgin walls. She knew he was going to do it to her. She knew she was about to get laid.
Mel fucked in short, hard jabs, knowing now that she was a virgin, knowing now that he would have to hurt her. But she was wet. God, but she was wet. That would make it easier. Mel knew that despite her words, Karen's body needed his penis.
With the fat head past the tight rim, Mel worked more gently. The hardest part was already over. His penis had already opened up her virgin hole and poked past Karen's tight cherry. The rest was just a matter of patience. Her cunt was so tight that she was tearing the flesh off his cock. When he tried to go too quickly his foreskin stretched so taut that it hurt him. She was so tight that before he came he was going to be as sore as she was.
Mel's strong strokes became faster and faster. Each time he pushed into her, he felt his stiff penis go deeper and deeper. Each time he pushed into her, he felt the tender foreskin get stretched so taut that he thought he would come before he was in all the way. He tried to be careful. He wanted his balls up tight to her ass before he shot his wad. He wanted to bore out the whole length of her cunt.
Karen felt the tender walls of her vagina being torn apart. She felt Mel's body hammering down on hers, pounding her naked bottom against the plastic seat cover. She felt her bottom slide a little and she knew she was perspiring. She was sliding along the seat cover on her own sweat.
Now there was no way she could stop him. The treasure she had guarded so carefully for seventeen long years had been lost in that first hard thrust. It was her own fault. She felt terribly guilty. Despite all the promises she had made to her parents, the moment she had gotten away from home she had let a man make love to her. Worst of all, she could feel her body getting more and more excited. Although she knew it was very wrong, she was enjoying it!
Karen felt the final plunge that buried Mel's penis so deep inside her vagina that her damp cream wet his pubic hairs. She felt something brush against the tender skin between her pussy and her anus. It was Mel's balls. He had reamed out every inch of her horny twat.
Karen lay frozen while Mel took long, hard strokes. He hurt her each time he buried the thick shaft between her tender walls but he was doing more than just hurting her. Karen realized that Mel was giving her the satisfaction that she had craved for so long. Mel's stout penis was doing something that her own skinny finger never could. She suddenly knew that seventeen years of frustration were over. Without thinking, she raised her hips and arched her back. Her mind was blank, her body took control.
Karen's tight muscles were grabbing and tearing at the soft flesh of Mel's penis. Ordinarily, Mel could last as long as he wanted with a woman but right now his body was racing ahead. He knew he was about to come.
"Ohh!" Mel gasped and before Karen could analyze his cry, she felt the hot flood of semen spurt into her. Suddenly Mel's penis was sliding easily, despite the fact that she was still squeezing her muscles tight around it. Mel took a final lunge and she felt another spurt. His body froze over her but now something else was happening. The warm feeling that had started with that first spurt was slowly spreading over her whole body. Her buttocks tensed tight, her pussy throbbed in uncontrolled spasms. Karen pressed her head back against the seat. She pressed her hips up toward Mel. She closed her eyes tight and felt herself come again and again.
4
Saturday morning Karen rushed through her breakfast, hoping to get finished before either Mel or Linda came downstairs. She could never forgive Mel for what he had done to her last night. She could never forgive Linda for not trying to help her. Karen still felt the pain in her vagina where Mel's strong prick had broken her hymen. She felt very guilty about the way that her body had betrayed her and given in to Mel's lust.
"What's the matter, Karen?" Tom asked as he scooped a big spoonful of hot cereal into the bowl which she held out to him. "Did Mel give you a rough time last night?"
Karen blushed. Did it somehow show? Could Tom tell just from looking at her that she was no longer a virgin? "It's nothing," Karen said. "I guess it's just that time of the month." She hoped he would think she was acting funny because she was getting her period. Men seemed to know all about it, Karen thought. Even her brother seemed to know when she was getting her period.
"Well, don't look so glum about it. You should have seen Debbie last summer when she missed hers. It got so bad that Mel had to start eating out at Mary's. That Debbie's really a wildcat."
So that was it! Mel had been Debbie's lover! That was why the dark-eyed girl had been so angry with her. Well, she didn't care about the other girl. How did Debbie expect Mel to respect her if she gave her body to him? Karen felt a tear in the corner of her eye. She realized that she had been promiscuous too. She had let Mel go too far and now she was no better than Debbie.
"Hey," Tom called. "You'd better eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
Karen realized that she had just been standing there, staring at the bowl of cereal she was holding. She put it on her tray and carried it to the table. Except for the night watchman, there was nobody else at the table. Karen greeted him and began eating the cereal. The night watchman looked at her but he was too tired to do more than nod.
When she had finished eating, Karen hurried back to her room. She locked the door behind her and decided that she wouldn't come out again until it was time to go to work. That would mean she would only have to talk to Linda on the job. They worked together cleaning rooms and usually they gossiped a little but today Karen knew she wasn't going to have anything to say to the other girl.
She found a pen and some stationery and decided to write a letter to her parents. She sat down at the table and started to write: "Dear Mom-" She stopped. What could she say? How could she write to her mother after what had happened last night? She felt too embarrassed to write more than a few lines about what a wonderful time she was having. She hoped her mother wouldn't become suspicious. She hoped there would be no way that the letter would betray what had happened with Mel.
Karen saw by the clock on the table that it was almost nine. She sealed the letter and addressed it. She left it on the table, planning to mail it later. Now she had to go to work. She had to help Linda clean up thirty-six rooms.
Karen found Linda waiting for her by the linen closet.
"Hi," Linda greeted her, as though last night had never happened. "Look, Karen, I've got to go into town this morning. We need some cleaning stuff and Mel wants me to come with him and pick it out. I'd tell you to go but I don't think you know all the things that we need."
Karen remembered how they had been complaining that they were low on cleaning powder and sponges. She knew Linda would know what to get. Linda was an old hand at the job. Besides, Karen knew she couldn't possibly have gone in a car with Mel, even if it was just into town. How could she ever trust him after what had happened? How could she ever trust herself?
"It's okay," Karen said. "I'll take care of the beds alone."
"I'll probably be back by noon. If nothing happens," she added. Suddenly Karen felt a little jealous. Linda was interested in more than just cleaning supplies. It bothered her that Linda could be so free with her body. Although Karen had decided that she would never speak to Mel again, she still felt that he was hers. How could he go out with another woman after what had happened between them? She remembered what Tom had told her about Debbie Cambria. Could it be that Mel would lose interest in her too? Suddenly Karen felt very jealous.
Linda said good-bye and disappeared down the back stairs. Karen picked up a bundle of fresh linen and started down the hall toward the guest rooms. The first two rooms hadn't been used and so she started in on the third one.
It took a little longer to make the beds up by herself than when Linda worked with her but Karen was pleased that she was alone. It would give her a little time to think, and she wouldn't have Linda's presence to keep reminding her about what had happened last night. Being with Linda made her feel uncomfortable. Linda acted as though there was nothing wrong with going to bed with any man she wanted to. Karen knew she could never feel that way. Girls who were loose with their bodies always ended up in trouble.
In the fifth room that Karen made up, she found a five-dollar bill in the sink. At first she thought that somebody had lost it and she was going to go downstairs and tell Fred. Then she remembered how Linda had told her that sometimes the chambermaids got tips. Karen looked at it for a moment. She picked it up and put it in her pocket. Should I share it with Linda? she wondered. Probably she should but there was no way Linda could possibly know about it. Her salary was so small and this was the first time anyone had left a tip. Karen decided to keep the five dollars all for herself.
The door to number twelve was closed. Karen knocked on it and when there was no answer she used her pass key to unlock it. When she pushed open the door she was surprised to see a young woman standing in front of the mirror, adjusting a dark-brown wig on her head. Although the woman was only about twenty, and although her face was pretty, Karen couldn't help noticing the way she used thick make-up to cover it. Even though they were in the country, the woman was dressing as though she was going to a party.
"I'm sorry . . . " Karen said, starting to back out the door. The woman looked up and saw her. The intrusion hadn't surprised her at all.
"No, it's all right. You can make up the bed. I don't mind."
Karen knew she really shouldn't come into the room while one of the guests was there but she was afraid that if she skipped the room she might forget about it later. She had been so scatterbrained this morning that she didn't trust herself. "I really don't want to bother you," she insisted, hoping now that the woman wouldn't change her mind.
"It's nothing," the woman replied. "I was just on my way out."
Karen pushed into the room and dropped her bundle of clean sheets on the armchair by the window. She didn't want to interrupt what the woman was doing but she did want to get the bed made so she could get on to the next room. She started to slip the pillow cases off the pillows but something on the middle of the bottom sheet caught her eye. There was a wet spot on the bed. It was oval and about four inches long. In the middle of the wet spot was something slimy.
"Would you look at all that cum!" the woman exclaimed, feigning exasperation. "That stud of mine's hung like a bull. He has a cock like a donkey too," she added as an after thought.
Karen blushed, embarrassed by what the woman had said. What she had been looking at was a man's semen. She realized that the woman and her husband must have just made love.
"What's the matter honey? Need a little pick-me-up? That's all right. He'll be back in a minute."
Obviously the woman was only joking but it made Karen uncomfortable nevertheless. How could she talk so casually about her husband's sex organs?
"Hey, seriously," the woman said. "Maybe we could work something out. Johnny and me have been looking for someone for a threesome. He tried to get that other kid but it was no dice."
"Linda?" Karen ventured.
"I don't know her name, honey. She's got a big pair of bombs and she looks like she's hot to trot. Anyway, she told Johnny where to go. And do you know something? Last night, right after Johnny talked to her, I saw her with some guy who was old enough to be her grandfather! Johnny would have died if he had seen that."
Karen remembered the five dollar tip that she had picked out of the sink in the other room. She wondered if it could have anything to do with the story the woman was telling her. Oh, no, she thought. Linda wouldn't do that! Probably she was just helping him with something. She knew Linda was very considerate with the guests, despite her other failings.
"Look, honey, what do you say? Johnny will be back in a few minutes and then maybe we could...you know?"
Was the woman really suggesting what Karen thought she was? She could hardly believe it. She had heard about swingers-husbands and wives who swapped mates-but she thought those were just stories. Surely the woman was just kidding her. Karen looked at the wet semen again and she couldn't help staring at it. She couldn't help remembering how wonderful it had been when Mel had made love to her.
Karen was still staring at the bed when the woman's hand reached out and softly caressed her breast. Karen pulled away quickly but she felt the wall behind her. "What's the matter, honey, doesn't it feel good?"
Oh, yes, Karen thought. It feels too good! All night she had been dreaming about being touched. If only the woman knew what her hand was doing.
"How about down here?" the woman asked, pressing her hand to the crotch of Karen's jeans. Karen could feel herself getting very excited.
"Please don't do that," she whispered. She knew she didn't sound too convincing. Somehow her mouth seemed to have dried up and she had lost her voice. The woman bent down and pressed her forehead against the front of Karen's jeans. Oh, please, Karen thought. Don't do this to me! Don't let me get excited like this!
When Karen looked down she seemed to see the same excitement and frustration on the woman's face that she could feel on her own. But why is she doing this? Karen wondered. What about her husband? His semen is still on the bed! Why is this woman trying to make love to me?
Karen felt her body go tense as the woman's hand found the zipper of her jeans and slid it down easily, as though what she was doing was perfectly natural. Karen felt her jeans being pushed down over her hips and the gentle swell of her buttocks. The woman's fingers caught at the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down to the jeans. Karen's intimate treasure was bared to the woman's inspection.
"Ohhh!" Karen moaned as the woman touched hey lender clit. Could it really be so exciting to be touched by another woman? The woman pulled her finger away and bent her head close to the chestnut hair which covered the pink lips. Her tongue flicked through the hair and pressed between her labia, searching for the hood of her tiny clit. Karen felt the little hood being pressed back and then the woman's tongue was licking the sensitive bud. "Ohh...please . . . " Karen cried as her hands clutched at the woman's head. She was pulling the woman closer to her, burying her face in the curly bush.
The woman took a long stroke with her tongue, all the way up from Karen's tight vagina right to the tender button of her clit. She pulled her head back for a second and looked at Karen's pussy lovingly. She was about to lick Karen again when there was a sound in the hall.
Suddenly Karen realized that they hadn't even closed the door all the way. "Oh!" she cried as she started to push the woman away from her. "Please, the door.. . " But it was too late. The door was already opening and a man was stepping into the room. Karen tried to grab the jeans which were bunched around her thighs but she was too late. The man had seen her.
"Well, what do we have here?" he asked, looking at the two woman. "Looks like I'm missing out on something."
"Don't worry, Johnny," the woman said without turning around. "The fun's just beginning."
Johnny was dressed in a blue terry cloth bathrobe and a pair of slippers. Karen could see he had just come from the shower. His black hair was slicked back in a duck tail and plastered down with greasy hair tonic. He had long thick sideburns which came to the middle of his jaw. Although the bathrobe covered his arms, Karen could see that even the backs of his hands were hairy. On one knuckle of his right hand there was a little red tattoo of a heart. The initials M.F. were inscribed inside it. Karen couldn't help thinking that she knew what those initials meant.
"Hey, baby, don't cover that up," Johnny said as Karen tried to hide her pubic mound with her hands. Her fingers felt so numb that she couldn't even reach for her pants. She cowered against the wall, waiting to see what would happen. "And you," Johnny said, looking at his wife. "You're so hungry, I'll give you something to eat." He jerked loose the tie which held the bathrobe together. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts beneath it. Karen could see that his penis was trying to push out through the opening of his fly. From where she was standing against the wall, Karen could already see the dark-brown head peep through the opening.
Johnny let the robe hang loosely. As he reached for his penis with his right hand, his left hand caught the woman's head.
"Hey, watch out for my wig!" the woman cried.
"Fuck your wig," Johnny grunted. "Give me head, baby."
"All right, all right! For Christ's sake! You'd think we hadn't fucked all day. What's the matter? Horny already?"
"Come on, baby, less gab and more action. Show this kid how good you suck cock."
"Christ, leave the kid alone. She's not your type, Johnny. She just came in to make the bed."
"What? She's your type?" Johnny asked with a sickly grin. "Come on, baby, what's good enough for the goose is good enough for the gander." He turned to Karen. "Ain't that right, kid? Wait till you see old Johnny in action. You'll forget all about those dirty sheets."
Johnny was standing in front of her so that even if she had wanted to move, Karen knew she wouldn't be able to. She knew she shouldn't have come into the room while the woman was still in it. Fred had warned Linda and herself about waiting until the guests were out of their rooms before going in to clean. Fred had said that the guests were never to be disturbed. Karen didn't want Fred to find out she had broken that rule. Despite his behavior in private, Fred was strict with his employees on the job. Karen knew he would make no exceptions, not even for her.
"Let's go, baby," Johnny said, looking down at his wife. His penis was becoming a hard shaft and now it was sticking straight out from the open fly. The skin of his penis was almost as dark as the curly hair which covered his balls. It was long and thick and Karen could see from the way it was throbbing that blood was rushing into it. It was getting even harder and longer. His wife was kneeling between them and Johnny's penis was practically in her face. My God! Karen thought. He's going to make her put it in her mouth!
But to her amazement, Johnny didn't even use force on the woman. The woman seemed to know her part and she was more than willing to play it. She clutched Johnny's balls and squeezed them gently. She looked at them appraisingly. His penis was pointed straight toward her mouth and she seemed to be staring at it, watching it in fascination, as it stood out stiff from his open fly.
"Baby," the woman said without looking up. "You've still got the nicest cock around."
Karen watched in horror. The woman leaned over and kissed the dark head of Johnny's penis.
She kissed it lightly, brushing her lips against the rough head, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed the long cock up toward Johnny's belly button so she could look at the underside of the swollen shaft where the wide purple vein ran up the full length of it until it disappeared under the skin of the dark head. As Karen watched in amazement, the woman ran her tongue all the way up the penis, from his hairy balls right to the tip of the head. When she pulled away, Karen could see that her tongue had left a trail of saliva behind it. His penis was shiny from the woman's spit.
The woman held the thick shaft at the root and twisted it to her face as though she was a singer and the penis was the microphone that she was singing into. Her head seemed to work around it, examining it from every angle. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed halfway. Karen could see that she was licking her lips, wetting them. Then, as her tongue disappeared inside her mouth again, her jaws opened and her lips closed around the head of Johnny's cock.
Oh! Karen thought. How can she do that? How can she put his dirty thing in her mouth! She watched in shocked silence as the woman twisted her lips around the head of Johnny's penis. Slowly, the entire shaft of his stout prick disappeared inside the woman's mouth.
"Ohhh! That's it, baby. Suck me good. Let me feel those wet lips gobble my cock." He looked up at Karen. "She makes it feel so nice," he explained, as though she would want to hear a description.
But she did. Johnny's talk excited her and now she could feel her pussy beginning to send down its lubricating fluids. She hoped no one would notice the smell that her pussy was beginning to make.
The woman's head was pressed all the way to the front of Johnny's shorts. All Karen could see of Johnny's penis was a lump in the side of the woman's cheek where the long shaft was trying to punch its way out through her heavily made-up face. The woman drew her head back and let the wet shaft slide back out of her mouth. As it slowly came into sight, Karen saw that it was glistening with the woman's saliva. She couldn't help thinking that it looked very exciting. She couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would feel to have that long wet penis thrust between the tight walls of her own creamy twat.
"Hey, baby. That's enough. You're going to make me come with that shit," Johnny said as he pushed the woman's head away. She sat back on her haunches and looked up at him. Karen could see that she didn't want to stop but she was afraid to talk back to her husband. Karen felt her heart skip a beat as Johnny turned to her.
"How do you want it, baby? Up against the wall?"
He grinned lasciviously as though he didn't really expect her to want it that way but, still, he would be willing to try anything. Karen just stared at him.
"Oh, no please! I didn't mean to come in and bother you. I have to get back to work!"
"It's no bother at all, honey. Come to Johnny. How do you want it?"
Johnny looked behind him at the bed as though he expected her to lie on it and spread her legs for him. Karen saw that shiny wad of semen still glistening in the middle of the bed. She couldn't lie down on that! She pressed back against the wall, feeling very confused.
"Well, if that's the way you want it. Johnny's not going to turn down any broad that wants to get fucked."
He seized his wet penis. Karen felt herself being trapped against the wall. She should have said something but now it was too late. Could she fight somebody as strong as Johnny? Not without making such a fuss that Fred was sure to hear. What would Fred say if he saw her in their room? He'd probably send her home to her parents. He would probably even tell them what had happened. She couldn't let that happen! She would die of humiliation.
Karen felt Johnny's strong legs press against her own. She felt his hairy thighs scratch her smooth white skin as he crushed her against the wall. Both his hands were fumbling between their bodies and she knew one hand still clutched the hard penis. His chest was pressing into her breasts and even through her clothing he was making them tingle. She could feel his hot breath alongside her neck.
Karen felt a finger poking between her tense pussy lips. She felt them being torn apart by his exploring hand. Johnny's middle finger was running up and down the warm groove of her twat and he was trying to poke a finger straight into her vagina. Karen was embarrassed when it slid in so easily. She knew that her pussy was making cream. She felt very guilty for having let herself get so excited.
Johnny wiggled his middle finger in her vagina as deep as it would go. Karen could feel him scraping thick cream off the walls of her twat and rubbing the finger briskly against the tight rim. When he pulled the finger out she felt something else butt against her belly. It was his stout prick.
Johnny moved his hips away from her a little. With a nine-inch cock he needed room to work. Karen wished now that she had at least lain down on the bed. but it was too late to change positions now. Johnny was already too aroused to tolerate any delay.
The thick head of the penis split her snatch wide as it pressed briefly against her swollen clit. But he was working it down, pushing toward the bottom of the wet groove. He was pushing it down to her tight vagina. He found the opening and she felt him trying to open her up. His prick was trying to get in past the tight opening that had already admitted his finger.
