Slavery still exists today, in many lands, in many forms. The gold mines of South Africa are worked exclusively by blacks who are paid a pittance by their white masters for the hazardous work they do at depths of up to twelve-thousand feet deep in the earth, and the pittance they are paid is barely enough to buy the food and the shelter they need for their families, to buy these things from the masters who employ them. The only freedom they have is the freedom to quit their jobs and find other employment-and there is no other employment to be had.
Various and numerous people have declared that the citizens of the Communist countries-China and Russia and Cuba et al-are living in slavery, without freedom of the press, with no choice of government, without the right to leave their country for a more democratic existence.
Brothels in many parts of the world use slaves in their service, young women who have been kidnapped or sold into bondage by penurious parents, young women and even boys who are doomed to spend the remainder of their lives as courtesans, smiling and laughing, giving themselves with gay abandon to anyone with the price of their bodies, but sentenced to a lifetime of sexual servitude whose only escape is the grave.
And there are slaves here, in this country, whose every political tenet revolves around freedom. We see them every day. They ride the same bus with us, live next door to us, step into the voter's booth right behind us on election day. These are men-and women, too-who are slaves to the one they love, in bondage to a lover who has a hold on them that is so strong that they cannot escape from it, nor do they wish to.
You've seen them. The once pretty woman who is now old before her time, with a face that is battered and scarred by the fists of the man she defends and adores. The husband who does the laundry, does the dishes, earns the family bread while his wife is out seeking other diversion, and who apologizes for his wife's behavior by ignoring it and sticking with her for as long as he possibly can. These, too, are slaves, and they exist all around us.
Some fall into the trap unknowingly and can never get out of the sweet misery of their slavery of love, others are lured into this life of bondage and wouldn't get free of it if they could. Still others escape from it, then find they miss that life, then set about to lure others into bondage-with themselves as the capricious master.
This is the story of such a woman.
The reasons for her desire to enslave men, boys, are obscure, but her methods are very clear. What reasons motivate this woman to prey upon the innocent are murky, hazy, perhaps not even understood by this creature who so easily lures the innocence from boys, but the ease with which she does it is quite understandable, wholly believable.
She has wealth, she has beauty, she has a lusty nature, and she has an understanding of the sex drive of the human male animal that is just adequate enough to entice the weakest of those animals into bondage. She knows just how wide is the masochistic streak in a young boy's personality, she knows just what his sexual appetite can be teased with, she knows how very beautiful she is. There is no match at all, really, between her and the boys she selects as trophies. She collects them like an entomologist collects flies, then discards them when a newer, fresher fly hoves into view. She takes from them their innocence, binds them to her in abject servitude-until her perverted appetite gets the best of her, and she goes one step too far as a slavemaster to the innocent, as a sexual vampire preying on the young....
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CHAPTER ONE
The beautiful, thirty-fivish woman dressed all in red spoke across the register pad to the handsome hotel desk clerk, saying, "I'd like a room for one for the weekend with a king-sized bed, a dressing table with a mirror, large bath, and a kitchenette. And I'd like to know who that good-looking blond boy is who's working as a bus boy in your coffee shop. Can you help me out?"
The desk clerk's mustache twitched as he smiled and said, "We have exactly what you want in the way of a room, ma'am. And the bus boy you're talking about is Mike Corkins. He's fifteen and he's new at the hotel. Only been here a week, and I don't think he knows his way around very much yet. The room is thirty dollars. If you'll sign this register card, I'll have Eddie, the bellhop, bring up your bags. Eddie's nineteen, a big strong kid who's very popular with some of the ladies who spend their weekends here."
She took a fifty-dollar bill from her black alligator bag, held it in her red-leather gloved fingers between them and said, "When I want a big strong kid, I'll ask for him. Even though the Corkins boy has only been here for a week, don't you think it might be time for him to have a try at being a bellhop, at least for the weekend? He might be inexperienced, but he looks like he could be an up and coming young man."
The desk clerk's smile broadened. He said, "We can always give him a try-out, can't we?" He took the bill from her fingers, produced a pen with a flourish, and watched as she wrote her name on the card with a firmly flowing hand.
"Thank you, Ms. Hardin," he said. "I'll get you your change."
"I want you to keep it," she said, "in return for services rendered. There'll be more, of course, if the services you provide me prove to be acceptable."
"Thank you, Ms. Hardin. I'll do my best to serve you. Is there anything at all else you'd like now?"
"Yes, I'd like to have my bags brought up by your new apprentice bellhop. I hope you have a uniform to fit him."
"Oh, yes. I'm certain we can find something in his size in our stockroom. I'll have him up to your room within ten minutes. I hope he works out satisfactorily, but he's completely untrained right now."
"That should be rectified before I check out on Monday."
"Yes, Ms. Hardin. And if there's anything I can personally do to help you enjoy your stay, anything at all, I'll be only too happy to place myself at your service."
"I appreciate your offer, but I think young Mike will be able to satisfy my needs, at least for now. If not I'll let you know. Of course you'll be entirely discreet to Mike about how he got his temporary promotion."
"Oh, of course, Ms. Hardin. He'll be assigned to your room and no one else's without your direct orders."
"He does live here at the hotel, doesn't he?" she asked.
"Yes, he has a small cottage out by the lake that he shares with another boy who happens to be on vacation just now."
She smiled at last, her gleaming lipsticked lips curling and pursing simultaneously, and she said, "How very convenient. Have him bring my bags up directly."