But Johnny's cock was big. Karen wondered how it would fit inside her. Johnny kept pushing and Karen felt a little pain. She wanted to help him, to make it easier for him, but she didn't know how to control her muscles and hold them open. She realized that she had never tried to do anything like this before. She had never tried to help a man fuck her.
"Squat down a little," Johnny commanded. Karen didn't question him. She bent her knees and let her body slide down the wall. As her knees bent slightly, she felt the head of Johnny's trembling cock poke past the tight opening of her vagina. She tried to hold the position that she was in but her legs weren't in condition. She straightened up again, just as Johnny drove forward. His big prick plowed deeper into her. There would be no stopping him now.
"Christ, you're tight,". Johnny whispered as his cock slid in another inch. His hips started to hump her in a steady rhythm. Each time he drove forward Karen felt her cunt split wider. She felt the pounding head driving into the very depths of her being. She was being pinned to the wall by that long, hard spike.
Johnny's steady strokes drove his cock in and out of her cunt but Karen could feel the tension of her muscles working against his prick. She could feel the hot friction of each stroke and as his cock started making short, quick jabs, Karen knew she was coming.
"Ohh . . . " she moaned, forgetting that she was being laid by a complete stranger.
"Easy baby, I'll be there in a second," Johnny promised as his hips pumped furiously. "Shit, if I knew you were so horny I would have come by last night."
Karen couldn't hear him. She could only hear the hot breath beside her ear. She could feel the warmth of his hairy chest, even through her blouse. If he didn't come soon she was going to faint.
"Here it is, baby, I'm coming!"
Oh, yes, this was what she wanted! Karen felt the hot spunk shoot off deep inside her torrid cunt. She felt the whole length of his prick quiver and tremble as gush after gush of cum spurted into her aching twat. The friction suddenly disappeared and everything turned to velvet. She felt a tickle at the opening of her pussy and she knew that a few drops of the thick semen were oozing between her legs. Her fingernails raked Johnny's back, digging into his flesh and leaving long red welts across his back. Her vagina exploded in uncontrolled spasms. Her body trembled and shook and then she stood very still.
Karen hardly noticed it when Johnny stepped away from her and picked up a towel to wipe off his cock. Karen was frozen against the wall with her eyes closed. She wanted to stand there forever and give herself to Johnny over and over again. She wanted Johnny's hard cock inside her. She wanted to be fucked until her cunt was too sore to fuck any more.
She didn't notice it when Johnny's wife came back over to her and knelt down in front of her again. She didn't notice it until she felt the wet tongue against her super-sensitive clit.
"Ohhh!" Karen cried, thinking at first that Johnny had come back to her. When she looked down, she saw the dark curls of the woman's wig. The woman was licking her pussy with broad strokes of her tongue. There was a thick shiny wad of Johnny's semen in the middle of her tongue. The woman was licking up Johnny's cum where it oozed from Karen's tight vagina.
How disgusting! Karen thought. How can she do that! She was suddenly snapped out of her trance. She suddenly realized that she had forgotten all about her job and the rooms she was supposed to be cleaning. "Oh!" Karen cried, pushing away the woman's head. "No! I have to go!"
She was in too much of a hurry to even notice that the woman simply moved aside to make way for her. She was in too much of a hurry to notice Johnny's leering grin. Frantically she grabbed for her panties and pulled them back up to her waist. Frantically she yanked up her jeans and pulled up the zipper. She noticed that the smooth nylon crotch of her panties was wet.
Please God, Karen prayed. Please don't let anyone find out about what I did. She rushed out of the room and pulled the door closed behind her. Even through the closed door she couldn't help hearing Johnny's cruel laugh. She knew that they had humiliated her completely.
Linda met her as she was just finishing lunch. Linda was the last person she wanted to see right now. Karen hoped Linda would stop and eat and that she could slip away.
"Oh," Linda said brightly as Karen made room for her at the table. "I've eaten already. Mel bought me lunch in town."
Karen chewed her tongue nervously as they started back upstairs. She was afraid they might run into Johnny. She still hadn't made up his room and she knew that before the afternoon was out, she would have to go back for it.
Karen was relieved when Linda suggested that they start at the other end of the hall. They would be further away from Johnny and his disgusting wife. When they started working, Karen forgot about what had happened during the morning.
Linda talked brightly about her trip into town with Mel and from Linda's description, Karen guessed that nothing had happened between them. She felt a little relieved, although she wasn't sure why. She was certainly never going to let Mel get near her again. Karen would have felt even better if Linda hadn't mentioned that Mel was still in love with Debbie.
"Hey, Karen," Linda said suddenly without warning. "Did you get a look at that couple in room twelve? That real creepy pair?"
"I'm not sure," Karen lied nervously. "What did they look like?"
"Shit, you couldn't miss them. He's a greasy little hood who thinks he has a big cock. His wife has two skinny jugs and dresses like a hooker. They tried to get me to go up to their room last night. Christ, that's all I need!"
"I think I know the ones you mean," Karen said slowly. "I haven't made up their room yet."
"Don't," Linda told her. "Wait until they check out. If Fred says anything, I'll talk to him. That pair isn't safe!"
"Thanks for the warning," Karen managed to say. Oh, God, she thought. Even Linda knows better than to get mixed up with people like that!
She felt very guilty about what she had done.
"Karen?" Linda asked again. "I meant to ask you, did anyone leave a tip today?"
"Why no," Karen lied quickly. She was embarrassed that she had kept all of the money for herself.
"That bastard," Linda said without much feeling. She didn't give any explanation for her words.
5
The next morning after breakfast, Karen looked out the kitchen window and saw that Johnny and his wife were carrying their bags out to their car. She was relieved to see them leaving. She had dreaded the possibility that she might run into them again.
"Good riddance to them," she heard Tom say behind her. She turned toward him and he lowered his voice and explained. "That guy, all he could talk about was how much ass he was getting. He kept trying to get me to fix him up with Debbie. Christ, he made me feel like a pimp. As if I could tell Debbie anything!"
She was happy that Tom would stick up for the girls at the lodge but she couldn't help wondering if Johnny had told him anything about her. What if Tom knew about what had happened in their room? She was afraid that at any moment Tom would say something about it but he just kept looking at the bacon that he was cooking.
Debbie came down to breakfast and when she saw Karen she greeted her cheerfully. It was the first time Debbie had spoken to her since that horrible night with Mel. She had a soft glow on her face and Karen couldn't help wondering what had happened. She had a feeling that whatever it was it had something to do with Mel. Karen felt happy for Debbie but it made her feel very lonely at the same time. If Mel was going to go steady with Debbie then she was going to be left all alone. That would be the reason why Debbie was being friendly to her.
"How's everything going, Karen," Debbie said sitting down beside her. "Look, I'm real sorry about what I said to you the other day. I know that what happened with you and Mel wasn't your fault. Mel told me that you were a virgin."
How could he have talked about it to someone else? Karen felt so embarrassed that her face turned red.
"Honey, I didn't mean to upset you," Debbie said putting her arm around Karen's shoulder. "It's something that happens to all of us. We don't always pick the right guy when it happens but don't worry, you'll get over it."
She thinks it's just like catching a cold, Karen thought. But how could she get over it? Mel's stiff penis had shattered her hymen and nothing in the world could bring it back.
But Karen realized that Debbie was trying to be nice to her. She knew that she shouldn't burden Debbie with her own problems. She tried to cheer up a little and be friendly.
"Are you glad you got the job here?" Debbie asked her.
"Oh, yes," Karen said. "I like it. Only I was hoping to be a waitress," she confided. "Linda told me how many tips the waitresses get."
"Yes," Debbie admitted. "It's a lot better than the chambermaids do, but Karen, if you come back next summer you'll probably be a waitress too. You'll make all the money you need then."
"Come on, Debbie," Tom interrupted. He had been filling the salt shakers at the other end of the table. "Tell her where the real money is. Tell her who gets the best tips around here."
"He means Linda," Debbie said, frowning. "Usually the chambermaids don't get too many tips, but Linda somehow manages. I won't say how she does it."
Karen was pleased that Debbie wouldn't give her opinion about how Linda got the money. She already had her own suspicions but she prayed that she was wrong. She prayed that she was just being silly to think that Linda was selling her body to the guests of the hotel.
"Oh, golly," Karen said, looking at her tiny wrist watch. "I've got to get to work. Linda will miss me."
"Take it easy," Debbie called out after her. It made her feel good that Tom and Debbie had been so nice to her. She resolved that she would be more careful with whom she associated for the rest of the summer.
On the way up the back stairs, Karen ran into Mel. He was looking more cheerful than usual but he didn't seem to have the same smug attitude that he had had the first time they had met.
"Oh, hi, Karen," he said.
"Hi," Karen said, a little coolly. Although she was pleased that Debbie was feeling a little better, she couldn't forgive Mel for what he had done to her.
"Hey look, Karen. I'm sorry about what happened. I'm sorry that I forced you to do it. Gosh, I really felt bad about that. I guess I was just trying to make Debbie jealous."
What! Karen thought. He took my cherry just to make another girl jealous! Oh, how could he say that!
"I'm sure that it's quite all right," Karen said, surprised at her own sarcasm. She quickly pushed past Mel and fled up the stairs. Oh, how she hated him for what he had done. Oh, how she hated the way he had made her feel so low.
Upstairs Linda was already getting out the clean sheets. "Hi," she called as Karen reached the top of the stairs. "All set for another day?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," Karen said, trying to sound a little hip. She knew Linda thought she was pretty square, even though she was kind enough not to say anything.
They worked along for a while, cleaning up rooms and making beds. After about the third room, they were running low on sheets and Karen went to get some more. As Karen reached the linen closet she happened to look back and noticed that Linda was going into one of the rooms that they hadn't made up yet. She thought it was a little curious and she watched out of the corner of her eye as she picked up a new pile of sheets. When Linda came out of the room again she was stuffing something into her pocket. Although Karen couldn't see it, she knew it was money. How had Linda known where they would find a tip? Karen remembered that the room had been occupied by a single man who had been rather good-looking. She wanted to ask Linda about it but she was too embarrassed.
But the question kept eating away at Karen's mind. They were working together and if there were any tips they should share them. She knew she had taken the one five-dollar bill but Linda hadn't been with her that day. Linda had left her with all the work and so she had a right to the money. But today Linda had taken one of the tips when they were working together. That wasn't right. She had to find some way to bring up the subject.
"Gosh, I've been here two weeks already and we still haven't gotten any tips," Karen said by way of a hint.
"Tips? Well, we don't really get too many tips," Linda told her, a little surprised that Karen was even asking.
"I can't see why. We do a nice job of cleaning up the rooms and some of these people stay for a few days. They see what we do. Some of them must want to leave tips."
"Karen," Linda said, sensing that the other girl was after something. "Do you really want to get tips from the guests?"
"Of course," Karen said quickly. "If I don't come home with more money than I'm making now, I'm not going to have enough to go to school in the fall. Fred promised me that if things got busy he would try and fit me in as a waitress a few nights but so far Debbie and the other waitresses have been able to handle it all right. I'm afraid I'm really going to be on the spot. I sort of made a promise to my mother to let me come here."
It was true. Karen's mother and father hadn't wanted her to go away for the summer. They knew she could have worked at Tony's and made enough for the fall. Before they had agreed to let her go she had had to tell them a little lie about the money she would be making. She had told them that her salary would be higher than what Linda had told her. She had been sure that with tips she would have more than enough for secretarial school. When she had worked at Tony's she had always gotten lots of tips. Now she would be going home practically broke.
"Look, Karen . . . " Linda hesitated. She seemed to have something to say but she was reluctant to say it.
"Yes?" Karen asked eagerly.
"If you really want to make some money, I think I can help you. Only . : . I don't know if it's something you'd want to do."
"What is it?" Karen persisted.
"Well, let me tell you."
Linda looked up and down the hall to make sure nobody was listening to them. She moved a little closer to Karen and put her arm around her. "Let's go in the room here and I'll tell you. Maybe this would work out good for both of us."
Linda led her into one of the empty rooms and closed the door partway so they could see anyone who might come along. "Look, I'll tell you what it is, but please, promise you won't say anything to anybody. Not even Fred."
"I promise," Karen said automatically.
"Well, it's like this. Sometimes guys come up here and they're all alone. You know, they're on vacation and all that and they don't have anyone to share anything with. Sometimes I try to be friendly to them...and they appreciate it. They don't mind spending a little money for some companionship."
"But that's like . . . " Being a prostitute! Karen thought. She was too embarrassed to accuse Linda of something like that.
"Don't think of it that way. I never would go with any guy that I didn't like. They don't give me money or anything like that. It's just that sometimes, well, they leave me tips."
"I don't know," Karen said reluctantly. "I don't know if I could be friendly with a man I didn't even know."
"It's easy," Linda insisted. "And it's fun too. You get to meet a lot of very groovy people. One guy I met last summer even sent me a present at Christmas. He wanted to come and visit me but, Christ, my parents would have hit the panic button if they'd heard about that shit. That guy was old enough to be my grandfather. But really, if you want to try it, I think I can introduce you to some very nice men."
"No, I better not," Linda said quickly. "I'm sorry but I don't think I could do that. Not with strangers."
"What's the difference?" Linda asked, but she didn't press the point. "Well, any time you change your mind, just let me know. I promise you, you can make all the money you want."
But why would they give me money just for being nice? Karen wondered. She couldn't help feeling there was more to the story than Linda had told her. She was afraid she would find out too much if she asked any more questions.
Karen was on her way back to her room after work when Debbie Cambria stopped her in the hall.
"Hey, Karen," Debbie called, obviously excited about something. "Do you still want a chance to get some tips?"
"Sure," Karen answered eagerly.
"Well, you can fill in for me tonight if you want to. I'm trying to get away early and I need someone to take my place."
"I'd be happy to," Karen answered, thinking that her big chance had finally come.
"Great, let me tell you all about it."
They went into Karen's room and Debbie sat on the bed and explained the job as Karen listened. She was careful to find out all the details but she had already watched the waitresses working. She had been hoping she would get a chance just like this. She was going to be able to make some money now, and she wouldn't have to go to men's rooms either.
"Well, I've got to go now," Debbie told her when she was sure Karen knew everything she should know. "We're going into town for pizza."
"Who's going," Karen asked, trying to be friendly.
"Oh, Linda and Fred and Mel and myself. Just the four of us."
"Oh," Karen said as her heart sank. "That sounds like fun."
Debbie thanked her again and went off to meet the others. Karen suddenly felt very lonely. She wanted to be a waitress but not when it meant being left out of all the fun. Fred would be going and so would Mel. She wondered if Fred really liked Linda that much. She had a feeling that the only reason he went out with Linda was because she would go to bed with him. Men were like that. They would do anything to get laid. She wondered about Mel and Debbie and she suddenly wished that she was the one going with Mel, even if he got fresh with her again. Secretly she longed for Mel to make love to her.
But once Karen got down to the dining hall and slipped on a waitress uniform, she was too busy to think about Mel or Fred or Debbie or Linda. It was a busy night, even though they still weren't into the heavy season, according to the kitchen boys. Being new at the job, she had to really hurry. She was glad that she had some experience from working at Tony's.
Karen hardly got a chance to slow down from the time the first guest arrived until the last of the dirty dishes were cleared away. When she had finally given the last tray of dishes to the dishwasher, she went over to the kitchen table to count her tips. It seemed that she had waited on so many tables and kept so busy. It seemed like so many people had asked her for things which weren't on the menu, things which she had gotten specially for them in the hope that they would remember her with a bigger tip. When she had counted up all the dollar bills and loose change she found she had eight dollars and seventy-six cents. It had seemed like so much more. She wondered why they hadn't left better tips. Tom was coming over to the table and she tried to hide her disappointment.
"How did you come out?" he asked.
She told him, a little ashamed.
"Not bad," he said. "That's more than Debbie usually scrapes up. Let me tell you something. I don't know what it is but these tourists are the cheapest stiffs you'll ever see. The tips in this place stink."
"But Linda told me . . . "
"Forget Linda. She's never been a waitress. She thinks just because she gets a lot of money, everyone else must have some racket going too. If you went to bed with the guests you'd make as much as Linda, but what do you want to do that for? We all make out pretty well with money. I mean, after all, most of us just come here because we like it and it gives us some spending money. Most of us go home broke at the end of the summer. Even the waitresses."
Karen was crushed. She had thought that getting to be a waitress would be her big chance. She thought she would be able to make the money she had promised her parents she would come up with. Now she realized for the first time that there was no way she could possibly keep her promise. No way at all. Unless...But she couldn't do that! She could never sell herself to strangers like a common whore! She was so confused she didn't know what to do.
"Hey, Karen, we're just about finished in the kitchen here. Why don't you come up and have a drink with us. The other kids are all out for the night. I think they all went to Mary's."
"Thanks, Tom. I'd like to come up and visit with you. But I don't think I should have a drink. I'm not really used to it."
"That's okay. I'll get Jerry. We'll show you how the other half lives."
Karen waited while Tom rounded up Jerry, the other kitchen boy. Actually, she knew they were both as old as she and Tom had always struck her as being so experienced, even though he was still in high school. She would have preferred to have been with Mel and Fred since they were older and made her feel more grown-up, but she liked Tom's friendly way. With Tom she didn't feel she had to be on her guard all the time. Tom wasn't trying to get her to go to bed with him.
Although the girls and Mel and Fred lived in the same part of the lodge where the guests stayed, the kitchen boys and the other men who worked at the lodge lived in a separate building which was out behind the main part of the lodge. Karen had never been to their quarters although she knew there was no rule against the girls going there. She knew the other girls went there and they had parties at night sometimes, but she hadn't really gotten too friendly with the other kids. She had been hoping that Mel would show more interest in her and she had been afraid that if he saw her with younger kids, he might think she was still a child.
"Our room is at the end of the hall," Jerry told her as they stepped into the dark narrow passage. Somehow Karen had expected that the boys' quarters would be messy and disordered and she was surprised to find how neat things were.
"Hi, Karen," a voice called out to her as they went down the dark passage. It was one of the other girls and Karen was relieved to find she wasn't the only girl in the place tonight. She had felt a little uneasy, even though she trusted Tom completely. "Hi," Karen called to the other girl. She couldn't remember her name.
"This is it," Jerry announced as he opened the door to their room. He turned on a light and Karen saw that it was really much nicer than the room she had. The boys had decorated it with posters and canoe paddles and other things they had picked up or stolen from around the hotel. It made her feel more comfortable, even more comfortable than she had felt in her own room. The room had a very homey feeling which made her relax.
"How about a drink?" Tom asked. "Jerry's the best bartender you ever saw, and besides, we had to go to a lot of trouble to get this stuff. Neither of us are old enough to buy it."
Tom seemed so proud of the fact that they had managed to get a bottle of Scotch that Karen couldn't turn him down. "Well, just a little one for me. I don't usually drink."
"That's okay, this stuff is really smooth. You'll hardly taste it."
Jerry mixed the drinks and Karen looked for a place to sit down. Although there were two chairs in the room, one had some dirty clothes strewn on it and the other was so low that she was afraid to sit in it. She was still wearing the skirt that was a part of the waitress uniform and if she sat in the low chair, the boys would be able to look right up her skirt.
"You can sit on the bed," Tom suggested. "It's a lot more comfortable than the chairs anyway."
Tom and Jerry were sitting on the other bed and she made up her mind that it wasn't wrong for her to sit on the bed as long as she was sitting alone. She sat down on the edge of it and sipped the drink which Jerry had mixed for her.
As Karen swallowed the amber liquor she felt a warm glow spread through her body. She was thinking that Jerry and Tom were nice to have given it to her. She drank a little more and almost immediately she felt the drink going to her head. It's all right, she told herself. I'm certainly old enough to drink. Besides, they're drinking too.
When Jerry refilled Karen's glass, he sat down on the bed next to her. She was feeling more comfortable with the boys now and she didn't get nervous as she would have before. Jerry was telling her something about Fred and Linda and although she knew she shouldn't let them gossip about her friend, Karen couldn't help giggle when Tom laughed, although she was not quite sure what was so funny.
The story was about the summer before. Tom and Jerry had been cleaning up in the kitchen one day at the beginning of the summer, when Linda was still new to the lodge. As the story proceeded, Jerry lowered his voice so he couldn't be heard through the door. Tom got off the bed where he was sitting and moved over beside Karen also. She would have felt concerned but she knew he was only doing it so they could talk without being overheard.
". . . I swear," Jerry was saying. "There she was with her drawers down to her ankles and he was kneeling right in front of her, eating her cunt!"
Karen's face reddened at the word but Jerry didn't seem to realize that he had used a vulgar word. She knew he had a coarse way of speaking and she didn't want to act stuck up with Jerry and Tom, not after they had been so nice to her.
"And she was really digging it, believe me! He was just lapping at her twat like she was oozing honey and he was a honey bear. And then she did the same for him."
"What's wrong with that?" Tom interrupted. "If I like some girl I'd do that for her. And I'd expect her do to the same for me."
"I don't know, man," Jerry said.
Karen felt very uncomfortable. They shouldn't talk like that in front of me, she thought, even though she knew they were talking about someone else. They were talking about Linda and Linda deserved having stories told about her. That was what promiscuity did for a girl's reputation. Karen was glad nobody would talk about her like that. But suddenly Tom was trying to say something to her, something that was making her very dizzy.
"What about it, Karen? You liked it when that woman ate it for you, didn't you?"
"What are you talking about?" Karen asked, hoping he really didn't know what he was talking about.
"Come on, that guy Johnny told me all about how his wife ate your snatch."
"No!" Karen protested. "I would never . . . "
"Knock it off, we're all friends here."
Karen felt very uneasy. She squirmed around on the edge of the bed but she couldn't seem to get comfortable. She shouldn't let them talk about her that way but it wasn't their fault.
She had lied to them and it was wrong to tell lies. But how could she face the truth? How could she admit that it felt good when Johnny had made love to her? It was so humiliating! But when she squirmed, Karen noticed that something between her legs seemed to be sticky. The crotch of her panties seemed to be glued to the furry lips of her pussy. It seemed to be caught in the crack between the lips. Her pussy had been making cream. The nasty talk about Fred and Linda had gotten her very excited.
"I'll make you a bet," Tom suddenly said to Jerry. "If I eat her off, I'll bet she'll blow you before she lets me stop."
"It's a deal," Jerry said, stretching his hand out to shake with Tom. What were they talking about? Karen wondered. She couldn't help feeling they were talking about her.
"Don't worry," Tom said to her suddenly. "I'll lock the door."
"No . . . " Karen tried to say but it came out in a tiny whisper and he didn't even hear her. He slid a heavy bolt closed in the door so nobody could intrude on them. What's happening, Karen thought as Tom sat down next to her on the bed. She couldn't help thinking that she must have done something to give them the wrong idea about her.
"It's okay, Karen," Tom said gently. His voice sounded so reassuring. "You can trust us not to say anything."
What did he mean by that? What were they talking about?
When Tom put his hand on her thigh, Karen wished they were alone. She wished she could have been in private with Tom, even though she knew that what she was thinking was wrong. She knew that it was good that Jerry was there to keep her from doing anything she would be sorry for.
It thrilled her when Tom touched the bare flesh of her leg. "Karen," she heard him say. "Can I eat you?"
He was no better than that awful woman!
"Honest, we won't say anything. I can really make you feel good."
Karen remembered how good the woman had made her feel.
"Believe me," Tom insisted. "I'll make it a lot better for you than she did." There was a tone of disgust in his voice. Yes, Karen thought, it would be better with a man. She wanted Tom to do it to her like that, but Jerry was watching!
"Don't mind me," Jerry said, sensing her concern. "I'll help out." His arm went lightly around her shoulder and held her firmly. He was dragging her back on the bed but he was so gentle that Karen didn't have the will to resist. She just took a final sip of Scotch and set the glass on the floor under the bed. Linda was with Fred and Debbie was with Mel but she had two men with her. Why shouldn't she have some fun herself? To heck with the others. She could have her own party.
Karen felt Jerry easing her back down against the sagging mattress. Her feet were still on the floor but he put a pillow under her head so she was lying across the bed with her head propped up against the wall. She noticed that Tom had gotten down on the floor between her legs. Jerry's fingers were already finding the buttons on her blouse and unfastening them.
She arched her back so Jerry could unhook her bra. She knew it wasn't right to do this but certainly he wasn't going to hurt her just by touching her breasts. And Tom had said he was going to...eat her! It wasn't as though he was going to put his penis in her. It wasn't as though they were going to go all the way.
"Lift up your arms," Jerry said as the bra came undone. Karen held up her arms and Jerry pulled it off with her blouse. Karen looked down at her young breasts and noticed that the nipples were already standing out by themselves. She hoped that the boys would find her breasts attractive.
"Christ, what a set of tits," Tom said, looking up from the floor. "I never realized that all of that was you!"
Karen couldn't help being pleased by the compliment, even though it was wrong for her to show them. She felt Tom pushing up her skirt as he knelt between her legs. Oh, why was she so eager? She knew she was behaving shamelessly, but Tom already knew about Johnny. There was no point trying to hide the truth from him. He already knew what a slut she had been.
Jerry bent over her and began kissing her breasts, partly blocking Karen's view of Tom's head. She could see Tom's hand against her soft thigh and she felt his fingers catch hold of her nylon panties. He was tugging gently on the panties. Oh, Karen thought, he can't get them off with my rear end lying on the bed! She raised herself up a little so Tom could pull the flimsy panties off over her rounded buttocks.
"Christ, what a muff!" Tom exclaimed as the panties came down. Karen's dark pubic hair made a perfect V at the point where her legs came together. Through the thick curls he could see the pink lips of her pussy. They had a gentle, tempting swell to them and he caught a whiff of the strong cream that was welling up inside them. He licked his lips and stared at the waiting cunt.
Jerry's lips closed around one of Karen's nipples and pinched together tightly. He was caressing her other breast with his hand, cupping it and squeezing it, rubbing his palm over the swollen bud which rose at the tip of it.
Tom pressed his head forward and his tongue dove headlong into the hairy gash. Karen moaned as she felt the lips being pushed apart by the wet tongue. She groaned louder as his tongue flicked down and tried to push into her vagina.
Tom's hands massaged her inner thighs as he carefully licked the inside of her humid snatch. He tasted her fluid which oozed from the opening of her tight vagina. His tongue scraped more of her sweet cream off the inner walls. Gradually he worked upward toward her hooded clit. He looked down and saw that it was already erect. She was already so excited that her clit was peeking out from its little hood. Tom couldn't control himself any longer. His tongue pressed hard against the swollen clit and rubbed it from side to side.
Karen closed her eyes. It was so heavenly. She had never realized that a tongue could get her so excited. She had thought that with the other woman it was just because she was so horny. Jerry kept kissing her breasts and running his hands all over her body. She felt so warm and safe; the liquor had relaxed her and spread a warm glow through her body, and the boys' lovemaking was just the thing to top it off. She lay on the bed and let Tom go on and on with what he was doing. She didn't want him to stop-ever!
Karen didn't notice it when Jerry reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it. She didn't notice it when his hand slid down the zipper at his fly and his pants fell open. He pushed them down to the middle of his thighs and let his cock press out strong and stiff against the front of his shorts.
"I think she's ready," Tom whispered to his friend.
Jerry slipped down the shorts and his cock sprang into view. When Karen felt something plop against her breast, she opened her eyes and peeked out. She was staring straight at Jerry's prick.
"No!" she cried, suddenly panicking. She hadn't meant for them to do this.
"Relax, Karen," Tom told her. "He's not going to hurt you. He just wants to get some of what I'm giving you."
"Yes," Jerry added, speaking for himself. "Come on, Karen, give me a blow job."
Karen remembered that her brother had used that same term. It was a nasty term to describe what Johnny's wife had done to him. Did Jerry think she was going to put his penis in her mouth? When Mel had raped her it had been dark in the car. With Johnny, it had all happened so fast. But Jerry's penis was almost in her face! She could see the veins standing out on it, she could see the small opening in the head. She could see the hairy balls which hung in their wrinkled bag below it.
"Oh, no," Karen cried. "I couldn't do that!"
"Hey, come on," she heard Tom say. "I'm doing it to you. You don't think that I'm disgusting, do you?"
"No . . . " Karen said hesitantly. "Well? Why won't you do it for us? We like it too."
She knew that what he was saying was right. It was only fair. Besides, he knew about Johnny. What if he decided to tell on her? She couldn't bear to have that happen.
"Oh, please...don't make me."
"We won't make you do anything," Jerry said. "We just thought that you'd want to do it for us. How were we supposed to know you didn't like it?"
Was he telling the truth? Did some girls really like to do that? Johnny's wife had seemed to like doing it. Karen remembered how excited she had gotten when she had watched Johnny's wife. She looked at Jerry's cock and couldn't help wondering what it would be like to kiss the purple shaft. She stared at Jerry's prick and felt a thrill shoot through her body.
"It's really nice, once you get used to it," Jerry explained. "Men like it that way too." As he said it, he moved his body so that the head of his penis was only inches away from Karen's mouth, but he made the movement casually and she couldn't be sure whether or not he had done it on purpose.
"Want to try it?" Jerry suggested. "There's no harm in trying. Nobody's going to force you."
Karen felt Tom renew his efforts. It felt so good the way he was licking her. She knew it was unfair not to give something in return. Cautiously she bent her head forward and her lips brushed against the head of the throbbing penis. Jerry's cock gave a little throb and quickly Karen drew back her head. Oh, she thought. What if he has an orgasm? What if he makes it shoot off while my head is there!
"It won't bite you," Jerry joked as he saw her fear. Karen felt a little ashamed of herself for being so square. She bent her head forward again and kissed the penis harder.
"Try licking it," Jerry suggested. Karen wasn't sure if that might be going too far but she stretched out her tongue and felt it contact the rough head.
She was a little surprised to find that there was nothing so terrible about it. She had been brought up to fear the male sex organ but now she was actually kissing one and nothing was happening. She felt proud of herself for overcoming her fears. She kissed Jerry's cock again.
"See if you can put it in your mouth," Jerry suggested.
Karen opened her mouth and spread her jaws. She had to spread them wider than she had expected. Jerry's prick was very big. As her mouth opened he moved his body forward and the swollen head disappeared between Karen's rosy lips.
"Hey, that's a baby," Jerry said with admiration. "Oh, shit, if you knew how good that feels!"
Karen couldn't help thinking that she did know how good it felt. It couldn't feel any better than what Tom was doing to her. She knew her pussy was oozing thick cream as he continued to run his tongue over her tender clit.
Karen's lips closed around the head of Jerry's prick. She felt the warm salty taste of the hot flesh as it was cooled by her saliva. She was becoming more and more curious about the huge rod which had been pushed into her mouth. Her tongue ran lightly over the rough skin and her lips felt the smoother skin behind the head. When Jerry started to push his cock in and out of her mouth like he was fucking a pussy, Karen caught the loose foreskin tight between her lips. She played a game with the stiff joint, trying to hold the skin in place while the hard rod fucked in and out.
Jerry was kneeling over her chest now. His knees were pushed up into her armpits and his balls hung loosely between her breasts. She could feel his buttocks rubbing against her nipples.
"You're getting it," he told her as he reached down and cupped his hands behind her head. He was helping her now, showing her how to take longer, deeper strokes, showing her how to move her head faster and faster as his need increased.
Karen wasn't thinking what she was doing any more. She could only feel Tom's wet tongue rubbing vigorously against her clit. She could only see the huge cock ramming in and out of her mouth. Jerry was making her head move faster and faster. She knew he was getting more and more excited, but she couldn't even think about what that would mean.
"Oh, Jesus! I'm coming!" Jerry suddenly cried. She saw the look of ecstasy on his face as his head turned up toward the ceiling and his eyes closed. Suddenly Karen realized what that meant. She tried to pull her head away but she was already too late. As she grabbed the thick root of his cock with her hand, his first load pumped from his balls. She could feel the pulsing throb as the cum shot up his tube. Before she could pull the long, thick rod from her mouth, she felt the first drops of his hot charge squirt into her mouth.
Karen couldn't help but taste the thick cum. She fought to pull the thick shaft free of her mouth. Jerry's prick spurted again and this time the hot semen splattered against her cheek. She could smell the cum as she tried to clear her mouth of the wad which was already caught in it. Jerry's cock gave one final spurt but this time Karen was relieved to see that only a few drops dribbled out of the tiny hole. She watched them as they ran down onto her breast.
"Oh, shit! Baby, you give good head!"
"Hey," Tom called, looking up from between Karen's legs. "How about taking over down here and giving me a chance?"
Jerry looked a little weary and Karen noticed that his prick was beginning to shrink, but he accepted the duty. He climbed off her torso and started to get down on the floor. Tom rose to take his place astride Karen's chest.
"No, please," Karen begged. She was trying to wipe the slippery semen off her face with her hand but that only seemed to make it worse. She couldn't do this again, not while Jerry's load was still splattered on her cheek.
"Want me to fuck you?" Tom asked. He grinned as though he had expected it all the time.
Karen's mind raced to give an answer. She couldn't bear to have another penis in her mouth, not while the gooey cum was still dripping from her chin. Tom had already pulled down his pants and his dick was standing out straight from his lean body. Could she let him make love to her?
"What will it be, honey?" Tom asked, growing impatient. His prick was aching and he had gotten very horny from sucking Karen's cunt. Her pussy had put a bone in his prick which just wouldn't quit.
Karen hesitated. Tom was moving closer to her face and his cock was bobbing up and down. What if it shoots off? Karen fretted. I can't have that happen, not again. Tom moved closer. "No! Don't do that to me! Fuck me!"
Tom didn't need a second invitation. He quickly slipped off the bed and got between her parted thighs again as Jerry stood out of the way. Karen felt Tom's big prick pressing between the spit soaked pussy lips. She felt the head find her fuck hole and press in quickly. She was so wet with cream and saliva that even her tight vagina offered no resistance to Tom's driving prick. She felt his long cock going deeper and deeper into her belly until he seemed to hit bottom. His balls flopped against her tight anus.
"Oh...yes! Please fuck me!" Karen cried as Tom's penis bore a passage in the tight channel. The walls spread wide as his cock reamed out her wet vagina. Tom was too horny to hesitate. His strokes were long and hard and each time he penetrated that intimate hole he nailed Karen's young body against the edge of the mattress. Karen threw her arms around his neck, heedless of what she was doing.
"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with your big hairy cock!"
Tom's strokes came faster and faster, his hips pumping up and down. She could feel the friction building up. As Tom humped rapidly he seemed to be drying out all her juices, tightening up all her muscles.
"Oh, God, Tom! I'm coming!"
He had been humping her hard but he hadn't expected this. He hadn't thought he could get her there so quickly. His cock drove into her with one final thrust and he let fly with a hot charge of spunk.
"Ahhh!" he cried as his spurting rod filled her tight vagina. Thick globs of cum flew far up the wet hole. His body fell against hers and they lay together on the mattress. Karen felt the hot cum oozing down between her legs. It was forming a puddle beneath her.
Oh, God what have I done? she thought as the liquor began to wear off. White flakes of cum had dried against her breast. Did I really do that? Karen wondered, but she knew already that she really had. In her heart she couldn't help thinking about what a tramp she had been. She had given in to the most depraved lusts of her body. She had submitted to an act of oral sex with a man. Worst of all, she had enjoyed it. Karen was overcome with guilt. She turned her head to the mattress and tried to hide her tears.
Debbie glared at Mel. She turned back to Tom and Jerry. "Can you get her up to her room?"
"Sure," Tom said confidently. Debbie realized he was pretty drunk too.
"Okay, let's try. I'll help you if you get tired."
"I don't need your help," Karen told Debbie, angry that the other girl was making a scene. What right does she have to act like I'm drunk? Karen thought. Go away, go away with your Mel! She tried to say it but it seemed to be so hard to form words. Every time she opened her mouth the sounds got all mixed up.
Tom and Jerry started walking again and Karen's head dropped to her breast. They carried her up the back stairs of the lodge and Debbie went ahead to open the door for them. Tom and Jerry put
Karen down on her bed and stared at her. They were beginning to sober up a little themselves and they began to realize just how drunk Karen really was.
"I'll put her to bed," Debbie told Tom.
"No," Karen complained. "I want my good friends...Tom and Jerry to put me to bed!"
Debbie paid no attention to her. She flashed an impatient look at the boys. They were sober enough to know not to argue with her.
"We'll see you tomorrow," Tom promised. "Same time, same place."
Karen saw that they were really leaving. She felt very angry at Debbie Cambria. Debbie had no right to interfere in her life. Debbie was trying to make a fool out of her! Oh, she hated that woman.
The boys closed the door behind them and Karen lay back on the bed. Debbie was trying to get her to sit up but it didn't seem to be working too well. Karen felt a cool wet towel washing her face and she wondered where it had come from. She felt her clothes being taken off her body but she no longer had the strength to resist. She felt the cool fresh sheet of the bed rise up to meet her. Her eyes were already closed and her spinning head seemed to be slowing down. Karen's head touched the pillow and, almost immediately, she fell into a deep sleep.
When Karen opened her eyes again Linda was standing beside her bed.
"How do you feel?" Linda asked. "Did you sleep all right?"
"Oh," Karen moaned seeing that it was already broad daylight. "What time is it? I must have overslept." She noticed that talking seemed to make her head ache. Her throat was very dry, as though it was stuffed with cotton.
"Don't worry. It's noon already. I got most of the work done."
"Noon?" Karen said, not wanting to believe. How could she have slept all morning?
"You had quite a night. Tom said you must have drunk half a bottle of Scotch. You'd better just take it easy. You'll feel better tomorrow."
"But what about my job?" Karen asked. "What will Fred say?"
"Well," Linda admitted. "Fred was pretty pissed off. He wanted you to wait on some tables this morning. Things were pretty busy. But don't worry about Fred. Just take care of yourself and you'll feel better. I'll take care of the work."
"Thank you, Linda," Karen said gratefully. She was so happy that Linda was at least helping her. Maybe Linda could talk to Fred for her. She didn't want to get in trouble with Fred and now it looked as though she had missed a chance to be a waitress. But I didn't make that much money when I did it before, Linda thought. Still, something was better than nothing.
Karen rolled over on her back and looked up at Linda. She felt sick to her stomach. She knew she looked horrible.
"I'll see you later," Linda promised. "Just rest and take care of yourself." Linda closed the door behind her and Karen heard her footsteps moving quickly down the hall. She rolled over on her side again. Vaguely she remembered she. had done something last night which she shouldn't have done. Her body felt so horrible she couldn't even remember what it had been. She closed her eyes again and tried not to think about it.
Karen slept for a long time. When she heard a light knock at her door she thought it would be Linda. "Come in," she called weakly. The door opened slowly. It was Debbie Cambria.
"I came to see how you were," Debbie said, sitting down at the edge of the bed. Karen couldn't help but think that Debbie had just come to spy on her, to see how sick she had gotten herself with liquor. Debbie would probably go back and tell Mel. How can she be so horrible! Karen wondered. She didn't answer Debbie.