"Yes, ma'am," he said. He took a key from the rack and gave it over to her, smiling and saying, "I'm assigning you room number sixty-nine. May I bring you a pitcher of water before I have Mike bring up your bags?"
She regarded him thoughtfully for a moment with jade green eyes under sooty black lashes before she said, "Not now, perhaps later."
She turned and walked toward the elevator, stiletto heels clacking on the marble floor, her passing causing heads to turn. Desk clerk David Marcus noted the time-two p.m.-on her registration card before joining the others in the lobby, men and women alike, in watching the lilting, swining walk of the woman in red.
Her calves were superb, and the dark line of the seam of her old-fashioned hosiery somehow seemed to accentuate the muscularly curvaceous bunchings just under the backs of her knees. Her thighs were sturdy yet entirely feminine, tapered and round where they disappeared under her short red skirt. Her bottom was extremely round and quite protuberant under that skirt, the swell of her hipline very smooth and svelte. Under her tight red jacket her waist was long and slim, and as supple as a willow when she walked. David had had a good, close up look at her tits, and they were big ones, trying to burst the pearl buttons off the expensive red satin blouse she had on. Her face was absolutely exquisite, reminiscent of a movie star that he couldn't quite place. It was heart-shaped and just a trifle long, with dimpled chin, more charming dimples in its smooth cheeks when she smiled, very full, wide lips, a slightly uptilted nose, and deep, wide eyes that were artfully made up under dark, sweeping brows, but whose liquid warmth needed no artifice to shine through. She had a high, smooth brow and her hair was a shower of auburn ringlets that cascaded down past her shoulders, through which could be seen large gold rings in exceedingly shapely pink ears. The ringlets bobbed as if nodding in quick agreement as she walked away from the desk, a self-assured and moneyed woman who knew exactly what she wanted in life and who went out and got it with great straightforwardness. She turned in the elevator, graceful as a ballet dancer, sexy as a stripper, and faced him as the door started to close. The last he saw of her she gave him a smirking grin and a deliberate wink, and then the doors slid closed and she was gone.
"That lucky goddamned Corkins kid," David muttered, rubbing his erection under cover of the desk. "Eddie," he said to the gaping bellboy beside her bags. "Go get Mike Corkins out of the coffee shop and tell him to get his ass over here on the double!"
CHAPTER TWO
Ms. Hardin was still fully clothed in her red ensemble when she opened the door to the neophyte bellboy's knock. He looked frightened standing there outside her rented door, confused in the new role that had been so suddenly thrust upon him, and uncomfortable in the slightly baggy black pants and the little green jacket that was the uniform of the hotel's highest class of menials. And he looked quite properly stunned at the sight of this utterly stunning vision in red who smiled at him from the open doorway, this voluptuous rich woman who towered an inch or two over his five-foot-six height.
"Come right in, you can help me unpack," she said, and took his upper arm in her gloved hand and ushered him past her, through the aura of her exotic fragrance, and closed the door behind him very firmly and quietly.
"Uh, where do you want me to put these things?" he asked, already blushing as he hefted the two expensive-looking leather bags.
"Why, on the bed of course, silly," she said, tingling with anticipation brought on by the rosy countenance of the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy whose fate she had decided.
He handled the bags clumsily as he placed them on the foot of the big bed, and she smirked to herself as she watched his every move. She hoped he had the right qualifications for a weekend of fun for herself, but she knew it was still early enough to pick out another one if this boy came up lacking. Ms. Hardin was rarely wrong, however, when she set her cap for a young boy. She liked the cut of this one's shoulders, the strength she saw in his buttocks, but most of all she liked the look of wide-eyed innocence and sincerity that seemed to radiate from his youthful features.
"Just go ahead and open them up," she said, and moved into his field of vision to strip off the tight red jacket of her traveling suit. He looked at her covertly, sidelong as she peeled off the jacket, exposing the full thrusting beauty of her heavy, forth-right breasts, all shimmery in the long-sleeved red satin blouse.
"At home my maid unpacks for me, but a good bellboy can do just as well when I'm on the road. In fact, I like a bellboy better than a maid, but that's only natural, I suppose. What's your name?"
"Uh,-Michael. Michael Corkins," he said, head down and still blushing as he stared down into the bewildering array of lacy, silky, perfumed garments in the two small suitcases he'd opened on the bed.
"And the boys call you Mike, eh?" she said, as she unbuttoned the long cuffs of her blouse.
"Yes, ma'am." He picked up a little leatherette make-up case and half turned to face her, head still down. "Where do you want me to put this?"
"On the vanity table, right there in front of the big mirror."
There were three mirrors on the back of the dressing table, the large one in the center and two smaller ones, each about three feet high, that were hinged on each side of the central one. She made sure that he could see her in the mirrors as she leisurely opened the buttons of her blouse to the waist, baring her tightly packed red brassiere and the creamy expanse of deep decolletage that swelled so creamily above its upper border of lace. The spaghetti-thin shoulder straps bit deeply into her almost blue-white shoulders, and the garment was strained to the utmost in keeping her large, conical breasts in their tight confinement. Already he had that slightly glazed look in his eyes as he looked up through his long blond lashes at her reflection in the mirror.