"Look, don't worry about what happened last night. Tom and Jerry, they're young, they don't mean any harm. I don't know what you did with them, but I can imagine. Don't feel bad about it. People here understand. I know that Fred's mad at you, but don't worry about Fred either. He's strict but he's fair too. He just wants to be sure you do your job and don't make a burden for someone else. Oh, one more thing that I wanted to say. It's about Linda. Karen, I'm sorry what I said before, about you being like Linda. I shouldn't have said that. Mel told me about you. I just didn't understand. But Linda's trouble. Watch out for her Karen-you're not like that. Don't let her get you into trouble. Don't think that just because one thing happened with Mel you have to keep doing something you don't want to."
"Have you finished?" Karen asked coldly. Even though she was feeling sick to her stomach she had mustered up every last drop of her strength. She was going to tell Debbie where to go. She was going to tell Debbie to stop interfering in her life.
"If that's all you have to say, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave!"
Debbie looked down at her. "Okay, Karen. I'll leave. But just remember what I told you. You're not like Linda. Don't pretend to be."
Debbie got up and walked to the door. Karen sat up in bed watching her, making sure she didn't come back. She didn't want to give Debbie a chance to say any more. Debbie made her feel so humiliated.
When the door had closed again, Karen sank back down in the bed. The woozy feeling in her stomach was returning. She struggled to get out of bed and her feet swung onto the floor. She felt a splitting pain in her head. Karen tried to ignore the pain as she struggled to get into her clothes. She didn't bother with her underwear but simply pulled on a pair of jeans and a blouse. Barefoot, she started down the hall, trying to hurry. She knew she was going to vomit.
7
The next morning Karen's stomach was finally beginning to feel better. She tried to blot out the events of the day before but as her stomach had settled, her mind had begun to remember. She had been with Tom and Jerry and they had gotten her drunk. They had all taken off their clothes but they had done more than that. She remembered how she had sucked their long, hard pricks and let them fuck her until their cocks were limp. Everything Debbie had said was right. She had let herself do things she hadn't meant to. But what could she do about it now? How could she admit how wrong she had been? She hated Debbie for making her feel so ashamed.
This time Karen was on time to work. She knew Fred would be watching her. After breakfast he had stopped her in the hall and taken her aside. He had warned her not to miss work again. Now she was afraid that if anything else happened he would send her home. What would her parents say if that were to happen? How could she ever face them?
Linda met her as she was coming out of her room. "Hi, I thought I'd just make sure everything was all right this morning. How do you feel?"
"Oh, much better," Karen promised her. "I won't let you get stuck with all the work again. Really, I'm sorry about what happened."
"I don't mind," Linda said. "But it's Fred you have to worry about. He's been trying to sound me out about how well you're working out here. But don't worry. I'll handle Fred. You don't have to worry about a thing."
"Thank you, Linda," Karen said. She was so grateful for Linda's help. She was so grateful that Linda had gone out of her way to be kind. How had she ever thought all those bad things about her? Maybe Linda was promiscuous but she was so nice. She would rather be like Linda than that stuck up Debbie.
"Say, Karen," Linda asked as they were picking up their bundles of clean sheets. "There's this man who wants some company tonight. I think he might leave a nice tip. He said he'd like to have two girls come up and see him."
"Two girls?" Karen asked, a little confused.
"Well," Linda confessed. "He was here last year. He's the guy who tried to see me at Christmas time last year. He really-likes me and he's very generous. He saw you when you came down for that cup of tea last night and he liked your looks. He asked me if I could bring you along when I came to see him tonight. Really, he's very nice."
"I don't know . . . " Karen said. She wasn't at all sure why a man would be generous to them just because they came to visit him in his room. She couldn't help thinking that there was something more that Linda wasn't telling her. She wondered what it could be but she had a funny feeling she already knew.
"Look, let's face it," Linda said, "This job doesn't pay shit. Even if you were a waitress you still wouldn't make enough to pay your bus fare home. These goofy tourists are so fuckin' cheap that the minute you turn your back, they'll walk off without even leaving a tip. I know. I've helped Debbie in the dining hall. But let me tell you something. I can show you how to make some real money. I'll show you how you can make some money this summer and learn a few tricks that you can use in the fall."
Tricks? What kind of tricks was Debbie talking about? Was there really some way she could be making more money than she was making now? She couldn't help thinking that maybe Debbie was right. Linda would lead her into a whole mess of trouble. Still, she was already going to be in worse trouble if she came home without the money she had promised her mother she would be making. "What do I have to do?" she asked cautiously.
"Nothing, just come with me tonight when I go to see the guy. I think he'll leave us something even if you just stop by and say hello. He-likes to have young people around, I guess it makes him feel like a kid again. Just come with me and if you don't like him you can leave."
"Well. . . I'll think about it a little if you don't mind," Karen told her friend.
"Great. You don't have to give an answer now. Just think about it and I'll talk to you later."
Karen watched nervously as Linda knocked on the door of room twenty-eight. Why had she agreed to come? Perhaps the man wouldn't be there or perhaps he wouldn't want to see them. She wished it had all been a mistake.
"Coming," the voice called from inside the room. Although it was obviously the voice of a man who was no longer young, Karen couldn't help thinking that he sounded healthy enough. The door opened and she saw him. "Why Linda, you've brought your friend."
"This is Karen," Linda said, introducing her.
"I'm George," the man said. "Won't you come on in?"
Karen was so flustered she didn't even say hello. George didn't seem to notice as he led them inside the room. Karen saw that he was wearing sporty clothes and had a wealthy air. She couldn't help thinking that he looked a little like a playboy. She remembered the highly polished maroon Jaguar parked outside the lodge that morning. She guessed that it was his. There was something about his whole bearing that suggested that he had plenty of money to burn.
"Would you like a drink, Karen?" George asked. "I know Linda doesn't want one. Her mother doesn't let her drink," he said with a wink.
"Just a little one, please," Karen said. George had already started pouring the liquor and she wanted to stop him before he gave her too much. She didn't want to get drunk the way she had with Tom and Jerry.
"How's that?" George asked, handing her the glass. "Here's to your health," he said, raising his own glass.
"And to your wealth," Linda grinned. She had climbed onto the bed and was sitting Indian fashion with her legs crossed in a most unladylike manner. She was wearing faded jeans and the crotch seemed to be coming apart at the seams. She shouldn't sit that way, Karen thought. She looked for a place to sit down. The chair had a suitcase on it. Either she would have to sit on the bed or she would have to remain standing.
"You don't know what this does for me, to have two beautiful young ladies come and visit me," George said, sipping his drink.
"Come on, George, I know what it does for you. You showed me last summer," Linda said teasingly.
"Yes...well.. . " George reached down and put his hand right on the crotch of his pants and grinned. "I'm pleased to report that it still does the same thing."
"George, you're a dirty old man," Linda grinned.
"No," George said, thinking for a moment. "I prefer to think that I'm simply obsessed with sex. I love women, any way I can have them, and I believe I've had them in just about any way that has ever been invented."
"It's true," Linda nodded to Karen. "You should see this guy in action. A regular acrobat."
"Yes, but I don't believe that the essence of sex is contained in the position in which it is engaged. To be good, sex must be actively sought after by all of the parties who are concerned. Then, no matter how they take their pleasure, what ever they do will give them satisfaction."
Karen was getting very embarrassed. How could he talk so frankly about sex? What did he mean about all the parties enjoying what they were doing?
"But let me explain, Karen. I know you have certain inhibitions about reforming the sex act. You would probably be embarrassed if Linda and I were to have sex right now. You would probably think that even though we both wanted to do it, there would be something wrong about it."
"Oh, no," Karen said quickly without meaning to. She was only trying to be polite. Anyway, George would never do what he had just mentioned. There was no harm in agreeing with him if it would make him feel better.
"Really?" he asked. "You wouldn't be embarrassed if-for example-I was to let Linda suck my penis?"
Karen gulped. She couldn't help remembering how Tom had watched her as she sucked Jerry's penis. They had all been drunk of course, but still, she had done it. Could she really say anything if Linda wanted to do it now? "I wouldn't be embarrassed," Karen lied.
"Let's see," George said.
Karen was still standing in the middle of the room with her drink in her hand. She had wanted to sit down but she had been afraid to sit on the bed. She had been afraid that George would get the wrong idea about her. Now she was glad she was still standing. It would be easier to leave.
As Karen stood watching, George unzipped his pants and took out his penis as casually as he might have taken out a pocket watch to check the time. Although George must have been more than twice her age, she saw that his penis was still rather nice-looking.
It was all shrunken up and barely stood out over the top of his balls. Karen couldn't help but think that it looked very harmless and innocent. If it had been hard, she would have turned and fled but certainly he wasn't going to hurt her with that little thing. She relaxed a little.
"It's not so bad, is it?" George said, seeing what Karen had been thinking. "But let's see what happens when Linda kisses it. Remember, it's still the same penis."
Karen couldn't help wanting to watch what would happen to the shrunken little prick when Linda put it in her mouth. George seemed so old and she had heard that when men got old they couldn't get it up any more. She wondered if George would be able to.
Linda uncrossed her legs and got up off the bed. George was standing in the middle of the room with his penis poking out of his fly. He didn't attempt to move forward. He just waited for Linda to come to him. She knelt on the small scatter rug with her back straight. Her head came even with George's prick. George stood with his hands at his side and let Linda work.
Linda's hands also hung at her side. She simply leaned forward a little and caught George's small tool between her lips. She held it between them and sucked on it and ran her tongue over the head. Then, as she leaned back a little, she stretched out the limp prick. Karen could see that all the while she was sucking at the head. When Linda leaned forward again, Karen could see that George's cock had grown.
Linda kept sucking and stretching until George's prick was strong enough to stand by itself. Karen was surprised how big it was getting. Soon it didn't look anything like the little innocent bump which it had been when George had taken it out of his pants. Now it was proud and angry, youthful and strong, even though the body which it was attached to appeared old.
Linda's head kept going back and forth on the long red prick. It was shining with her spit now and she seemed to be working faster and faster. Her hands moved up from her sides and while she cupped George's balls with one of them, the other jerked the root of his tool. George stood with his hips pressed a little forward and his shoulders back square. He looked down at Linda with detachment, as though it wasn't even his own prick that was being sucked.
Despite George's stoic gaze, Linda seemed to know what effect she was having on him. She seemed to know when to speed up her lips and when to jerk his cock a little harder. Karen watched Linda's head rock back and forth faster and faster, her blonde hair rising and falling on her back. Suddenly George's cock seemed to tremble. Linda was opening her mouth wide and something white was oozing from the corner. As she pulled her head back a little farther, Karen could see the head of George's cock. It was spurting cum right into Linda's mouth! Again and again it pumped out the thick white load. Linda's tongue was being covered with a sticky wad. She pulled her' head back a little farther and semen splattered against her cheek. When the last drops had leaked out the tiny hole, Linda pulled away from him and sat back on her heels. She turned to Karen with her mouth open. "Want some?" she mumbled, just clearly enough for Karen to understand. Karen saw that her whole tongue was covered with his thick, translucent load.
"I must say that I was wrong about you," George said as he zipped up his fly again and turned to Karen. "I really thought you would be too embarrassed to watch. Now that you've been initiated, we should see if we can find something nice for you."
"I think we can do that," Linda said, licking her lips as she wiped George's cum off her cheek with the back of her hand. "Karen, how would you like me to lick you like I just licked him?"
Karen blushed. It had felt so good when Tom had done it but she wasn't sure about doing it with a woman. No, that wasn't right. She knew what it would be like. Johnny's wife had started to do it to her and she had liked it then. Of course, they didn't have a man watching them.
"Please don't let my presence inhibit you," George offered. "Believe me, nothing you could do would possibly shock me."
"Want to try it?" Linda offered again.
Karen knew she did. It had made her very excited to see Linda sucking on the man's penis. It had made her very excited to see his semen pump out into Linda's face. If George had been younger she would have hesitated, but there was something about him that suggested that he would be very discreet. She would have been happier if she had been alone with Linda but she decided to try for once to overcome her inhibitions and have some fun. Why shouldn't she? Everybody else around Hernando's seemed to do whatever they wanted to.
"Okay," Karen agreed. "We could try it." She saw that Linda was already kneeling at the foot of the bed, waiting for her to lie on it.
Karen felt very awkward when she spread her legs to make room for Linda between them. She had never done anything like this before, at least not for someone to watch. Still, there was something about George that made her feel a little more comfortable. He didn't seem to be at all surprised at her willingness. In fact, he even looked a little bored. It made Karen want to impress him, to prove to him with her firm young body that she wasn't just another girl. Trying to imitate Linda's bravado, she reached for her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She slipped out of her pants and tossed them onto the floor. She could see that George was trying to catch a glimpse of her breasts which were still covered by her white sweater. If he wants to see my tits, he can come over and take the sweater off! Karen thought. She was a little pleased with herself for thinking that way. It was the way Linda would have thought.
"Wow, you really want it," Linda said as Karen's hairy pussy lips opened up and revealed her pink snatch. There was already a trace of thick white cream around the tight opening of her vagina. Karen pressed her hands to her white thighs and waited. "Okay, I'm coming," Linda told her. She rocked her body forward and fell on her face between the soft smooth thighs. Her lips brushed against Karen's muff.
"Ohh!" Karen cried as Linda's first lick wet her clit. Linda drew back her tongue and started to eat
Karen with short, quick nibbles. Karen couldn't help grabbing Linda's head. She had to press it into her cunt, to trap it so it wouldn't get away. She had to have those lips all for herself.
6
***Archive Note***
In the original paperback, (Chapter) 6 was organized after (Chapter) 7, as has been reproduced here. So far as can be observed, the continuity of the story was maintained, with only the "Chapter" numbers out of sequence.
"Wheee," Karen cried as Tom and Jerry each put a shoulder under one of her arms to carry her to her room. She was feeling very tipsy from the liquor. After she had fucked Tom, they had given her more liquor and she had fucked Jerry, or had she sucked Tom? She wasn't quite sure. It all seemed so distant. The liquor was making her feel very good and Tom and Jerry had been giving her drink after drink. Why, she had even drunk more than they had! They probably thought she hadn't noticed but she had seen how after the third round they had started making her drinks stronger and taking less for themselves. But she hadn't said anything. She could hold her liquor better than they could-hadn't she proved it? The more she had drunk the better she felt. They couldn't get her drunk.
The air outside the boy's cabin felt cool and fresh but when Karen tried to look up at the moon she found she had trouble bending her neck. That's silly, she thought. I must have sprained it or something. Maybe I twisted it when I was sucking Jerry's cock. She giggled at the thought and Tom looked at her without knowing what she was thinking. Her body felt very heavy but she wasn't quite sure why they were carrying her. Did they think she couldn't stand up on her own two feet?
"My God," Karen heard someone cry through the haze in her brain. She was able to raise her eyebrows high enough to see Debbie Cambria.
"Hi!" Karen cried drunkenly, trying to wave the arm which was draped around Tom's shoulder. She noticed that Debbie was not alone. Mel was with he and behind them she saw Linda and Fred. They had just gotten back from Mary's.
Debbie stared at her in amazement. What's the matter? Karen thought. Haven't you ever seen somebody have a good time? She tried to say it but the words got lost in her throat and she just made a mumbling sound which she couldn't even recognize herself.
"Mel! Come on. Let's get her to bed."
Mel looked at Karen but he didn't move. His eyes took in the gobs of cum splattered across the front of her blouse. He saw the wet patches on her skirt where Karen had spilled her drinks. A little saliva had drooled out of her mouth and was drying on her chin. Karen was a mess.
She looked up and saw that George was still just standing in the middle of the room watching them, but she was pleased to see that he looked a little more interested now. Karen was beginning to feel like an actress. The bed was her stage and George was her audience. No, that wasn't right. The look of ecstasy on her face was no act. The thrill she got when Linda licked her pussy was very real.
Linda continued to lick hungrily at Karen's muff. Karen could feel the saliva drooling down between her legs and wetting the bed beneath her, but she didn't care. It was George's bed anyway and weren't they chambermaids? They could get him fresh sheets if they had to. Karen noticed that George was finally taking off his clothes.
He turned away from them for a moment, as though his getting undressed had nothing to do with the two women who were making love on the bed. He hung his shirt over the back of a chair and found a hanger from the closet for his pants. Karen noticed that he left his long socks on so that his feet and calves were still covered. Other than his socks, George was naked.
"I'm afraid that I have ugly feet," he said to Karen as she looked at the socks. "I hope you don't mind."
But Karen wasn't thinking about his feet any more. She was looking at his naked cock. Although Linda had just sucked a thick load of spunk from his balls, his prick was already hard again. Karen could see why Linda had invited her along. George seemed to be more than enough for both of them.
"You'll pardon me for engaging in my favorite perversion," George said, climbing up onto the bed behind Linda. Karen wasn't sure what he was going to do but she wanted to watch. She wished there was some other position they could get into. She wished Linda's body wasn't blocking her view.
"Upsy-daisy," George said, taking hold of Linda's hips with both hands and pulling her up on her hands and knees. He almost pulled her so hard that Linda's mouth came away from Karen's twat but Karen grabbed Linda's hair and refused to let her go until the tongue resumed its work.
Linda still had all her clothes on but George was about to do something about that. Kneeling down behind her he reached around Linda's stomach and undid the button holding her jeans up. The faulty zipper of the tight jeans slid down by itself as Linda took a deep breath.
"That's what I like to see," George said as he saw the zipper part and the front of Linda's jeans open up. He reached through the open fly and rubbed his hand against the smooth nylon of her panties. Karen watched him put his hand inside the panties and move his middle finger down between the furry lips of Linda's pussy. Although Linda couldn't show it with her mouth fastened to Karen's snatch, Karen knew Linda was feeling every movement of George's hand.
"Ripe and juicy," George commented as his finger poked into the opening of Linda's vagina. "Let's see how things are on the other side."
He pulled his hand out of Linda's panties and wiped off the wet finger on her jeans. His hands went to the waist of the jeans and gently tugged them down over her hips. Karen looked up and watched with fascination. Even though Linda was a woman, there was something fascinating about her body and the way George was uncovering it. She didn't know what made her do it but suddenly she sat up and reached for Linda's breasts. Her hands found the twin mounds and covered them. When Linda didn't seem to object, Karen gave them a little squeeze.
Oh, what am I doing? Karen thought as she lay back on the bed and tugged her own sweater off over her head. She had planned to wait and let George get curious, but now it wasn't George she was doing it for. She was doing it for Linda. She wanted Linda to see her naked breasts and touch them. She wanted to uncover Linda's body and touch her. She knew that it was wrong, but she didn't care. She wanted to be touched by another woman, just to see what it felt like. She wanted to touch Linda all over.
"Wow, groovy," Linda said as Karen tossed her sweater to the floor. She had quickly reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and sent it flying in the opposite direction. Then, pushing her arms behind her for support, she sat up and took Linda's head in her hands. She pulled Linda away from her dripping muff. She pulled Linda up so the other girl's tongue would be licking her breasts. She pulled Linda's head down to her hard nipples.
Linda seemed more than willing to accommodate Karen's whim. When she kissed Karen's breasts she gave her a bigger thrill than even Mel had been able to do. Karen's hands found Linda's breasts and pulled Linda's blouse up over her bra. She wanted to take off Linda's clothes but, lying on her back, it was too awkward for her.
But Linda knew what Karen wanted. She seemed to know the whole thing. She stopped kissing Karen's breasts for a moment and sat up. Quickly she peeled her blouse over her head and unfastened her bra. She dropped them to the floor and stretched her body out on top of Karen's. Their breasts ground together and their hard nipples met. Suddenly Karen could no longer control a wild impulse she was having. She clutched Linda's head and kissed her on the lips.
When she tried to push her tongue into Linda's mouth, the other girl opened her jaws wider and let their tongues meet. Karen held Linda tightly as their tongues explored each other's mouths.