"You can hang my skirts and blouses and that nightie in the closet," she said, striding past him to where she'd placed her purse on the chest of drawers, smelling the hot young excitement that emanated from his trembling body. He was a virgin or damned close to it, and she was almost as excited as he was, but of course she concealed this fact much better than he did.
"Yes'm," he said in a quavery voice, returning to the bags.
He took out the skirts first, as she stood beside the chest of drawers, tugging at the fingers of her gloves, watching him as coolly as she could. She was working on the second glove as he clumsily but carefully hung up the four blouses she'd taken on the trip, sheer ones, satin ones, sexy ones, all of brilliant, eye-catching hue, except for the jet black one that was one of her favorites. He approached the nightie very gingerly, picking it up between thumb and forefingers as if he'd never touched anything so gossamer thin and delicate as that, as if he was afraid of it. Ms. Hardin watched, a long cigarette dangling from her ruby lips now, as he managed to get the sheer black thing on a hanger and heaved a deep sigh as he turned to face her, still blushing quite red.
She snapped her fingers and he went up on his toes. His eyebrows shot up and he said, "Yes'm?"
"I need a light," she said. "For my cigarette, silly," she added, as the confused look remained on his smooth face.
"Oh, sure!" he said. "Oh, yeah!" he said, as he scurried about the room in search of a book of matches that had already been secreted by Ms. Hardin.
"I've got it here," she said, and held out a platinum lighter taken from her open purse. "Light me up, if you know how to do it."
He gulped and yes'med, came hesitantly toward her and took the lighter from her with fingers that were clammy with his acute nervousness. He had to strike it three times while she stood there with an amused look on her lovely face, cigarette still dangling from her luscious red lips. His hand was shaking so that she had good excuse to take it in hers and hold the flame to the tip of her cigarette.
She could look him deeply in the eyes now. Her eyes held him transfixed, and she read fear, longing, confusion, desire in the clear blue depths as the smoke curled up between their faces, less than a foot apart. Still holding his hand, she withdrew the cigarette from between her lips and blew a thin cloud of smoke in his face, smiled when his eyes blinked and watered. "Yes, you just might do," she said with more confidence, and watched him sway back on his heels when she released his hand.
"M-might do?" he said, waiting like a fawn in the forest, hands clenched before his loins but unable to completely conceal the bulge in his uniform pants. "Might do for what?"
She stuck the cigarette in her mouth again and tugged out the tail of her red blouse. Her flat belly and exceedingly smooth shoulders looked absolutely alabaster white in contrast to the rich bloody red of her garments. She held out the blouse to him, still warm from her body, and said, "Might do for my own personal bellboy while I'm here. Would you like that, Mike? Here, hang this up.
"Well, I'd like ... I just do whatever they tell me," he replied.
She sauntered the two steps forward that separated them, big breasts swinging widely, and took a pinch of his cheek in her fingers. He didn't even have a beard yet, but he had that stiff cock in his pants, and he had an even greater, even more fearful longing in his eyes. She drew him closer by his cheek, exhaled smoke against his mouth, then brushed his lips with hers, faintly and lingeringly. For a moment he looked as if he was going to faint, and she softly laughed and said, "Yes, I think you'd enjoy serving me for the weekend."
She stepped back again and smiled at him through the curling smoke as she unzipped her tight red skirt, wriggling her hips and looking down at herself just like he was. He continued to stare there, taking great lungfuls of air, as she wriggled her hips and pushed down at the skirt until it was hobbling her nylon-clad knees. She beckoned to him with a red-lacquered fingernail and he came with alacrity, whereupon she steadied herself with a hand on his trembling shoulder while she gracefully stepped out of the skirt.
"Here, you can hang this up now," she said, hand on hip, and gave it over to him.
He looked at her over his shoulder as he carried her skirt to the open closet. She presented quite a picture and she knew it, tight-packed bulging bra, skin-tight red satin panties trimmed with lace, full cut but sheer enough to show the broad garter belt of red which she wore under it, double thick crotch of the panties bulging almost obscenely with her substantial womanhood. And there were the red-shirred elastic garters which were stretched tautly down her fully rounded thighs to hold up the midnight blue hose with the wide welts and the gleaming, clinging nylon stockings, disappearing down into red leather pumps with four-inch heels stuck into the green shag carpet. It was a sight to make any red-blooded boy gape, and this one was doing his share and more of gaping.
He hung it up and came back toward her as if in a trance, hands dangling limply at his sides, prick bulge clearly showing now, and she deliberately brushed that bulge with the back of her hand as she turned and strode past him to the bed, flung herself down on it and sprawled comfortably out, propping up her magnificent torso on one elbow, elevating one shapely knee, with her lavishly beautiful legs wide enough apart for him to see the full expanse of her plumply bulging, red-covered crotch, even to the few stray auburn hairs that had creeped out of their confinement.
"The rest of the things in the suitcase you can put in those drawers and on the vanity. Be careful with my undies, they're very delicate," she said through a cloud of smoke and perfume, and he sighed very heavily and bent to do her wishes.
"Got a girl friend, Mike?" she asked.
"Well, no. Not really," he replied, as he very gingerly took a stack of gossamer thin, multicolored panties from the suitcase to the chest of drawers.
"Tsk, that's a shame, good-looking boy like you. But I suppose you get yourself a lot of action from the women who stay here at the hotel."
"Well, no. Not really," said he, averting his eyes, but only for a moment.
He was trying to hide his erection again. It was delicious to see him so confused, so excited.
"Be especially careful with my hose, darling," she told him. "You know, I just can't believe you don't make out with all sorts of women here. You're not gay are you?"
"Me? Heck, no!" he said, bristling, hands full of brassieres and shortie nightgowns.
She laughed and said, "Anyone can see you're a real man, or will be soon. I was just joking. Come here, Mike, and let me make it up to you."
He somehow managed to put away the lingerie, and he was all but gasping for breath as he came to the side of the bed to look down on the broadly smiling woman sprawled so alluringly on it. Again she beckoned to him with her finger, and as he bent over, she slipped her warm hand around the nape of his neck, under the long blond curls there, and drew him further down until his lips were pressed against hers.
She opened her mouth, opening his with this same action, smearing and working her lips against his, then slipping her tongue within his mouth and darting it, lancing it against his. For several moments he remained rigid, paralyzed, and as his tongue came slowly to life, she trailed her hand down over his shoulder, down his chest, clutching softly as it went to his breast. Lower still it came, squeezing the point of his hip, sliding around to cup and briefly fondle his nearest buttock, and still the deep, hot, wet kiss went on. He went up on his toes, began trembling all over, when she slid her hand right down between his legs to cup his balls, to feel their substantial young size. Her hand found his hard cock with no trouble. It was standing almost vertical in his pants behind his fly, and she stroked it up and down with her hand until she could smell and taste and feel that he was just about to cum. Then she pushed him away, let his lips linger till the last possible moment, and ended the kiss with a flick of her agile tongue.
He was in fact gasping for breath now, and his hand went to clutch at his cock as he stood there blinking at her. She laughed, seemingly totally cool and self-assured, and said, "Tut, tut. You're not to touch that while I'm here at the hotel. That belongs to me while the weekend lasts. Now get my makeup and perfume bottles from the other bag and arrange them nicely on the vanity, Mike, while I watch you."
She laid back grinning at him, flipping ashes on the floor, and said, "Yes, we could have some fun, we two, while I'm here. I like to fuck, I like to suck, I like to do it all when it comes to sex, and I'm sure you do too. Young men your age, they'll put their hard, hot cocks anywhere if it will give them some satisfaction, and I do know about giving a man his satisfaction. Move that vanity table over, will you? Move it right on over against the wall at the foot of the bed."
Cigarette between her crimson lips, she languidly roved her hand over her lush, ripe curves as the boy rearranged the furniture. He missed very little of it as she lightly raked her nails up her inner thigh, making a noise like static electricity and producing a similar sensation. She fondled the gentle white curve of her belly and scratched delicately at the big firm bulge of her pussy, luxuriously caressed her full breasts and ran her fingers through the artfully windblown curls of her hair while he worked. When his task was completed, he stood before the vanity gazing at her with adoration shining in his eyes, grinning like a fool, the bulge in his pants quite prominent, and ending with a small wet stain at the top of it.
"Come here, Mike," she said, and held out her hand to him.
He came at once, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste.
"Put out this cigarette," she said, and he stopped in his tracks, took the glowing object, looked all around before finding the ashtray right beside him on the nightstand.
His knees were up against the bed, and Ms. Hardin lightly and softly stroked the bulge in his pants and said, "I just know we're going to have a lot of good times together, both when you're on duty and when you're off. We could have some fun right now, but I've simply got to bathe first. I'm out of my favorite bubble bath, though, and I want you to run right down and get me some more. It's Evening in Paris, and I'm sure they'll have it in the sundries shop. Just charge it to room sixty-nine. Hurry back, darling, and give me another of your lovely kisses before you go."
His mouth was open, his tongue all but hanging out as he bent over the bed now. As their mouths merged, she noted with satisfaction that he'd already learned considerable about the art of French kissing. Of course, he had a lot more to learn, but that was all in his favor, as was the seeming fact that he was a quick study.
She stroked and rubbed the bulge of his cock more firmly, more lovingly as they tangled tongues and mashed their lips together, and she made mewling sounds in the back of her throat that he was soon emulating. The sounds he was making became louder as she mouthed more openly and rubbed more directly on his cock. She could feel his body tensing, and it excited her greatly, and yet she made little sign of this as the torrid kiss went on. And then he began to cum-it was inevitable-he began to moan quite loudly, his strong young body writhed, and through his pants she could feel his cock throbbing hard, pulsing with life as the good stuff came up through it to spread quickly through his shorts and pants.
She rubbed harder still, faster and more directly, thrilling at the duration of his orgasm, as he hung helplessly over her, close to swooning with this unexpected delight she'd given him so freely, so openly.
She had to twist her head to end the kiss, and he had to steady himself on the bed lest he collapse. She grinned up at him, rubbing his cock more slowly now, and said, "Naughty boy, you've already had yourself a nice cum, and left me behind. You'll have to show more control than that if you're going to be my bellboy for the weekend. Run along now and fetch my bubble bath and come right back with it. And before you go, fetch me that long case in the bottom of my overnight bag."
"Yes. Sure. Anything you say," he said, wilted and sweating, with a much larger stain on his pants now.
"My vibrator," she announced, as she opened the zipped case and withdrew the long, blunt rubber tipped object from it. "Plug it in for me and I'll just amuse myself for a few moments while you fetch and carry for me. Then you can watch while I take my bath. That should get you all ready for the fun we're going to have together, Mikie."