George had been watching the two girls but he had not been entirely idle. Although he hadn't bothered to pull Linda's jeans down farther than the middle of her thighs, his middle finger had become active again. This time he didn't have to bother to reach around in front of her. His hand simply probed between her legs and his finger easily located her warm pussy. His finger dipped into the creamy vagina and poked in past the knuckle.
George let his finger get good and wet. He was going to need every drop of lubrication for what he was about to do. He slowly poked the finger in and out until it was dripping cream. Busy as she was with Karen, Linda hardly noticed his finger. She needed bigger things to stimulate her cunt. She needed wet tongues and hard cocks.
George pulled his sopping finger out of Linda's cunt and examined it. He was careful to make sure that his fingernail was not too sharp. He certainly didn't want to hurt his favorite piece of ass. He waited until Linda had left Karen's breasts and was hunched over her pussy again. As she sucked greedily at Karen's muff, her buttocks rose in the air. Her legs were parted as far as she could part them with her jeans still around her thighs. She was giving George a perfect shot at her tight brown eye.
George's finger quivered over his target for a few seconds and Linda seemed to know instinctively what he was going to do. "Oh, yes!" she cried and Karen wondered what she was talking about. Karen couldn't see the outstretched finger.
George's finger nailed the small brown hole dead center but although Linda had been prepared, she had been unable to keep her body from drawing in the tight muscles. "Ouch!" she cried as the finger tried to ram its way into the hole. Even with her slippery pussy cream coating the skinny finger, her ass-hole was still too tight for it to go right in.
"Don't be alarmed, my dear," George said trying to calm her. "I think we can make things fit together here." He pushed the finger to the tight rim again and this time pressed into it more gently.
What is he doing to her? Karen thought. She wanted to get up so she could look but it felt so good to have her pussy eaten she couldn't bear to pull away from Linda's tongue.
This time the thick fuck cream did its work. George wiggled the finger in Linda's pussy until it was dripping with her wet lubrication. Then, pushing the finger to her ass-hole again, he wiggled it gently until the finger slowly disappeared between the tight muscles.
"Ahhh!" Linda cried, feeling her anus penetrated by the thin finger. Her anal muscles loosened and tightened as the finger worked deeper into her hole. She loved what he was doing to her but she knew the best was yet to come. She knew this was only half the act.
"How does it feel, my dear?" George asked her.
"Holy shit, don't keep me waiting. Plug my cunt!"
Neither Linda nor Karen could see George's smile of satisfaction as he raised his other hand to his lips and sucked on the middle finger to wet it. Of all the things that he liked to do with women, this was his favorite. Especially when the girls were young, young enough so they had only been with inexperienced boys in the back seats of cars, young enough so they still hadn't learned the finer art of ass-hole fucking. He pulled the finger from his mouth and reached between Linda's legs in front of his other hand. Easily, he pushed the finger to Linda's dripping vagina. Slowly he drove it up her wet cunt.
"Yes! Oh, do it like that!" Linda cried feeling both holes plugged at the same time. Although George was an older man and his fingers were delicate and thin, he knew how to use them to best advantage. He knew that someday his body would be too old to pump blood into his prick and when that day came, he would still be ready. He would still have women because he would know how to please them. Linda's cries were proof of that. He knew they were very, very real. He knew he could make her come with just those two fingers.
Although Karen had not gotten off yet from Linda's frantic sucking, she was becoming very curious about what was going on behind Linda's back. She wished there were some way she could have her pleasure and still see what was happening.
"Linda," George said, looking at Karen. "I think we're being rude. Karen can't see what we're doing."
Linda looked up from the spit-drenched snatch and Karen saw that saliva was running down her chin. She could hear what George was saying but she seemed content to go on with what she was doing. She was having too much fun to stop.
"Linda," George said again, a little more firmly this time. "There's another way we can do this. If you let me lie on my back, I think I can give you both a great deal of pleasure."
Linda's ears perked up. She knew what he was talking about. She knew George was offering more than just a skinny finger. She could already feel his cock pressing against the back of her leg.
"Linda? Did you hear me?"
"Yes," she cried as she suddenly pulled her head away from Karen's twat and sat back. As her body moved backwards, her muscles in both holes squeezed tighter on George's fingers, trapping them and holding them tight. "It's okay with me, just so I get the hairy bone. Karen can have the suck job."
George looked down at Karen. "Well, my dear? You heard her. Is what she suggested all right with you?"
Karen's mouth was too dry with excitement to even give a choked reply. She simply nodded her head.
"Very good. Linda, let me get my fingers out of here. And you had better take off your pants. I think they'll be getting in the way."
George got off the bed and Karen couldn't help noticing that he was careful to wipe his finger off with his handkerchief. He waited patiently as Linda climbed off the bed and slipped out of her jeans. Karen lay still, watching both of them. She knew she would have to move but she felt so lazy. She just wanted to lie where she was and have Linda keep licking at her sweet pussy, and maybe even let George fuck her.
"Better move aside," Linda said, looking down at Karen. "We'll get him stretched out on the bed and then we can have some fun."
Karen rolled over to the other side of the bed and got to her feet. George climbed onto the bed and lay on his back. Karen saw that his penis had gotten soft again. He certainly wasn't going to give Linda what she wanted with that limp dick.
"Karen," George said, seeing that she was looking at his penis. "How would you like to be the one to make it hard this time? Do you like to suck cocks?"
Oh! Karen thought. What's happening to me! She knew she shouldn't like to suck penises but she wanted to suck George's very much. He wasn't at all like the other men she had known. He was more refined, more easy about sex. He seemed as though he wouldn't think any more or less of her whether she sucked his penis or not. She couldn't help thinking with relief that George certainly wouldn't go around bragging about his conquests like that awful Johnny had. She could suck his penis or not, it was all up to her. Nobody was going to make her do anything she didn't want to. "Yes, I'd like to," Karen said.
Linda stood out of the way as Karen leaned over the bed. She hesitated when she noticed that she could smell the heavy male odor of the shrunken prick. But she was drawn to it. Her fingers reached down and touched the wrinkled bag which held his potent nuts. She had never really played with a man like this before. The other times she had done it she had been drunk, or fighting against her partner. Now she felt more relaxed, more confident in what she was doing. She pressed the twin stones between her fingers and felt them slip around inside their bag. She caught the spongy cock between her fingers and examined it. Somehow it looked so small and helpless, nothing like the stout prick which had taken her cherry. She leaned a little closer to it so she could kiss it.
"It's not so bad, is it, my dear?" George asked.
"No," Karen agreed, finding her voice. In fact, it seemed rather nice. She kissed the tiny penis again. This time when her lips touched the head which was half-buried under the loose foreskin, she felt the cock give a jump. Her kiss had brought it to life. It excited her to think she could arouse him with her lips. She bent closer to the limp prick and caught the head between her lips. She was a little surprised to find that it actually felt nice. There was nothing nasty or dirty about George's cock.
George lay back and stared at the ceiling as Karen sucked his prick. He knew that all he had to do was to give her a chance and she would figure out the rest for herself. He had the feeling that although she might have done this before she had never enjoyed it like she was enjoying it now. He didn't want to rush her or pressure her. He wanted to let her do it all by herself. He knew that if he was patient and kind, he would turn her into a first rate cocksucker.
Karen worked easily with her tongue and lips. George's cock was growing each time her lips pressed back the loose foreskin. It was standing up by itself, tall and firm. Now she could clutch the root firmly in one hand and steady it while she sucked at the long shaft with her wet lips.
"Hey, don't hog it all for yourself," Linda called. George looked at her a little impatiently. He wanted to let Karen do it this time. The summer before he had taught Linda to suck cocks. Now he wanted to give his attention to his new student.
"Get on top of me," George told Linda.
"That's better," she agreed although George knew that even his experienced tongue would not be able to give Linda all that she craved. He knew that only his hard prick would satisfy her. He wanted to let Karen go on until she had made him come but he was afraid that Linda would be too impatient. He didn't want to get Linda too impatient. She was much too good a lay.
"Karen . . . " George said, making his decision. "I think you'd better go easy. If you suck it any more I'm going to come. Why don't you let me do it to you?"
Karen looked up at him. She didn't want to stop sucking the hot cock. She wanted to let her lips work up and down the length of the shaft until George came in her mouth the way he had done with Linda. She wanted to feel his hot spunk against her cheek. She wanted to rub her hands in the slippery cum and cover her body with it. Still, George was offering to eat her pussy. That was something she wanted too.
"Okay," Karen agreed, taking one last lick of George's rigid cock. She climbed up over him and straddled his face with her wide-spread thighs.
"Why don't you turn around the other way?" George suggested. "That way you can watch Linda."
Karen thought what a good suggestion it was. She got up and turned around. When she knelt down again, her split pussy was directly over George's mouth. She felt his tongue flick up through it and rub against her clit. She could see his cock, still standing straight up from his hairy balls. She looked at Linda, waiting to see what she was going to do.
Linda stood watching for a moment. Then slowly she came over to the bed. She stepped up onto the bed and stood over them, balancing herself so she didn't fall. She straddled George's hips with her two feet and gracefully squatted over them, reaching for his cock, taking it in her hand, guiding it to the blonde-fringed lips that opened as her knees bent apart.
Karen saw that she was guiding the cock straight to her vagina. She was not even stopping to play with it or kiss it, although Karen couldn't help seeing that George's cock was still shining from her own saliva. Smoothly and gracefully, Linda's hungry cunt swallowed up the long tool.
"Ohh!" she moaned as her hips wiggled back and forth on the upright prick. When Linda moved her hips up and uncovered the prick a little, Karen could see that she had left a white ring around George's cock. She had left a shiny circle of her thick cream.
George nibbled hungrily at Karen's pussy but Karen's attention was on Linda. She knew Linda was still playing with George. She knew Linda was teasing him, trying to get him worked up, trying to show him how good she could make him feel.
Linda raised her hips off of George's cock and let the hard joint slide all the way out. Karen could see that now the whole length of his prick was covered with her white cream. Karen thought Linda had just pulled it out to show it to her but she seemed to be doing something else with it. She was reaching between her legs with her hand and running it through the gash of her cunt. Linda was wetting her hand with the lubricating cream. She was getting the hand slippery with her own juice.
Linda reached back a little farther. Karen could see that she was wiping the slippery cream in the crack between the cheeks of her ass. Maybe it itches her from where he put his finger, Karen thought. Maybe she's just trying to scratch it.
But there was certainly something funny about the way Linda was scratching. It was true that she was running her hand up and down the full length of the crack but she was doing something else. She was poking her own finger into the tight brown hole into which George had poked his finger. Why is she doing that? Karen wondered. Certainly that wouldn't feel nice. Still, from the look on Linda's face, Karen couldn't help thinking that Linda was finding it nice. Linda looked as though she was finding it very nice indeed.
Linda rubbed her hand until she had transferred all the slippery cream from the hand to her rear end. Then she reached down and seized George's cock again. What is she doing? Karen wondered as Linda pulled the hard joint back so far that it went right past her pussy. She was trying to push George's cock into her but she had completely missed her vagina. Karen looked again in amazement. Linda was trying to put George's cock into her tight ass-hole!
"Oh, baby, do that harder," George said, taking his face from Karen's muff to speak. Karen squatted down closer to his face so he couldn't pull away from her. She didn't care if George was trying to fuck Linda up the ass. She was going to get her pussy eaten.
Karen could see that George was having trouble penetrating Linda's tight anus. She wasn't surprised. George's cock was very big and the head seemed so round and blunt. How could he ever get it into that tight little hole which was meant for something entirely different?
But neither Linda nor George seemed to realize that they couldn't possibly fit together that way. Linda had George's cock in her hand and was yanking it up, trying to force it past the tight brown rim of her anus. George was raising his hips, thrusting with all his strength to penetrate the back passage. As Linda squatted down a little farther, George gave a mighty lunge. Karen saw that the head of his cock had split the wrinkled brown eye apart and lodged inside it. George was fucking her straight up the ass.
"Ohh!" Linda cried, feeling her tight channel being forced apart. She struggled to wiggle her hips and drive the hard rod deeper inside her. She wanted to feel the full length of his strong tool. As Karen watched, she could see that gradually George's prick was disappearing inside Linda's tight brown ass-hole.
George pumped his hips in strong strokes. He worked his cock up and down as Linda lowered her hips. Gradually they started to work together in a steady motion. As Linda's hips rocked back and forth, George's cock disappeared right up to his balls. Now they were fucking frantically.
Karen couldn't stand the sight of what was going on in front of her. Even though George's tongue was still sucking her clit skillfully, she needed more. She needed the warmth of another body to press against her. Linda was only two feet away from her and although Linda's cunt was out of reach and her ass was plugged by George's cock, her naked breasts were jiggling with every thrust of her strong hips. Karen reached out to touch the other woman.
Linda saw what Karen wanted and looked up. She could see the hungry look in the other girl's eyes. She could see tht the other girl had the same need as she herself was feeling. Their arms went around each other in a tight embrace. Their lips met. Their tongues probed each other's mouths. Karen felt Linda's breasts rub against her own.
This was what she needed. This was the full contact of another warm body which would give her the stimulation she craved. She embraced Linda furiously as George licked faster at her cunt. She could feel herself coming. She knew at last she was going to get off. She wondered about Linda and about George. She wanted to help them but she could only think about herself. She felt the tingle inside the walls of her cunt and knew she was coming. She felt her body explode in flashes of ecstasy which were so strong that they hurt her. Her cunt trembled and shook as her body was torn with her pleasure.
Karen squatted, frozen over George's head as Linda continued to work her hips on his stiff prick. She seemed to know how to do it so she would make things work just as fast as she wanted them to. Karen looked down and saw that George's eyes were shut tight. She knew George was about to come too. Linda's ass closed tight on George's cock and the hard joint trembled inside her.
"Jesus Christ, I'm coming!" he cried. His cock spurted hot cum deep into the recesses of Linda's ass-hole. Linda clamped her body tight on him and looked down between her legs. Karen could see that some of the cum was already oozing past the hard cock, dripping from Linda's ass-hole, running down her smooth white thigh.
8
Linda had gone into town with Mel again. Karen didn't mind. She knew Linda was still trying to get Mel to go to bed with her. Karen hoped that she succeeded. It would serve that Debbie Cambria right. Debbie thought she owned Mel. Karen hoped Linda got Mel to go to bed with her and everybody at the lodge found out about it. Then just see what Debbie could do about it! Then Debbie would feel the same humiliation she had felt. She had told Linda to take her time. She didn't mind making every room up by herself if only she could have the chance to see Debbie humiliated.
Usually Karen started with the first room she came to and worked her way down the hall. But today she broke her routine. Without even bothering to bring clean sheets with her, she went straight to the room George had occupied. She wanted to see if he had left them anything as Linda had said he would.
George had already checked out. While Karen was eating breakfast she had looked out the window and seen him putting his suitcase in the back of the maroon Jaguar. She had been right about that much. The flashy sports car did belong to George. When George drove off in a shower of flying gravel, Karen couldn't help being a little sorry that he was gone. George was the first man who really made her feel wanted, even though he only wanted her for her body.
She quickly found his room and saw that he had left the door opened. She hoped nobody had been in the room ahead of her. She pushed her way into the room and looked in the sink. What she saw made her heart leap with joy. She was almost too nervous to pick it up. A crisp, green fifty-dollar bill was laying in the sink waiting for her. Her hand touched it and she looked again. There was something else. There were two fifty-dollar bills! George had left them one hundred dollars!
Karen wished she could show the fifty-dollar bills to Debbie. That was as much money as Debbie probably made in a week and she didn't have half as much fun making it. She started to pick the money up. She heard someone behind her. When she turned around quickly she saw the man staring at her, wide eyed. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. It was her brother!
Dick Carter was planning to surprise his sister. He and Peter had come to the lodge without even telling their parents. When he had asked in the kitchen where he could find Karen Carter, they had told him. But he couldn't help overhearing something else they were whispering about Karen, something about a man she had been seen with. Now, Dick's eyes drew away from his sister. He saw the money she had been reaching for in the sink. He saw how crisp and new the bills were and how they were much too large to be a regular tip. Dick had guessed what the money was for before Karen even opened her mouth.
"Dick! What are you doing here? I'm just
"You're just peddling your ass!" Dick spat. "What did you have to do to get that?" he cried, pointing at the money. "Did you fuck him? Did you give him a blow job? Christ, Karen, what the hell's happening to you?"
Karen felt horribly embarrassed. Certainly she couldn't tell her brother the truth. She couldn't tell him about George and Linda. "Nothing," she lied quickly. "What do you mean?"
Dick grabbed the money out of the sink. "This is what I mean! What did he give it to you for? Don't tell me he just liked the way you made the bed." Dick threw the money back into the sink.
"No, Dick, please! I didn't do anything!" Karen cried, frantic now. She had to convince him that there was some good explanation for the man leaving her the money. She couldn't let him know the truth. What would happen when he told their parents? And hadn't he said something about Peter? Was Peter here too? Oh, God, Karen thought. What if Peter finds out what a slut I am? She had to make Dick believe some lie, anything at all. "Dick, really, I didn't do anything. There was another girl. She's not here today. Really, they'll tell you. Her name is Linda."
"Christ, don't lie to me. It's bad enough that you're a whore, don't become a liar too. Oh, Christ," Dick said, looking straight into her eye. "You make me disgusted!"
Karen couldn't stop the tears from running down her cheek. She knew that everything Dick was saying was true. She was no better than a whore. She had sold her body for money. She buried her head in her hands. How could she ever face her parents again? What would become of her?
She didn't raise her head again until she had heard Dick storm out of the room. He slammed the door behind him as though she made him so nauseated that he wanted to keep her locked in the room. Karen wiped her tears on her sleeve. She noticed the money again. Oh, how she hated it! Still, half of it was Linda's. She couldn't just leave it. She picked up the two fifty-dollar bills and put them in her pocket.
Karen remembered that she still had work to do. If she goofed up on the job again, Fred would fire her and that would mean she would be sent home. She couldn't have that happen, not now. She tried to forget about her brother as she went back to work. Working was the only thing that could make her forget.
At noontime Karen didn't feel at all hungry. How could she face the others in the kitchen? Still, she would have to face them sometime. She couldn't hide forever. Hiding would only make it worse.
When she got down to the kitchen she saw that her brother and Peter were both sitting at the table with the staff. Peter looked up and saw her. "Hi, Karen," he called, as though nothing had happened. Why is he pretending? Karen thought. She didn't answer. She noticed that her brother didn't even turn around to look at her.
Karen could barely hold her plate steady enough for Tom to serve her. She could see from the way that he looked at her that he knew something had happened between her and her brother but he was nice enough not to say anything to upset her. Karen took her plate and found a seat at the far end of the table, as far away from her brother and Peter as she could get. She prayed that they wouldn't say anything to her during the meal. Even if all the others already knew about her, it would be terrible for them to mention it.
Although Karen tried not to look at Dick and Peter, she couldn't help notice that Peter was talking with Debbie. They seemed to have become friends already although Dick and Peter had just arrived. Peter was also talking to Fred. They seemed to be getting along well and she overheard Fred say something about how Peter could stay on if he wanted to. Fred promised that he could find work for him. But Karen was relieved when Peter said he couldn't stay. He and Dick were driving to San Francisco. They had just stopped at the lodge so that Dick could see his sister. Karen felt Fred's eyes on her when Peter said that. Fred could see that Dick and Karen weren't even talking to each other.
After lunch Karen hurried back to work. She worked quickly, almost frantically, so that if anyone saw her they wouldn't be tempted to stop and gossip. She couldn't bear to have to talk with anyone. Just before she had finished up the last room, Linda came in to see how she was doing. She had just gotten back from her trip to town with Mel. Karen was happy to see her. After everything that had happened, Linda was the only one she could trust.