He obediently plugged it in, moving awkwardly because of his trouserful of cum. She flicked the switch and moved the buzzing end of the vibrator over her breasts, over her belly, over her panty-clad loins, and down between her legs. She closed her legs on it and said, "Mmmm. So nice. It'll get me all worked up for you, darling. Now run along. Hurry and come right back, and I'll be waiting for you in the tub.
"Sure! Okay! I'll be right back!" he said, backing out, closing the door behind him.
The moment he was gone, she called the desk. "Is this the man who checked me into room number sixty-nine? And what is your name? David? All right, David, Mike is coming down for some bubble bath, and I want you to send him on some errand or other that'll take half an hour, no more, no less. Got that? There'll be another ten-dollar tip for you. You're a dear, David. See you later...."
She propped herself up against the headboard and smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she ran the buzzing vibrator over her body. She centered it concave head against her mons veneris, pursed her lips and grinned at herself as it buzzed and vibrated through the satin against her clitoris.
"Mmmm, yes," she murmured, writhing in heady delight on the big bed. "One nice one with you, little buzzer, and then I'll be able to get my senses together enough to handle this dear little boy. Kiss my cunt, darling buzzer, and make it feel good, make it cum, cum, cum-m-m-m-m-m. Ahhhh-h-h-h-h-h, feels so good."
She reached one hand down inside her panties to part her cuntlips widely, the better to feel the sensations caused by the electric vibrator, and her hips began to work convulsively and rhythmically up at it as it did its job.
"I'll make a man out of that little boy," she said, panting and starting to sweat as the buzzer and her hand did the job. "Teach him a thing or two about sex, about women, about all the good things in life. He'll never be the same. Hell always be grateful to me. Ahhh-h-h-h-g, feels almost as good as a tongue, nearly as good as a cock. Oh Mikie, I can hardly wait till you're making me cum like this. You're gonna love it. You're gonna cum a thousand times this weekend. You're gonna ... UH! OH, GOD! HERE IT IS, THE BIG ONE! GAW-W-W-W-W-WD DAMN! LOVE TO CUM, CUM, CUM-M-M-M-M-M-M!!!" she cried, writhing and thrashing on the bed, working her hand furiously under the damp hot satin, rubbing her lusting twat, vibrator cast aside in her mad hunger to temporarily please herself while she thought ahead to the wild delights she would know with the callow youth there in room number sixty-nine.
CHAPTER THREE
"Come in," she called out in a musical voice, as the knock came at her door.
"Missus Hardin? It's me, the, uh, bellboy."
"I'm in the tub, Michael. Just close the door and come in."
He was there in less than a second, bottle of bath salts in his hand, out of breath, staring wide-eyed down at the beautiful auburn-haired woman reclining in the tub. Most of her nudity was obscured by the thick layer of bubbles that floated on top of the fragrantly steaming water, but her right knee peeped out through the bubbles, her sleek wet arms rested on the sides of the bathtub, and her beautiful upper chest and shoulders were on display. She'd piled her ringlet curls on top of her head and tied them with a black velvet ribbon. She regarded him coolly, the plump cushion of her lower lip thrust out, and she drummed her red fingernails on the white porcelain of the tub as she spoke:
"You're late. What kept you?"
"I had to run an errand. Mr. Marcus made me go clear out to the clubhouse on the golf course just to get...."
"I'm not interested in your excuses. I had to use this stupid bubble bath that I detest just because you weren't man enough to stand up and tell this Marcus that you had an important guest waiting. What kind of bellboy are you, anyway?"
"Well, I just started at it today!" he said, face bright red now with something other than embarrassment. "Gosh sakes, I went as fast as I could. I didn't even get time to stop and change my pants, and people were looking at me. Gosh sakes, Missus Hardin! I did my best, I brought the stuff you wanted just as quick as I could."
"I suppose I'll forgive you this time," she said, pouting so prettily it almost broke his heart. "And you stopped long enough to find out my name, did you? Well, darling, you can call me Anita, if you're good, and I do hope you're good. Come over here. Come closer, Mike."
He was still scowling a little as he set the bubble bath bottle on the marble sink and came to stand by her elbow, but the scowl vanished when she lifted her hand and brushed it across the front of his pants where the stain was, dry now, but still visible.
"Poor boy," she said. "People stared at you as if you wet your pants, when actually these pecker tracks are a mark of honor. I suppose your shorts are a mess too," she said, and drew down the zipper of his pants in slow motion.
"Oh, Jeezus," he muttered, and smote his brow with his hand.
"Hold still, silly. I've got to see, don't I? Jockey shorts. Ugh, I hate them. Tsk, they're all crusty with your cum-cum. I feel so sorry for you. And what's this inside? Why, Mike, have you got another little stiffie already? What a naughty boy you are. I've got to see that. Loosen your belt, dear. Just let your trousers fall."
"I just don't believe this," he said, fumbling with his belt, while the gorgeous woman in the tub laughed and warmly stroked his hip.
His trousers fell to the floor. He stood there sweating and swaying, his prick making a tent out of the stained shorts he had on, while the luscious redhead lightly stroked and fondled it.
"Are you circumcised, Mike? I've got to see that for myself. Just slip those shorts off and throw them away. You can't wear them any more in that state. Don't be shy, don't turn your back to me. Oh, that's a lovely prickie. Bring it here, dear, bring it to me."
It was good sized for a boy his age. It was almost pure white, except for the rosy red head that peeped out from the stretched foreskin. It was all but unmarked with any of the ropy blue veins that garnish an older male's penis, and it was just as hard as a rock and quite hot to the touch. His balls were nearly hairless, in good proportion to the size of his cock, and there was a nice nest of blond hair from which both balls and prick sprouted. The singel vertical eye in the plum-like head of his cock was oozing with a sticky fluid that was as clear and pure as it could be. Anita Hardin's fingernails looked extremely red against the paleness of the boy's shaft as she watched through slitted eyes, drawing back the foreskin all the way, then sliding it forward, repeating this with a very light touch, licking her warm lips all the while.
"God, that's a nice one," she breathed.
He couldn't catch his breath at all. She'd partially risen from her seated position in the tub so he could see a good deal more of her breasts. One beautifully pink nipple just managed to peep out through the clinging froth that covered it. She was a vision of erotic loveliness swimming before his glazed eyes, very lightly stroking his cock as he stood there with nothing at all on the lower part of his body except for his shoes and socks.
"Yes, you've got a perfectly adorable cock," she said in a husky voice, and he gasped aloud and thought for a moment he might faint dead away as she came forward with parted lips and kissed it very warmly, dipped up the drop of goodness from the tip of it, then slid her stickily clinging lips up it to engulf the entire exposed head of it and sucked it strongly while she laved it with her tongue.
"Mmmmm. Tastes like more," she said, reclining again, but still moving her fingers on his throbbing cock. "Do you like to get sucked off, darling?"
"I don't know. I ... I don't know," he said, panting, in an agony of sweetest torture.
"I sure love to suck beautiful young cocks like yours." She licked her lips thoroughly. "I like the taste of them, I like the feel of them in my mouth. Mike, you're really getting hot. You're shaking all over. Do I affect you all that much?"
"Yes," he breathed. "You sure do."
Her laughter tinkled and she leaned forward to suck him again, and this time he was quick to thrust his jutting cock forward to meet the ascent of her ruby lips, her velvety tongue. His balls felt full, felt as if they were very heavy and yet trying to crawl up inside him at the same time. She slid her soapy hand over his bare bottom while she gently sucked and tongued him, sending shivers up and down his spine as he stood there transfixed by the beauty of it all, by the rich sensations of heady pleasure that he was knowing for the first time in his life.
Her lips smacked off the end of it again, and she licked them with gusto and said, "You may as well get out of the rest of those clothes, Mikie. If you have the time, that is."
"Sure I do! Oh, yeah!" he said, hopping about as he tore off his shoes and socks, then ripping off his jacket and tee shirt while she laid back in the scented, bubbly water, languidly smiling at him in his vast excitement. Her hands were under the water now and moving on her body. That was obvious to him, and he longed to be able to have his hands in exactly the same places she was touching.
"That's better," she said, and lifted a sudsy hand to beckon him to her yet again. She sat up in the tub to face him where he stood, much of her magnificent breasts visible now, creamy white, capped with protuberantly erect pink nipples, but still not enough to satisfy his hungry young eyes.
He stood there wringing his fists at his sides while she slid her slippery wet hands all around his loins, his hips, his buttocks and belly, breathing warmly against the reaching knob of his cock but depriving it for the moment of the fabulous touch of her lips and tongue. It was the ultimate experience of his life, and it was getting better all the time.
"Nice, young, hard cock," she murmured, and took it firmly in her hand, guided its gooey wet knob over her lips and cheeks, caught it in the hollow of her throat and tickled it with her curls, then drew aimless patterns with it on her face before taking it in her mouth and sucking warmly on it, washing it with her agile tongue, while at the same time stroking it slowly and firmly with her warm soft hand.
"Wait a minute!" he pleaded. "Anita! Anita, wait a minute!" he hoarsely croked, but she just went right on sucking and stroking and tonguing heedless to his cries and moans and swayings, pulling his cock deeper into her mouth, working over the end of it completely with her lips and tongue until it began to burst and shoot and cum, whereupon she sucked harder still.
"OH! OH! OH!" he cried, clutching handfuls of his hair, feeling his entire body go spurting out through his cock and into his fantastic woman's loving mouth. He could feel her gulping it down, could feel her tongue eagerly lapping it up while her hand milked more and more of his sperm out of it. He was going right through the ceiling, skyrocketing into the hemisphere, never to return, and then as the sucking grew more gentle he descended slowly, very slowly, but not the same individual who'd gone off on that trip to the heavens.
"That was nice, Mike," she purred, licking the flecklets of white from her lips. "Was it good for you, honey? Am I a good blow-job, dear?"
"Gawd! Never felt ... anything like that before!"
"Sorry. I just couldn't wait to taste you. Now help me out of the tub, angel. I'm all nice and clean for you now."
He was still in such a dazed condition from his tremendous orgasm that he couldn't focus to see enough of her nudity as she rose, dripping perfumed suds, from the water. A huge, fluffy towel obscured her just as he was recovering. It was as big as a cape, white as snow, and she swathed herself in it as she stepped out of the tub with his shaky assistance.
"Give us a kiss, darling, and then dry me off," she said, and again he was tasting her lips, her tongue, and hardly caring at all that these luscious parts of her tasted much warmer now, and had a salty sharpness that hadn't been there before.