"Hi, what's happening?" Linda asked cheerfully, seeing that Karen was almost finished for the day. "Say, I saw your brother downstairs, and wasn't that Peter Whitney with him? What are they doing here?"
"Oh, I don't know," Karen cried with exasperation.
"Say, what's the matter, what happened, Karen?" Linda asked, seeing that something was obviously wrong.
"They know," Karen exclaimed and she started to cry again.
"Know what?" Linda asked.
"They know about this!" she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the two fifty-dollar bills. "They know I'm nothing but a whore!"
Linda took one of the bills and stuffed it into her own pocket. Karen hated the money, she didn't want it, she had been planning to tear it up, but Linda was her only friend now. If Linda would take the money, she would too. She put the other fifty back in her pocket.
"Don't worry about it," Linda advised. "They're men too. Your brother-likes to get laid just like anyone else. Believe me, he's not as innocent as you think."
It made her feel a little better that Linda was trying to comfort her but still, two wrongs didn't make a right. Even if her brother was like that too, Karen knew that it was no excuse for her own behavior.
"Look, I've got to get going," Linda said. "I'll talk to you later. Right now I have to pay a little visit to Melville Reed." She winked and Karen knew she had been successful. Linda had gotten
Mel away from Debbie and Karen was very pleased. But her sense of triumph would have been a little greater if she hadn't seen Peter talking to Debbie. He had acted altogether too friendly to her.
At suppertime Karen sat next to Linda, thinking that if they were together nobody would stare at her. She was wrong. It seemed to work just the opposite way. Because they were together, even the people who had tried to ignore her at lunch were now peeking out of the corners of their eyes. Although they didn't say anything, Karen couldn't help thinking that they were looking at her as though she had some sort of a disease. It made her feel very uncomfortable.
Both her brother and Peter were at supper but although Peter again said hello to her when she sat down, they didn't talk to her during the meal. After she had finished eating, Karen went straight up to her room and locked the door. She knew that Linda was going to go for a ride with Mel and she didn't want to have to face all the others alone.
Karen was lying on her bed feeling very sorry for herself when she heard a knocking on her door. She didn't want to answer it. Linda was out and there was nobody else she wanted to talk to. Maybe it was that horrible Debbie. Now that Linda had gotten Mel away from her she was going to work on Peter. Oh, how she hated Debbie! "Karen?" she heard the man's voice call. At first she thought it might be Fred coming to fire her. Then she realized it was her brother. She dragged herself up off the bed and went to open the door.
Dick stepped inside the room without saying anything. Karen closed the door behind him and went back to the bed and sat down. She didn't care any more about what her brother thought about her. How could she feel any worse than she felt already? There was nothing Dick could say to her that she hadn't already said to herself.
"Karen," Dick said, pulling up a chair next to the bed. "Karen, I want you to tell me everything that happened last night, everything that you and Linda did with that man. We're going to straighten this out. We're going to find out who he was. He could go to jail for what he did to you! You're still under-age!"
How could she tell Dick what she had done with George? How could he possibly understand how excited she had gotten and how she had needed George's body as much as he had needed hers? Her brother thought George had forced her. Her brother thought that the only reason she had done what she had done was to get the money. She wanted to laugh. She would have done it all over again even if there was no money at all. She had loved every moment of it, although now she felt horribly guilty. "There's nothing to tell," she said, lowering her eyes.
"I'll bet there's nothing to tell," Dick said sarcastically. "Let's start from the beginning. We'll just take this step by step and see if we can't make some sense of it. First of all, why did you go up to his room?"
"Because!" Karen said, as though that was enough of an explanation. She didn't feel that she had to account to her brother. She remembered what Linda had told her about Dick not being so innocent.
"Because what?" Dick asked, angry at her reluctance to answer.
"Just because. I don't know. Leave me alone!"
"Look," Dick said, springing up from his chair. "When my sister has to sell her body like a cheap slut, there's got to be a reason. I want to know what it is!" He grabbed both her shoulders and started to shake her. Karen knew he was so angry that he would hurt her if she didn't give an answer to his question. Karen was angry too but she only had words to fight back with.
"Okay, okay," she cried, trying to shake loose from Dick's tight grip. "I did it because I wanted to, that's why!"
Dick's hands slowly relaxed their grip on her shoulders. He sat back in the chair and looked straight into her eyes. "You what?" he asked in a whisper.
"I did it because I wanted to," Karen repeated looking straight back at him. She could see that he was stunned. She was afraid that when the shock wore off, he was going to be violent.
"You wanted to?" Dick asked, not believing her words. She just returned his stare without flinching. Dick shook his head. "You like to do that?" he asked in amazement.
"Yes, I like it," Karen shot back. She said it to revenge herself on her brother more than because it was the truth.
"You'd do it with any man? Just so long as he pays you? You don't care?" Dick stared at her incredulously.
"Yes," Karen lied. "What's the difference?"
She knew she was only parroting what Linda had taught her. In her heart she knew there was still a very big difference, but she could never explain that to her brother. Dick would never believe that it was right for her to go to bed with one man and wrong for her to go to bed with another. As far as Dick was concerned, either she was a nice girl or she was a slut. In his eyes she had already proven herself to be a whore and she was too angry to explain to him how she really felt.
"You don't care?" Dick asked again.
Karen shook her head.
"You'd hump anybody?"
She nodded.
"You'd even fuck me?" he asked.
Before Karen could think what she was doing, she had nodded her head again.
"Holy shit," Dick muttered, no longer looking at his sister. Her talk was getting him very excited. He liked women who were liberated, women who had no inhibitions, but he couldn't believe that his own sister was one of them. He had to find out.
"Okay, Karen," he said looking up again. "Let's fuck. You and me. You don't mind doing it with me, do you?"
Karen sensed that he didn't mean it. He was only trying to prove to her that she hadn't meant what she had just said, but she wasn't going to admit she had lied. "Okay," she said, pretending it was nothing to her. "Let's fuck."
Dick glared at her. What was she saying? His own sister had offered to fuck him? What kind of a cheap whore was she? Would she really go through with it? "What are you waiting for?" he asked angrily. "Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" He was sure this would put an end to her act.
Okay, Karen thought, you want it, you're going to get it. It suddenly occurred to her that if she did it with her brother, he wouldn't tell her parents all those things he had found out about her! Still, she really didn't think he would do it. He was just daring her. Karen stood up in front of Dick's chair and started to unbutton her blouse.
"Christ," Dick said as he watched the buttons come apart. He knew it was time to stop her but there was something very fascinating about Karen's young body. The sight of the fresh white bra underneath the blouse and the naked flesh of her smooth flat stomach were giving him a hard-on. Even though she was his sister, she was still a woman. And he was still a man.
Karen tossed the blouse to the floor and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She saw that her brother's eyes had already focused on her breasts. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let the cups fall forward. She tossed her bra aside and pulled back her shoulders. Her firm young breasts stood out proudly from her chest. Her nipples were pink and hard.
"Christ!" Dick said again. Her tits jiggled as she reached for the zipper at her waist. Karen pushed the faded jeans down over her hips and exposed her sheer panties.
"Well?" Karen asked defiantly. "Aren't you going to take your clothes off too?" There was a note of sarcasm in her voice. She really didn't think he was going to do it.
"Yeah," Dick muttered as he got up from the chair. Karen could see his hard prick pressing out against the front of his pants. She was pleased with herself for arousing him. With a stiff prick in his pants, she knew he wasn't going to do any preaching to her.
Karen kicked off the jeans and slipped out of her panties. As her hairy pussy came free of the panties, Dick almost tripped on the leg of his own pants. Karen fought to keep from laughing at him. He seemed to have stopped worrying about her morals.
Dick pulled off his shirt and he was naked except for a pair of Jockey shorts. He looked a little embarrassed. His cock was struggling to push its head out from under the tight elastic waistband of the shorts.
"Well?" Karen asked again. "Haven't you ever gotten laid?"
"Not with a whore," Dick spat back, struggling to maintain his superiority.
"Come on, I'll show you what it's like," Karen said as she turned to the bed. She climbed up onto the bedspread and lay on her back. She spread her legs apart so he could lie between them. She bent her knees upward so the lips of her pussy opened up and he could see her hungry snatch. She still wasn't sure what he was going to do but she had gone too far to stop. She wasn't going to chicken out.
"Is that the way whores do it?" Dick asked. "I thought they liked to get it from behind."
Karen didn't even answer. A whore gave it to her customer any way he wanted it. If Dick wanted to mount her like a dog, she would let him. It was all the same to her. She rolled over on her stomach and climbed up on all fours. "Is this the way you want it?" she asked, still waiting for him to take off his shorts.
"Christ," Dick said again, as if it were the only word he knew. With a disgusted look on his face, he pulled off his shorts and kicked them into the corner. Karen looked up from where she was kneeling down on the bed and saw that his cock was long and hard. All those years of growing up together and she had never realized that her brother had such a nice prick.
Dick climbed up on the bed behind her without speaking. Karen felt his prick brush against the back of her leg as he knelt in position. His hand reached between her legs and his fingers parted the furry pussy lips. She felt his fingers explore until he had found her clit. Linda had been right. Dick wasn't so innocent. The way he was rubbing the tender bump, she could tell he was experienced. He was getting her very excited.
"Does it feel good, whore?" Dick taunted her.
"Oh, yes!" Karen cried, no longer playing games with him. She couldn't pretend while his finger was rubbing her clit. It felt too good. She didn't want to give him any excuse to stop.
Dick rubbed his finger harder. He was angry at his sister for enjoying what he was doing. He was angry at himself for doing it. He was no longer acting either. What had started out to be a lesson had turned into something else. Dick was feeling very horny.
He stroked his finger up and down in the tender gash and probed the opening to Karen's deep fuck hole. As his finger found the hole, it slid on something wet. Christ, he thought, she really does like it! He saw that his sister's cunt was dripping cream.
Dick couldn't stand doing it with his finger. He was giving her all the pleasure and getting nothing for himself. He had to show her, he had to prove that she really didn't like it. He would never be able to prove it with his finger on her clit. Dick reached for his stiff penis. He raised his hips and guided the long shaft between her legs. He forced it between the furry lips. He moved it up and down the hairy gash until he felt the head of his prick slip on the cream. He wiggled the hard cock back and forth on the creamy part until he had wet the head.
Pulling back and taking aim, Dick plunged into his sister's tight vagina. He felt her muscles contract and fight him for a moment. Then the blunt head slipped in. His knees rose off the bed. He bore down on her with all his weight. His cock sunk deeper and deeper into the wet hole until his balls slapped against Karen's thighs.
"Ohh!" Karen cried as her brother's hard tool split her tight channel open wide. She felt a marvelous friction as he pushed quickly into her without letting her cream lubricate his cock. Although she knew that she was fighting him, she wanted him to hurry. Seeing him take off his clothes had gotten her very horny. The fact that he was her brother made Karen want him even more.
"Do you like that?" Dick asked as her tight vagina practically tore the tender flesh from his cock. After the first quick plunge he had to slow down or he would have been too sore to fuck. She was damn tight, tighter than most of his girl friends. Dick liked that. Every movement his cock made sent spasms up his spine. But he knew he couldn't last like this. Not when she was so tight. All that friction from her fresh young cunt was going to make him come.
"Don't stop!" Karen cried as she felt her brother slowing down. She knew he was trying to save himself, to let the feeling pass, but her own feeling would pass too. She couldn't stand to have that happen. "Please, do it faster! Fuck me harder!"
Dick heard her and his anger returned. He had eight inches of hard meat rammed up her box and she was begging for more! He would give her more! He forgot about how he was trying to hold his load back, he forgot about how he wanted to show her how long he could last. Dick started humping her in short hard jabs. He drove his cock into the tight hole without mercy, bearing down on her with all his weight, shoving his prick into her until he thought he could feel the bottom. He was splitting her apart but he didn't care. He was going to show her what he could do, he was going to show her what it was like to get a hard fuck from a stiff bone.
"Oh, yes!" Karen cried as she felt Dick's strokes speeding up. His cock was working in and out in rapid thrusts. Although she was creaming, she could still feel the hot friction of their bodies burning together. Karen pressed her cheek flat against the mattress and shoved her ass out hard. He was leaning over her, pressing into the middle of her back with the palms of his hands. Karen held her legs together and felt the friction increase. She knew he wouldn't be able to last, not the way she was giving it to him now.
"Oh, shit! Come on, baby! Here it comes!"
Karen closed her eyes and felt the hot spunk shoot into her. She could feel one charge and then another. There may have been a third, she couldn't be sure. Her cunt was already so full of the thick cum that she couldn't tell. She felt her brother's weight collapse on her back. Then he was climbing off her. Karen could feel an oozing sensation deep inside her cunt. She knew that the heavy load was beginning to find its way back down the tight channel. She knew that in a few more moments it would be dripping down between her legs.
When Dick climbed off her, Karen could see that his prick was limp. He seemed angry with himself for having come so quickly. He glared at her. "Well, if you're a real whore, why don't you suck it and get it hard again!"
Karen looked at the withered cock which was shiny with both of their juices. He had fucked her good, she knew that. But his prick had been so stiff and long. Although he had already rammed it deep inside her and shot his wad high up her hole, Karen was ready to fuck again. She knew there would be only one way to get what she wanted. She could do what Dick was suggesting. She could be a good whore and suck on his cock.
"Hold still," Karen said steadily. Dick had been reaching for his underpants, thinking that it was all over. He turned and looked at her. He hadn't even bothered to wipe off his prick yet. He realized that it didn't even matter to her. She was going to eat it anyway.
"All right," Dick said. "If that's what you want." He saw that Karen was sitting up on the bed. waiting for him to come back to her. He was still feeling very horny, even though his prick was soft. He had been barely old enough to know the difference when he had first longed for his sister's body. Now she was giving him everything, everything he had always wanted. He wasn't going to miss the chance. Dick walked back to the bed.
"Here it is, sister, suck on it." He took the shrunken cock in his hand and held it out to her. Karen could see the globs of cum still hanging from it.
Karen sat on the edge of the bed and swung her feet over onto the floor. Dick stood in front of her with his feet slightly apart and his hips thrust forward. She reached out and cupped his balls in her hand. Her lips found the slippery prick. She could taste the thick cum and her own sweet juice and she savored them both for a moment. Then she began licking, cleaning off the limp shaft, getting it ready to fuck again.
As her tongue licked the white gobs from her brother's prick, she could feel the blood beginning to return. She knew she was going to be able to do it, that her brother was man enough to give her more than one quick hump. She was going to give him another hard-on and she was going to feel that stiff bone between her legs once again. Karen licked faster.
Dick's joint hardened and started to stand up by itself. Karen's tongue disappeared back inside her mouth and her jaws opened. Her mouth went down on the strong cock and her lips closed around the tight skin behind the head. She bent down farther and her lips pulled back the loose foreskin, stretching his cock tight, making it even harder.
"My own sister . . . " Dick was saying, but Karen knew better than to ask if he wanted her to stop. That hard rod spoke for itself. It spoke of the urgent need that he had for her. Karen began to work her tight lips back and forth as his foreskin stretched taught.
"She sucks cocks," Dick said, still talking to himself. His prick was very hard. "Do you take it up the ass too?" he suddenly asked.
Karen remembered how Linda had sat on George's upright prick, how she had taken the full length of his bone up her rectum. The memory of it excited her. "Yes," she said firmly, telling a little white lie. She had never really done it but she had dreamed of it.
The admission seemed to excite her brother. Although he never would have admitted it, he was a virgin too, when it came to boring ass-holes. He had never really had the nerve to ask a girl to do it with him, even the more liberated of his college chicks. Was his sister really telling him the truth? Would she really let him do it? Dick determined to find out.
"Okay," he said, pulling his prick out of her mouth. Even though he liked it very much when she sucked on him, he was more interested in trying it the other way. "Let's do it."
Karen hesitated a moment. Was it really possible? She was suddenly afraid that he was going to hurt her terribly. She had never done anything like that before, even with her skinny finger. Still, she hadn't thought that Linda would be able to do it either. Linda had really surprised her. Linda had taken the full length of George's hard cock.
"Do you want me to get up on the bed?" she asked, not quite sure how they were going to do it.
"like you were before," Dick told her. Even though he had never tried this, instinctively he knew what had to be done. He remembered his friends having talked about this and he knew it would have been better if they had some Vaseline, but that couldn't be helped. He was not going to turn down a chance like this for the lack of a little grease, especially when it was his sister's ass that he was about to drill.
Karen climbed back on the bed and got in position. Her legs trembled as she waited for her brother. The white cheeks of her bottom stretched out above her and she pressed her cheek against the mattress. She looked back between her legs and saw her brother climbing up behind her. His cock looked so big. Suddenly she was scared. In her eagerness to shock him, she realized that she had gone too far.
Dick's legs pressed against the back of her thighs and she felt his long cock swing between her legs. His hands reached forward and circled her body. He was grabbing for her firm tits. It excited her when he squeezed them and played with her nipples. It made her realize that she was really a woman. Even her own brother could find her desirable.
Dick's fingers worked on the fleshy knobs until Karen's nipples tingled under his touch and stood out proud and firm from the shapely globes. He left her knockers hanging and reached for his cock. The time for play was over.
Karen felt Dick's hand seize the stiff tool and work it up into her hairy twat. She knew he was trying to wet it in her gushing cream. She realized that it was the only lubrication that they had and she prayed that it would be enough to make their bodies slide together without tearing her apart. She felt the head of the long prick rub against her clit and she groaned. She was already so excited she knew that if he hit the button again, she was going to come.
But Dick pulled his prick back behind her. She felt his finger press against her anus for a moment, measuring the magnitude of the task which lay ahead. Then the finger was being withdrawn. Something spongy and wide was being pressed to the tight opening. It was the head of his prick.
A first when Dick butted his hard cock against Karen's ass-hole she merely felt herself being pushed forward on the bed. He had been off center and most of his weight had gone against the cheek of her ass. Karen braced herself, realizing now how much force her brother was concentrating on that part of her body. She felt him adjust the head of his prick and center it in the middle of the wrinkled brown hole.
"Ouch!" Karen cried as Dick's hips shot forward again. She felt the tight hole being spread apart. Although she knew he had not been able to penetrate her, she was surprised when he rammed his cock forward a second time without bothering to dip into her cream for lubrication. But this time Karen felt something happen. When she felt the tight rim being stretched apart again, she waited for it to go back together again so that pain would stop. But it wasn't going back together. Something was blocking it. Karen realized that her brother's cock was wedged inside the tight rim, stretching it open even wider.
"Oh, Christ," Dick cried as he realized he had penetrated his sister's rectum. He had thought that it would be harder, and even though he had concentrated all of his strength on the tight brown hole, he couldn't help but be surprised when he looked down and saw that the head of his cock was jammed into it. Her ass-hole had closed over the head and trapped it inside. He gave a small jerk of his hips and watched her rim dilate as his prick shot farther inside.
"Yes!" Karen couldn't help crying. Even through the pain she felt a wonderful sensation as her tight muscles were torn apart. She balanced her weight on her head and shoulders. There was only one more thing she needed to make the experience complete. Her hands reached down under her body between her legs. One hand pushed back the hairy lips while the middle finger of the other hand located the tender button. As Dick drove his hard cock farther up her ass, Karen frigged herself with her finger.
Dick payed no attention to what his sister was doing. Although her ass-hole was dry, it was firm and tight. He tried to work gently. The hole was so tight that he knew he would tear his cock off if he wasn't careful, but even though he had to go in slowly, he knew it was going to be worth the effort. Already he could feel another heavy charge building up in his balls. Although he had already fucked her once, Dick knew he was going to come again.