She raised her arms from her sides, inviting him to use the towel on her, and this he did, taking full advantage to feel all he could of her vastly womanly charms and curves and softnesses, and these things were a marvel to him, even through the thickness of the towel. Several times she stopped him to bestow another warmly clinging kiss on him, and she fondled his half hard cock at every opportunity as he went about his wonderful task. He had to get down on his knees to dry her legs. She steadied herself with a hand on his head while he carefully picked up her feet to dry them. He dried the toes individually, just as she told him, patting the crimson-painted toenails dry, going between each of the heat-pinkened digits with the edge of the towel, just as she instructed him to do. She twined her fingers in his hair, and the hackles on the back of his neck rose when she hugged his cheek against that lovely warm bulge of her twat which he had touched through the towel but which he still hadn't seen.
Her voice was low and husky as she said, "I like the feel of your hot breath through the towel, darling. I'm going to like it even more when I feel your lips on me ... right there, right there. I bet you give good head, Mike. I bet you're a perfectly delightful little pussylicker. Baby. Baby, I'm going to be so good to you, and you're going to be just the same to me. That was only a sample you got so far, luv. Come here now, and give me a kiss."
Her thinly covered body was a cushion of luxurious delight as he embraced her and delved lasciviously within her lips and mouth with his tongue. He strained and heaved against her, wild to taste and feel more of her, while she reached down and found his cock, getting hard again, feeling ready for more.
She pushed him away and waggled her eyebrows at him. "Is there no satisfying you? Tsk, you've got me so hot that I'm going to have to cool down with a drink or I won't be any good at all to either of us. Be a dear and run down to the bar and fetch some gin and vermouth and a jar of olives."
"Gee, Anita," he pleaded, wringing his hands, "can't we just ... do it now?"
She only had to raise one eyebrow to make his shoulders slump. He said, "Okay, I'll go get it. But I don't see why you...."
"Michael," she said very evenly, and he replied, "Okay, okay, I'm leaving right away."
He reached for his shorts and she stopped him, saying, "I told you, you can't wear those. I've some out here you can put on for now. Bring the rest of your clothes."
He gathered them up in all confusion and desire, and followed her into the bedroom as she walked there with regal grace, the towel trailing behind her like an ermine cape.
"Put these on," she said, and held up the wisp of red she'd recently removed.
He flushed scarlet. "I can't wear those! Th ... they're for girls!"
"They're for you," she said, and dangled them before his eyes, then drew their woman-scented softness over his hot cheeks and lips, making him breathe in the mixed aromas of pussy and perfume. "Put them on, Mike," she murmured. "I want you to wear my panties like a badge of honor while you get me that drink, and then we'll have more fun together, lots more fun. Go on, do as I say or I'll be mad at you, luv."
"Gee whiz," he said, feeling quite drugged from what he'd inhaled.
She stood back to watch with smug satisfaction while he gingerly drew on the whispering red satin and with obvious distaste, snugged them up around his loins. "No one will know," she assured him as he more quickly put on his pants, shirt, jacket and shoes. "Gin, vermouth and olives," she reminded him at the door, and gave him another hot kiss and tousled his hair further before patting him on the butt and sending him on his way.
She went directly to the phone and said, "David, is that you? Good. Say, my little bellboy has horribly fitting trousers. They've got a stain on them too. If I noticed it, you should too, and you should personally do something about it. Can you leave the desk long enough to do me this favor? It won't go unrewarded. Good, David, I knew I could depend on you."
She hung up the phone and went to don some lingerie before the return of her boy.
CHAPTER FOUR
He came bursting in without knocking, slammed the door behind him and slammed the tray of bottles on the bar. She was sitting at the bar, facing the bed on a barstool, still swathed in the voluminous white towel.
He hung his head in his hands and said, "I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life."
She said, "I should have told you to get ice, too. There's not much in the refrigerator."
"Do you know what happened to me down there?" he said, pointing at the floor.
"I haven't the faintest, darling, but you took long enough. "Make me a martini, make us a whole pitcher of them."
"Somebody saw me in these stupid ... this stupid underwear, that's what! That darned Mr. Marcus saw that stupid stain on my pants and made me...."
She turned around and let the towel slip from one shoulder, exposing the thin black strap of her brassiere, and this stopped him long enough for her to say, "Mix us that drink while you tell me."
He began to tear off his clothes and throw them on the floor, saying, "He saw me in those stupid red things! Why did I ever let you talk me into that? I'm never going to do anything you want any more. I just about quit my job down there over you. I hope I never even see you again. There's your darned booze. I'll give you back your stupid underwear and get outta here."
He was having difficulty getting the red satin panties off over his shoes, hopping around on one foot, when Anita straightened up and said, "What are you blaming me for?" As she said this, the towel slipped completely off her shoulders, and Mike's mouth fell open at the sight of her upper torso. She'd put on a jet black brassiere of heavy satin. It was a rather severe brassiere, without a bit of lace on it, and with the ends of the cups also missing, so that all of her bright pink nipples could be seen, plus a narrow ring of the blue-white flesh of her breast.
She looked down where he was staring and smiled. "Do you like it? I had it made to order by a man in lingerie in New York. So what happened down there? Apparently someone saw you wearing my panties? Don't worry about it. Any man would consider himself lucky to get in my pants. These might have been better for you in your present condition."
She came round the bar and posed prettily to show him the skin-tight, full-cut panties she'd put on. They were as black and severe as her bra, but of lighter material, so that the fair skin they covered shone dazzlingly through them. She parted her legs slightly and reached down with her hand to part a long slit in the crotch of the panties, and he got a too fast glimpse of curly red hair and rosy pink lips.