Dick's fat cock had already stretched her anal muscles so taut that Karen hardly felt it as he gradually pushed into her until his pubic hair was tickling her ass. Frigging her tender clit, her hand brushed against her brother's balls. Her free hand reached back and touched them.
"Jesus Christ, you're really a horny bitch," Dick cried as he started to work his prick in and out of her in short strokes. Karen frigged her button with all her might, knowing she would have to hurry if she was going to get there in time. She could tell by the way her brother was humping her that he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Shit, shit, shit," Dick grunted as he plowed up her back passage. His hand pressed down on her naked hips for support. He wasn't even thinking about her pleasure as he struggled to work his horn faster and faster inside Karen's backside. He knew that it wouldn't take long. "Oh, Christ," Dick called as he felt the hot charge shoot up from his balls. His load was pumping up the long tube, up his hard cock, straight up his sister's ass.
"Ann!" Karen cried as her finger brought her off. She could feel her brother's spunk warming her bowels. She could feel his prick starting to slide easier as the slippery cum wet her passage. His cock kept churning inside her as the trembling prick shot again and again. Karen pulled her finger from her clit and let the tiny hood close over it again. It was already so sensitive that she couldn't stand any more pressure against it. Her body was being torn by the orgasm. She closed her eyes tight and buried her head in the mattress. Her body trembled and shook as the spasms traveled to every extremity. She felt her brother's wet cock pop out of her tight rim. She no longer cared. The stiff prick had already done its work. Although Karen knew she should have felt guilty, she found herself feeling very content.
9
"FUCK YOU!" Karen cried from the car as Debbie stood on the front porch of the lodge watching them. She felt very pleased that tonight it was Debbie who was standing on the porch alone while she was with the others.
An upstairs window opened and Karen saw Fred watching them. She knew that Fred was mad because she had shouted the obscenity so that all the guests could hear but she didn't care. She didn't have to take any more shit from Fred, or Debbie either. They had tried to make her feel guilty for all those things she had done, but now she was with Dick and Mel. They didn't care what she had done. They still wanted her.
Karen saw Debbie looking at her and she restrained an urge to shout again, but she couldn't help turning to Mel and giving him a big kiss so Debbie couldn't help but see. She wanted the dark-eyed girl to know that Mel was no longer hers.
"Everybody ready?" Dick asked as he started the car.
"Ready," Linda said as she gave Dick's leg a little squeeze. They were going to Mary's for pizza and then to a motel where Dick had rented a room for the night. They had all agreed on what that would mean. Karen hadn't made love to Mel since the first night when he had raped her but she was ready to try it again, even though her brother was going to be there to watch her. They had both dropped their pretenses about that. Dick and Karen had agreed they both liked sex.
As Dick backed the car out of the parking space, Karen looked back at the lodge. The front door had opened again and Karen saw Peter. She knew that he was watching her, wondering what had become of her. Although he was standing next to Debbie on the porch, Linda had already told her that Peter and Debbie were just friends. Linda hadn't really paid attention to them, but Karen still couldn't help wondering about Peter. Why was he hanging around the lodge? It was almost like he was watching her as she became more and more degraded. She no longer gave a shit about what her brother thought, but Peter could still make her feel ashamed of herself.
"Fuck them all," Dick said as the car started forward. Linda and Mel grunted their agreement. They were going to go out and have some real fun. They were going to leave all the party poopers behind.
They stopped at Mary's for beer and pizza but Mel and Dick seemed to be impatient. Mel had brought along a bottle of wine and he seemed to be eager to get started on it. They finished up their pizza and got back into the car. It was only a short drive to the motel.
Karen was pleased to see that Dick had picked a motel which had nice modern rooms with thick walls. It made her feel more comfortable to know that the other guests wouldn't be able to hear their lovemaking. Dick opened the door for them and switched on the lights.
There were two large double beds, both looking very clean and fresh. This was much nicer than Hernando's Lodge, with its narrow single beds in almost all of the rooms. At Hernando's the management didn't encourage screwing. Although there were several chairs in the room, Linda dropped down onto the rug and sat cross-legged with her back up against the wall. Karen realized that if they sat on the floor they could all be closer together as they shared the wine.
"Wow," Linda said, as Mel dropped down on the floor next to her. Karen knew they really weren't paired off. They were all just sort of friends, even if Dick and she were brother and sister. They had already discovered that that hadn't made any difference and both Linda and Mel knew about what had happened between them.
"I hope you have a corkscrew," Dick said as Mel brought out the bottle.
"Shit," Mel muttered, realizing that he didn't. "Maybe there's one around here somewhere," he said getting up to look. They were all relieved when he found a combination corkscrew-bottle opener screwed onto the wall. "This ought to do it," Mel said, screwing the cork onto the instrument. He pulled the bottle back and the cork was left standing out from the wall. "Anyone want cups?" he asked.
When they all agreed to drink from the bottle, Mel took a sip and passed it to Linda. They each took a quick drink and passed it around. When the bottle got back to Mel again he set it down on the floor between them.
"I hear you're going to San Francisco," Mel said to Dick, as though they were suddenly getting down to business. Dick nodded.
"We're both going," Linda said suddenly. Karen was surprised. Linda hadn't mentioned this before. She wanted to ask Linda what she was going to do in San Francisco and how she was going to make a living but she was afraid of the answer she would get. Linda had already made it clear to her that she didn't think that there was anything wrong with selling her body for money. Karen wondered if Dick was going to live off that money too.
"You can both come along if you want to," Dick offered. "This is sort of a communal thing. I mean, Linda and I, we aren't really going together, it's just that we both want to go and she's coming with me."
Karen didn't really understand the difference but she was too surprised to ask questions. After what had happened between them she felt she had no right to question her brother about his life.
"What about it?" Dick persisted. He remembered the way that she had sucked him and fucked him and given him his first ass-hole job. He hoped that she would agree to come along.
"What about it?" Linda asked, turning to Mel. Mel looked at her.
"It sounds good, but I'll have to think about it a little. I still have my job. I can't just quit in the middle of the summer."
When Linda looked at Mel with disgust, Karen felt a little confused. She had never expected things would take this turn. She wanted to go home to her parents at the end of the summer so she could attend secretarial school in the fall. She had hoped that Peter would come and see her when he could get away from college. But now that all seemed like a dream. She had blown her chance. Ever since Jack's party things seemed to have become more and more confusing to her. How could she ever go home and face her parents? Certainly they would know. It must be obvious to anyone who looked at her. She was nothing but a cheap slut. "You can count me in too," Karen said in a whisper.
Mel looked at Karen. "Me too," he said as his eyes dropped back down to the floor.
"Then it's settled," Dick said, reaching for the bottle. "Let's drink on it."
Dick took another gulp of the wine and passed it to Karen. She drank and the bottle went to Linda. Mel took his and started the bottle around again. Suddenly Mel was leaning over and kissing Karen. He gave her a big wet kiss and squeezed her breasts quickly at the same time. Then Dick was kissing her, and before Karen knew what was happening, Linda had reached over and was hugging her. She saw out of the corner of her eye that Dick was unbuttoning his shirt.
Karen felt Linda's fingers running between the buttons on her blouse. The buttons were coming undone and suddenly the blouse was open to her waist. At first Karen felt embarrassed but she realized that her brother had already taken off his shirt and was reaching for his pants. She felt Mel's hands work around her from behind as he squeezed the cups of her bra. She felt the sensitive flesh of her breasts being squeezed together and then Mel's hands traveled around her ribs until they were right in the center of her back where the tiny hooks held her bra together. His fingers dug into her flesh for a moment and then Karen could feel the bra coming away, freeing her firm breasts.
Mel slipped Karen's blouse off her shoulders and the bra with it. Linda was leaning forward a little, burying her head between Karen's breasts. Karen felt the nipples growing hard as Linda's tongue licked at them lightly.
"Ohh . . . " she moaned as Mel's fingers reached for the front of her jeans. Even though she was sitting in a position where he couldn't possibly get them off, he still managed to open up the fly front and run his hands under her dainty panties. Karen could feel his fingers struggling to find her tender button.
When Dick got up and pulled his pants off, Karen saw that her brother's cock was already hard. He stood over her with the bone swaying slowly back and forth. His hand's reached for Linda's blonde hair and tugged gently at it. Linda knew what he wanted. She sat up so her lips would reach the hard shaft. While her fingers continued to massage Karen's nipples, her jaws opened and Dick's hard cock disappeared inside.
Dick's hands clung to Linda's hair. He worked her head back and forth on the swollen prick until Karen could see that it was being coated with Linda's saliva. But Karen hardly had time to pay attention to what Linda and Dick were doing. Mel's fingers had found her tickler and he was rubbing it mercilessly, stimulating her snatch so that the juice began to flow.
"Ahh!" Karen cried as her whole pussy began to come alive. She still felt very confused about what they had talked about and what they were planning to do. She was still confused about the way Linda had looked at Mel when he hadn't been sure about going with them. She didn't want to think about what she was getting into. It was much nicer to think about that marvelous sensation in her twat that Mel's finger was giving her. Yes, Karen thought. I'll worry about San Francisco tomorrow. Tonight I'll just make love.
She turned to Mel so she could return his caresses. Mel was bending over her and Karen's hand instinctively sought his fly. Mel stood still for a moment so she could work it down for him. He was still sitting on the floor the same way she was and she couldn't possibly get his pants all the way off, but she was able to do the next best thing. She was able to get her fingers inside and feel how his prick was already getting hard.
Mel's arms caught her around the shoulder and pulled her back until she was lying on the floor. Karen wasn't going to resist him today. Today she didn't care what he did to her. Anything at all, just so he didn't stop.
Dick was still standing above them. Linda was up on her knees sucking on his prick with long rocking motions which brought her head all the way down to his balls and then so far back that Karen could see part of the head showing from between her lips. Dick still had his hands wrapped in her golden hair, controlling her motions. He was working her head faster and faster as his need increased.
Karen lay on her back and held her legs off the floor as Mel stood at her feet, pulling her jeans down. Although he still had his own pants on, his fly was open and his hard cock was now sticking out straight from it. Karen hoped he would put it in her. She needed it very badly now.
But Mel wasn't in a hurry. His fingers found the waistband of her filmy panties and tugged them gently down over her hips and off over her feet. His hands pushed her legs apart and Karen knew that her snatch was splitting open for his inspection. He looked at it and Karen remembered that he hadn't seen it since that night in the front seat of his car. For a moment she wondered if he would find her as attractive as he had found her that night. Then, as Mel's mouth hung open, a small trickle of saliva drooled down his chin. Karen realized that he still found her very attractive. He was leaning forward to kiss her pussy.
Mel's wet tongue licked at the dry hairs and wet them. It tickled Karen a little as his tongue parted the hair and swept it back from the tender lips of her pussy. As the hair parted along the crack, Mel's tongue burrowed down between the rosy lips. Karen stretched her thighs farther apart, letting her pussy open wider for his inspection. Mel looked at it and his tongue stretched out for her clit. As he started to lick the sensitive button, Karen could feel his other finger working into her muff too. He was dipping into her vagina and poking into the wetness. Slowly his finger was probing into her tight fuck hole.
He worked the finger in and out of her vagina. He was fucking her with the finger while he licked her pussy with his tongue. Then, withdrawing the finger from her pussy, Mel slid it back a little farther so it rested over her tight anus. But Mel didn't try to penetrate her. He just poked lightly against the brown rim and worked the finger up and down the whole length of the crack between her ass. Karen felt a delicious shiver run up and down her spine.
Karen noticed that Dick was still standing up straight while Linda sucked his cock. Linda seemed to be holding back, as though she was trying to make it last. Dick was trying to rush her but Linda seemed to have other ideas.
"No...please...fuck me!" Linda suddenly begged. Dick looked down at her. Karen knew he had been about to shoot his wad, but now the interruption had prolonged the act. Linda let go of Dick's wet prick and reached for her blouse. She practically tore it off and Karen saw that she didn't have a bra on under it. Her tits were standing out proudly from her chest and her nipples were hard and brown. "Please fuck me," Linda said as she lay on her back and started to pull of her panties. Dick had no choice. Either he fucked her or his throbbing bone would have no satisfaction.
Linda spread her legs and raised her knees. Dick quickly knelt between them. Linda didn't wait for him to find the hole. She reached up and seized his prick and guided it into her quivering snatch. "Ohh . . . " she moaned as Dick's hard cock filled her belly.
Linda and Karen were lying only inches apart now. Karen could feel Mel's tongue working rapidly in her twat and she hoped he wouldn't stop. He could fuck her later. Right now she wanted him to bring her off with that soft, wet tongue. Dick was fucking Linda in long hard strokes. But she could see that he was trying to make it last. He was trying to save himself so his prick would stay hard until he had reamed out every corner of that greedy snatch. Karen looked at Linda. Her blonde hair was spread out on the rug underneath her head. Her firm globes were flattened out on her chest but the hard nipples rose proudly above them. Linda saw her watching. They both reached for each other at the same time. Their hands caught each other's heads and they clung to each other. Karen's mouth opened and she felt Linda's tongue push inside. They pressed their bodies together tight and embraced each other as the two men worked on top of them.
Karen felt her first orgasm as Linda's tongue probed her mouth. She knew that Mel had probably felt it too because the tight muscles of her cunt were contracting and opening in quick spasms which trapped his finger inside. Suddenly her clit was so sensitive that she found herself pushing Mel's head away from her dripping muff.
But as Mel's head popped up from her cunt, Karen already knew that he was not going to stop. He was pushing his pants the rest of the way off now and standing above her. "Come on, Karen. Let's get on the bed."
Yes, the bed, Karen thought. Mel reached down and took her hand. He pulled her away from Linda, although the other girl tried to cling to her. "No," Karen cried. "I want Linda too!"
Dick looked down at his sister. "Sure, Karen, you can have Linda too." He nodded to Mel. Mel was pulling back the bedspread on one of the beds, exposing the clean white sheets. Karen saw that Dick had stopped humping Linda and he was now reaching around her back and getting onto his knees. With his cock still driven deep in Linda's box, Dick was getting to his feet. Linda was coming up with him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her hands were clutching his neck. He stood up straight and Karen could see the stiff prick which joined them together. Dick humped a few times and Karen could see that even though Linda's feet were off the ground, Dick was still able to drive his cock in and out of her.
"Oh, let me get a better look," Karen begged, even though Mel was trying to pull her to the bed. She jerked away from him and ran to her brother's side. He seemed to be holding Linda as though he could carry her that way forever. He seemed to be standing so all of Linda's weight was resting on that hard bone.
Karen moved around until she was kneeling behind her brother's back. She could see his hairy ass-hole and his hairy balls hanging beneath it. She could see part of his stiff cock. The rest of it was hidden. The rest of it was driven between the hair-fringed lips of Linda's cunt. Karen could see that Linda was creaming heavily and that her brother's cock was coated with the thick white juice. Cream was dripping from between the hairy lips and there was a shiny spot on Linda's leg where some of the cream had been rubbed against it. The sight was very attractive to Karen. She leaned forward between her brother's legs and kissed his balls.
"Christ, Karen, come on," Mel begged. He was very horny and having already sucked her off once, he felt that it was his turn for some action. But Karen heard his whiny tone and remembered how Linda had looked at him, how disgusted she had been that Mel couldn't even make up his own mind about going to San Francisco with them.
"In a minute, Mel," she called to him as she kept licking Dick's balls. She saw Mel give her an angry look but she knew that he was afraid to mess with her brother. That made her a little more irritated. Why should he be afraid of Dick? Dick was nothing special. Karen had to admit that much herself.
"Christ," Dick said suddenly. "Let me get you on the bed!"
Karen realized that he was tiring from holding Linda. As Dick walked to the bed and dropped Linda's ass on the edge of it, Karen crawled behind him, trying to keep in contact with his hairy body.
Mel had gotten off the bed now. He had seen that Karen wasn't going to come to him and even though he looked irritated about it, he was too horny to argue with her. As Dick dropped Linda on the edge of the bed and resumed humping her with long strokes, Karen squatted between his legs. She saw that Mel was going to get behind her.
Karen felt Mel's fingers trying to open up her wet cunt. Suddenly she seemed to notice just how awkward he was when he played with her pussy. Why did it have to be Mel who was with her? She wished that it could have been Peter! But it was too late for all that. She was with Mel and she had already made such a tramp of herself that certainly nobody else would want her, not after everything that had happened. She ignored Mel's clumsy lovemaking and tried to concentrate on her brother's cock.
She felt Mel's prick separate the hairy lips of her twat and try to locate the dripping vagina. He was hurting her a little but Karen couldn't be bothered to stop and tell him. Fuck Mel, she thought. When we get to San Francisco I'll find someone else. But the thought made her feel very lonely. She was not looking forward to the trip.
"Here we go," Mel cried, finding the hole that he was seeking and driving his cock inside. Karen felt his joint penetrate her tight opening and struggle to nail her. She couldn't help thinking that it had felt a lot nicer when Mel had fucked her in the car. But there was still her brother's cock to play with. That would keep her busy enough so she could ignore the fleshy body which was crawling on top of her. Dick's prick was long and hard and covered now with Linda's thick cream.
Karen found she could cup Dick's balls in her hand as he humped and she could even let her finger touch the base of his wet cock. She knew her fingers were stimulating him. As she played with his balls and prick he started to hump Linda faster.
But Mel was working faster too. Karen could feel his cock digging into her insides, forcing her tight cunt apart, as it started to drive in and out in short choppy strokes. Mel was humping quickly. She knew he was already halfway there. That was all right because she was halfway there too. She knew they were both going to get off together.
But Dick was taking shorter strokes now too. Karen was having trouble keeping her finger on him as he worked his cock in and out of Linda's hot cunt. She wished Dick would hurry. She wanted to see that stiff cock shoot off a thick load of cum. She wanted to see Linda's insides burning with the flaming load.
"Ohhh . . . " Linda moaned. "Fuck me harder!"
Dick was doing it and so was Mel. Karen struggled to cling to her brother's driving hips but Mel's weight was pushing her off balance. She knew they all were going to get there together, that all four of them were about to come.
Then Karen felt Mel's spunk shoot into her. Simultaneously, she saw her brother's cock give a tremendous throb and she knew he had come. Linda's body seemed to go still as Dick's semen pumped into her. Karen felt spasms of pleasure shooting up her spine. She clutched Dick's legs hard and shoved her face between them. She could see that her brother's cock was beginning to lose its bone. She knew that what she wanted would soon be hers. As the blood drained from her brother's cock, Karen saw what she wanted. The first drops of the thick white semen were squeezing past the plug in Linda's cunt. Karen leaned forward and stretched out her tongue. As her brother's load slowly dripped from Linda's wet cunt, Karen licked it up. When Dick pulled his cock out and stood back, she paid no attention to him. Her hungry tongue stretched into the pink gash and licked at the thick load which Linda's strong muscles were driving out of her tight snatch. Karen's chin pressed against the muff and felt the juices. Her tongue licked frantically, as though she was afraid to miss a single drop. She didn't notice that all the others had become silent.
Suddenly Karen realized that nobody else was moving. She looked up and saw that Linda was staring at something. Slowly Karen turned her head and looked. The door to the room was open and Fred was standing in it. But there was another man and he was walking toward her. It was Peter Whitney.
"Hey, take it easy now, Pete . . . " Karen heard her brother saying. "We were just fooling around . . . " Peter was walking across the room toward them and Dick was cowering away from him. For a moment Karen thought Peter was going to hit him but when her brother tripped on a pile of clothes, Peter just looked down at him.
"You're a scummy bastard, Carter. If I ever see you again I'll kill you."
Dick seemed to have the good sense not to argue. He was frantically grabbing for his clothes, trying to dress. His prick was still wet with Linda's fuck juice but he pulled his underpants on without bothering to stop to try to wipe it off.
Karen saw that Linda was getting up too. She was also grabbing for her clothes, dressing. She didn't seem to be at all embarrassed to have been caught in the act but she seemed to sense that now it was definitely time to leave. Karen watched the two of them dress as Fred and Peter stood silently. When she turned to look at Mel, he seemed to be as confused as she was.
"For Christ's sake, Fred . . . " he began. Karen could see that he was very embarrassed. He was reaching for his clothes too but he didn't seem to be quite sure about what he was doing. She saw that Peter was paying no attention to Mel. It was as though Mel didn't even exist.
Dick had his clothes on and although he had tied his shoelace in a knot, he didn't stop to try to straighten it out. "Come on." he said to Linda.
"Let's get out of here. They can go shove it." He was careful not to look at either Fred or Peter when he said the words. Karen could see that although her brother was trying to keep up a brave front for Linda, he was very scared.
Fred stood aside in the doorway as Dick took Linda's hand and led her out to the parking lot. Karen heard the car door slam and then the engine was turning over. The tires squeaked as they quickly backed out of their parking space. The tires squeaked again as the car lurched forward. Karen listened until the sound of the engine had faded.
"Well?" Fred said, staring at Mel.
"Well what?" Mel shot back. "What's the matter with you? What the hell are you looking at me like that for? Christ, I didn't do anything! Shit, what's wrong with grabbing a little ass? I never seen you turn Linda down!"
Although Mel was trying to act indignant, Karen could see that he was afraid of Fred. Karen had heard stories about Fred and what happened to anyone who crossed him.
"Mel, you're supposed to be my assistant. You're supposed to keep the staff in line. Now we've just lost one of our chambermaids."
Karen shuddered. Fred had said "one". She knew Linda wouldn't be coming back, but what about her? What was Fred going to do with her after what had happened? Did he know that she had been planning to quit too?
"Shit, Fred, we can get another chambermaid. That's no sweat. I'll go into town tomorrow and see if I can find one . . . "
"Mel," Fred said coolly. "You won't be here tomorrow. Your car is parked outside and all your things are in it. I'll put your check in the mail."
Mel gulped. This was unexpected. He had become so used to getting away with things that he had come to rely on his charm to pull him through any situation. Now he was being fired, just like that. He didn't know what to say. He knew that he couldn't argue with Fred. Mel gathered up his clothes and got dressed. He checked his wallet to see how much money he had. He knew that he wasn't going to make it to San Francisco with what was in his wallet. He put it back in his pocket. He knew that he would be going home.
Again Fred stood aside and let Mel out the door. Again Karen heard a car door slam and an engine start. "What about me?" Karen finally managed to say when she could no longer hear the sound of Mel's car. She couldn't bear to raise her head. She knew that her chin was still covered with her brother's cum. She waited for the judge's decision.
"What about you?" she heard Peter asking. Karen raised her eyes and saw that Fred was no longer in the room with them. Peter wasn't even looking at her. He was just sitting in one of the arm chairs now, sipping at the bottle of wine which he had picked up from the floor. "Not bad," he said, referring to the wine. Karen could see that he had turned his back to her to let her dress.
Peter waited patiently as Karen found her clothes. She made a quick stop in the bathroom and tried to wash herself quickly with a facecloth. It made her feel a little better. When she came back out to the room to dress, Peter was still drinking the wine. He had turned the television set on and was watching it. He wouldn't even hear her as she got dressed. Suddenly she was overcome with gratitude. She wanted to throw her arms around Peter and kiss him but she was too embarrassed. What could he think about her after what he had just seen? He's just being nice to me, Karen thought. He could never respect me now.
Karen looked at herself in the mirror quickly to make sure everything was in place. It seemed to be all right but really she couldn't even tell, not with the nervousness that she felt. She knew she was going to have to face Fred.
"I'm ready," she said to Peter. She knew that he was waiting for her. Peter put down the bottle and turned off the television. Karen could see that he had really only taken a few sips of the wine.
"Let's go," Peter said in a tone which suggested neither anger nor disgust. "Fred's got the car outside."
Peter followed her out to the car and opened the back door for her. Karen saw that there was already somebody sitting there. It was Debbie Cambria. Karen felt terribly embarrassed as she climbed into the back seat next to Debbie, but Debbie just said "hi". Peter closed the door behind her and got into the front seat next to Fred. Karen was too nervous to ask questions. She just sat back and let them drive her. When she saw that they were heading back to the lodge, her heart started to beat rapidly. She had thought that Fred was driving her to the bus stop.
"It's been a long day," Fred yawned as he parked the car in front of the lodge.
"You said it," Peter agreed, stretching a little as though he was very tired. "I'm going to bed."
Peter opened the door for Karen and she got out of the car in amazement. They hadn't said anything to her about her job. What was going to happen?
"Good night," Peter said to her as he headed off in the direction of the little cabin out in back of the lodge.
"Come on, Karen, you look like you're tired," Debbie was saying to her. "Good night, Fred."
Fred said good night to them and headed off in the direction of his office. He seemed to be preoccupied with something, as though he still had work to do before he too could turn in for the night. Debbie walked Karen to her room and left her at the door. "Good night, Karen," she said as Karen opened it.
"Good night, Debbie," Karen said, feeling very relieved to be alone again in her own little room. Even though she was tired, and knew that it would be a restless night.
10
When Karen saw by her clock that it was six-thirty, she climbed out of bed and began to dress. She had hardly slept all night. She was very nervous about what was going to happen to her. It seemed very strange to her that Linda had really left and that Mel had been fired.
When she got down to the kitchen, she found that the only people who were up already were Tom, the night watchman, and the cook. The cook never said good morning to anyone but Tom greeted her in the same friendly tone that he always had.
"Hi, Karen. How's everything?"
"Okay," she said evenly as she picked up a plate and a tray. She held the plate out for Tom and he served her scrambled eggs out of a large black frying pan. She wondered if he knew what had happened.
"Hey," Tom said, lowering his voice a little. "I hear that Mel got fired." Karen nodded her head.
"After the four of you left last night, Fred got hopping mad. I think he was talking to that new guy, Peter. Debbie said it was something about how Mel was supposed to be on duty in the lodge last night so that Fred could take care of some business. Fred doesn't give a shit about what anyone does on their time off but when they fuck around on company time-that's it!"
Karen put the plate on her tray. So that was it. That was why Fred had been so mad. He hadn't even cared about what she had been doing. But what about Linda? Why had she been fired too? She wanted to ask Tom if he knew anything but she was too ashamed. She was afraid that she already knew the reason.
Karen picked up her tray and carried it over to the table. The night watchman nodded to her as she sat down but didn't attempt to talk to her. Karen was at least glad for that much. She suddenly felt her appetite coming back and she started to eat her eggs. She was half finished when Debbie sat down next to her.
"Hi, how did you sleep?" Debbie asked.
"Hardly at all," Karen admitted. She was a little ashamed of herself for having been so nasty to Debbie. She had known all along that Linda had been trouble but it had been hard to admit that she had made a mistake.
"I think Fred was up all night too. I've never seen anybody work so hard. Linda took off with your brother and now Fred's got to find both a new chambermaid and a new assistant manager. God knows how he's going to do it in the middle of the season."
"It doesn't matter," Karen said. "I can clean up all the rooms by myself, I don't care. I'd be glad if he'd just let me stay."
"Hey, Karen, why don't you tell Fred? He's going crazy trying to think of who he can get. Maybe you could work something out with him . . . " Karen didn't really catch the tone of Debbie's suggestion. "Look," Debbie said, suddenly getting excited. "Why don't you go see him now? I think he's still in his office."
Fred was the last person Karen felt like facing this morning. "I'd better wait until later," she said.
"No," Debbie insisted. "Go see him now. You'll be doing him a favor."
Karen didn't feel like arguing with Debbie. Although she didn't want to face Fred, she knew she would have to talk to him sooner or later anyway. "Okay," Karen agreed. "I'll go see him."
"Great," Debbie cried. "Come back and see me after you've talked to him. Let me know what he says."
Karen found that Debbie was right about Fred being in his office. He looked as though he had been up all night. He hadn't shaved and he looked very tired.
"Oh," Karen said, seeing that Peter was with him. "I'll come and see you later."
"Come on in," Fred said with a weary wave of his hand. Karen hesitated but she knew she had to do what he said. She stepped inside the office and sat down in the chair Fred pointed to.
"Debbie said you were looking for a chambermaid, that you were having trouble finding someone . . . "
"Tell him about it," Fred said pointing to Peter. "He's the assistant manager now. He's taking care of the personnel problems."
Karen turned and looked at Peter. Was he really going to be her new boss? Her heart skipped a beat. Oh, why had she let Mel and Linda get her into all this trouble? She tried to calm herself but her words came out broken.
"Debbie said. . . you were looking for a chambermaid," Karen repeated. "Well, I just wanted to say, really, I can take care of the job alone. When Linda was here, well, we really didn't have to work that hard. If I work just a little harder, I'm sure I can take care of it myself. That is...if you still want me." She lowered her eyes.
"Hummm," Peter grunted, thinking over her proposition. "Are you really sure you could handle it?"
"Oh, yes," Karen said quickly, realizing that he was really going to give her another chance.
"Well. Of course, about the pay-"
"Oh, please," Karen cried. "I'll take whatever you give me. Just don't send me home, please!"
"About the pay," Peter said, looking at Fred and ignoring Karen. "If she's going to do the work of two girls, she ought to get paid for it."
"You're the personnel man," Fred said, leaving the decision up to Peter.
Oh, could it be? Karen thought. Was Fred really going to let her stay and actually pay her more? Even with twice the salary she would still be short at the end of the summer but Karen no longer cared about that. If only she could be allowed to stay, she would find some way to work things out at the end of the summer. "What about it?" Peter said turning back to her. "You really want both jobs?"
"Oh, yes," Karen said quickly. "Yes!"
When Karen rushed back to tell Debbie what had happened, she was almost too excited to get the words out of her mouth. She started to tell the dark-eyed girl about how Peter had promised her more money, but suddenly she stopped. What if Debbie was jealous of her? What if Debbie was going to be mad because Karen would be getting more money? But Debbie was throwing her arms around her, kissing her.
"Karen, that's wonderful!" Debbie said, and when Karen looked into the other girl's eyes, she knew that Debbie was not putting on an act. Debbie was really happy for her. Debbie was really her friend.
"I have to get to work," Karen cried suddenly, seeing that she was already late.
"I'll see you later," Debbie promised as Karen hurried up the back stairs. Quickly she grabbed a bundle of clean sheets and started for the first room.
Karen saw Peter coming down the hall in the other direction. She hoped that he wouldn't notice that she was a few minutes late for work. She quickly opened the door to the first room and put down her bundle. She was about to rip the dirty sheets off the bed when Peter stepped into the room. He closed it behind him. What's he doing' Karen thought nervously.
"I think that it's about time we had a little talk," Peter said, sitting down on the bed in front of her. Karen just looked at him. She knew that sooner or later she was going to have to face talking to Peter but she had hoped that they could have put it off.
"Karen," Peter began slowly. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, ever since that night at Jack's party I guess. I'm sorry about that. I know that I shouldn't have tried to pressure you into something, it's just that, well, Karen...I love you." He stopped and Karen saw that he looked a little embarrassed for having said it, a little afraid that she would reject him. Oh, Karen thought, how could he ever think I would refuse him!
"Peter," she said quickly, not wanting to cause him any more pain. "I love you too."
Peter rose from the bed. Karen saw the joy on his face. She saw that he didn't give a damn about anything that had happened. He took her in his arms.
Karen's mouth opened as Peter's wet lips pressed against hers. His tongue shot inside her mouth. She felt him caressing her body, running his hands down along her firm back as he pressed her body against his. His hands found the firm cheeks of her buttocks and he squeezed her hips against his. Karen could feel Peter's penis throbbing as he pressed against her, even through both their clothes. She had longed for him to make love to her for so long. He was finally going to do it.
"Karen...you're beautiful," Peter whispered in her ear. She remembered how he had whispered those same words to her that night they had parked in Bedford Lane. Oh, how she wished she had given herself to him that first time he had wanted her. But perhaps it wasn't too late. His breath seemed very hot against her neck.
Karen's breasts tingled as she felt Peter's chest press against her. She could feel his prick growing hard as their bodies pressed together. Karen's fingers left Peter's neck and she brought her hands together between their bodies. She wasn't sure if she dared but she had to try anyway! Slowly Karen began to unbutton Peter's shirt.
"I want you, Karen," Peter said as she bared his hairy chest. Yes, Peter, Karen thought. I want you too. She had to show Peter how much she wanted him. Her fingers finished with the buttons and they reached for the zipper on the front of his pants. She could feel that his cock was growing hard. She was still a little afraid that he would think she was a shameless slut, but she had to do it anyway. The front of Peter's pants opened up and Karen pulled out his rapidly growing cock. She worked it between the folds of his fly and drew it to her lips. Her mouth opened and she wet her lips with her tongue. She didn't dare to look up. She was afraid of what Peter was thinking. As her lips closed over the swelling cock, her tongue began to lick at it and poke into the tiny hole in the head.
Karen felt his cock growing as she began to suck back and forth on the shaft. She touched his balls with her hand and played with them a little. She ran her finger up onto the tender skin where his balls met his prick. She gripped the root of his tool in her hand and started to jerk it gently.
Peter let her suck his prick until it got very hard. Then she felt his hands reaching down and caressing her head, touching her gently and running his fingers through the brown strands. "Karen," he said with a kindly but breathless tone, "let's get on the bed."
Karen pulled her head free of Peter's prick. She quickly looked behind her at the bed. Although it had been slept in, the sheets didn't look dirty. She looked at Peter. His hard prick was standing out through his fly but now he was reaching down to take off the rest of his clothes. Karen's fingers quickly fumbled with her own blouse. Suddenly she wanted to undress, to stand in front of Peter, naked and unashamed. The blouse came off quickly and she unfastened the bra. She let it fall to the floor as she jerked down the zipper of her jeans. Then they too were falling to the floor. She was standing with the wrinkled jeans in a pool around her ankles and she was dressed in only her filmy panties. She didn't wait to see if Peter was looking at her. She quickly reached down and slipped out of the panties.
Karen was surprised to find she felt no embarrassment as Peter stared at her naked body. She quickly got up onto the bed and lay on her back. She could see Peter now but the way he was looking at her was different from anything she had expected. He was staring at her naked breasts and her furry little mound. He was staring at her as though she was something beautiful. His cock quivered a little as he walked over to the bed. "Christ, you're gorgeous," he said, barely loud enough for her to hear. He climbed onto the bed next to her and knelt between her legs.
Karen felt her body go tense as Peter leaned forward. She was expecting his hard cock to ram its way straight up her wet pussy. She was waiting for him to drive home every inch of that hard rod. But Peter was doing something else. He was kneeling between her legs and squatting down. He was bending over her pussy and kissing it, licking it with his wet tongue.
"Ohh!" Karen cried as his broad tongue swept up and rubbed her clit. It felt wonderful, better than anything she had felt before. But Peter didn't just lick her, he was nibbling at her pussy, eating up every little inch of it, making quick motions with his lips. He caught her clit between his teeth and bit at it a little, sucked at it until he made it so tender that Karen thought he was going to suck it right out of her body.
Peter's hands reached up and found Karen's breasts. She felt his fingers catch her sensitive nipples and squeeze them until they grew firm under his touch. He was running his hands up and down over her breasts, trailing his fingers gently down the slope beneath them.
"Oh...please . . . " Karen groaned. She knew she couldn't take any more. "Peter...please do it to me! Please fuck me!"
Karen knew she had cried a little too loud and that she shouldn't have made so much noise. She knew she was supposed to be working and that somebody might be able to hear her. But she didn't care! She was with Peter and that was all that mattered. When she saw the door to the room opening, she didn't even tell Peter to stop.
"Well, what do we have here?" Fred asked, looking at the couple on the bed. Peter didn't raise his eyes from Karen's muff. He just kept licking. But Karen saw Fred. Oh, God, she thought. Now he's going to fire both of us!
But Fred just smiled at them. Then Karen saw somebody else. Debbie was standing behind Fred, looking over his shoulder. "For Christ's sake," Debbie was telling Fred, "can't you give them some privacy!" Debbie seemed very indignant that
Fred was watching.
"Okay," Fred agreed. "How about us finding some privacy too. Now that I've got an assistant who's worth something I can take it easy. After all, I've been working all night!"
As Fred and Debbie turned to go, Karen saw Fred give Debbie a pinch on the ass. "See you later," he called as he closed the door.
"Fuck them," Peter laughed as he pulled his head away from Karen's muff. "And I'm going to fuck you too!"
"Oh, yes!" Karen cried as Peter got to his knees. She saw his cock quivering over her. It looked so long and hard. She was ready for it. She needed it. "Please fuck me," Karen begged again.
This time Peter didn't keep her waiting. When Karen stretched her thighs apart wide, Peter pressed his strong cock to the tight opening of her vagina. Although the passage was already well-lubricated with both Karen's sweet cream and Peter's spit, she could still feel the tight muscles being stretched as he poked his cock into her.
"Ohh . . . " Karen moaned. It felt so good. The walls were separating and he was boring his way into her. It felt wonderful. "Please! Do it harder!" Karen begged. Peter pushed his cock in faster and Karen could feel the friction building up between their bodies.
"Christ, Karen, you're so tight," Peter whispered in her ear. "Don't worry, I like it that way," he promised her. She knew it didn't matter if she was tight. When a man had a cock as stiff as Peter's, nothing was going to stand in his way. Karen was very grateful. She needed that hard bone.
Peter's cock drove down harder and Karen knew he was going to make it. Inch by inch the fat rod was disappearing inside Karen's belly. She felt Peter's hips begin to rock back and forth, to give the prick a brief moment to let her lubrication coat it before he hammered it in harder. Finally Peter fucked with one hard thrust and sent his prick in up to his balls.
"Ahh!" Karen cried as she felt the hairy bag bounce against her ass-hole. She lifted her hips so they would meet the pounding cock. He began to fuck in a steady rhythm but Karen found her hips could work too, she found she could meet each one of his strokes with her own motions. Their pubic hair tangled together as their hips ground against each other.
Peter started to drive harder. Karen could feel her ass being bounced up and down on the mattress. She could hear the springs of the bed groaning each time her ass bounced down against the mattress. The bed began to move on the floor a little but Karen paid no attention to it.
Peter was clutching her shoulders and pressing his hairy chest against her tender nipples. He was crushing her body, but Karen wanted to be crushed. She wanted him to pound his hips down on top of hers and drive his hard cock into her until every inch of her cunt was sore from fucking.
"Yes, Peter! Do it like that! Fuck me harder!" Karen cried as her breath came in quick grunts. She was beginning to feel the warm sensation creeping over her. She was beginning to feel her whole cunt coming alive. She knew he could hurry now, she would be ready.
Peter seemed to sense what was happening to her. His cock seemed to know that her wet twat was ready for a full charge of spunk. His strokes quickened and became shorter. He was bouncing down on her with all his might and when he hit her, the springs of the mattress were throwing his body back up into the air. He fucked her harder and harder and his motions became shorter and shorter. He was almost there himself. He was going to meet her
"Now!" Karen cried as her cunt exploded. She felt Peter's cum shoot into her in heavy spurts. Gush after gush of his heavy wad shot off and soaked her quivering snatch. Karen could feel his prick start to slide smooth as silk as it began to lose some of its hardness. She knew his cum was running out of her pussy and down her creamy white thighs. She knew his load was wetting the sheet underneath them. Karen didn't care. Peter was hers. Her eyes closed tight and she felt herself come-over and over again, like she had never come before. She knew that from now on it would always be like this. From now on when they fucked, each time was going to be the greatest!