"A matching set," she explained, and reached for a cigarette. "You know, you might do better if you take off your shoes, dear."
"Huh? Oh, yeah," he said, and crouched and ripped at the laces while staring up at the woman in black who towered over him, holding out her lighter to him and smiling.
Barefoot, he jumped up and lit her cigarette while she played with his bare cock, stroking it and rubbing its oozing head against her satin-covered loins.
"Thanks, dear," she said in a cloud of smoke. "Yes, you should have worn my panties with the slit in them, to make room for this big thing. Love it," she said, and bent and gave it a resounding kiss, then took it in her mouth and sucked it, making him rock back on his heels. The red panties were around his knees, and as she straightened up, she pulled them up to cover his loins as he stood there goggling and panting.
"Better keep that covered up," she said as she patted the bulge in the red. "If I see it, I won't be able to let it alone, and now it's your turn to be the gobbler."
"G-gobbler?" he said, as she went to the bottles and glassware.
She flashed him a brilliant smile. "Your turn to eat me, lover. Your turn to go down on me and see if my pussy's not the best you ever tasted. Good, this is the kind of gin I always drink."
"G-go down on you?"
"Isn't that what you call it around here?"
"Oh, sure," he said, leaning over the bar to get a better view of her, the protruding nipples, the closed slit, the gleaming white flesh.
He came closer, and she said, "Now, let me concentrate on one thing at a time. Honestly, you've got me so hot I'm almost shaking. I'll bet you really know how to eat it, you little devil. If your kisses are any indication, you're a real pussy hound. Kiss me now?"
They kissed with his chin nudging her shoulder, and every hair on his body felt as if it was standing on end. She made a purring sound as they kissed and tangled tongues, and she drew away from him with a sigh and a hot look.
"Thanks, I needed that. I need this martini, too. Cheers, darling. What time do you get off tonight?"
He found a stemmed glass in his hand, and when she winked at him over the rim of her glass and sipped its contents, he had to drink too. It burned and it choked him, but he managed to croak, "Six o'clock."
"Good, maybe we can have dinner together. But first it's time you had a little something to eat. You look starved."
His big buttocks twitched provocatively as she went back around the bar. He followed, glass in hand, until he faced her, up on her stool again, velvety legs crossed as she sipped her drink as if it were lemonade.
"Too dry for you?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"Your drink, dear, your martini."
"No, it's great, just great!" he said, and tried to take another swallow of it. It went down, but barely.
"We don't want to get drunkie but we do want to be feeling good, so drink up. A cocktail before the hors d'ouevres is always in order. My pussy's just itching for your tongue. Want me to hold the slit open for you?"
"N-no, I ... Whatever you want," he stammered.
"I want to cum," she said, and kissed him on the lips. "Where's my cigarette. Whoops," she said, as it fell to the floor between them.
He bent at once to pick it up. Crouched on his knees, he saw the parting of her gleaming white legs, and the partial opening of the slit in her panties. Her legs opened wider and her fingers tangled in his hair as he saw the dewy, beckoning lips of her pussy. He knocked over his glass as he moved forward, into the heat of it, and it took very little pressure from her hand to draw him on to where his lips were touching the musky sweet flesh of her cunt.
He tasted how sweet it really was. He reached blindly up with the cigarette, it was taken from his fingers, and then he could use both hands to push her soft, soft legs wider apart, the better for him to eat her.
"Oh, that's nice," she said, and hooked one leg over the next barstool. She rubbed his bobbing head as he licked and kissed all up and down her twat and said, "Yeah, baby, don't miss a bit of it."
She had on her black heels, and one of these was now hooked over the edge of the stool she was sitting on, and he turned his head and burrowed deeper in the delicious flesh framed by the black slit. Leaning back against the bar, she blew smoke rings and sipped her drink, occasionally rubbing his head while he licked her.
"Suck on my clit, honey. Right there. Oh, nice. God, you like it as much as I do. Now lower, luv, I don't want to cum too quick. There, all around my hole. Oh, baby, oh baby, you're gettin' to me. Lower still, Mikie. Right in my butt hole. Oh, yes. Oh, that feels so fucking good. Must remember to do that to you. Now come on up on me and really give my big old clit a good sucking. Yes, yes, yes. Honey, suck on it and lick it, just like that. Oh God, I'm cumming so good," she said, roiling her buttocks on the stool now, inspiring even more ardency in her young protege.
"Good thing I don't have to piss now," she said, as she worked her cunt against his mouth, and worked her bare nipples with her fingers. "I couldn't hold it, I'd be peeing all over you. Baby, you're the best little cuntlapper in the whole world. Oh, GOD!" she shouted, and her body began to shiver and s shake, and she grabbed the back of his neck with both hands.
"UH! UH! UH! Really cumming good now. Just a little more. UHHHHOOOOOOOOOWWW!!! THERE! THERE! THERE!" she chanted, bumping her hips forward, bumping her crotch against his face several times before she sighed and relaxed.
"Get up, dear," she said, "and give me a kiss. I can't move for a moment."
He rose panting, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and she led his hand away by the wrist and kissed him full on the mouth.
She tugged at the waistband of his panties and murmured against his lips, "Get those stupid things off and let's get on to better things."
"What? W-what things?" he asked, shucking out of the satin.
"What's this room number?" she asked him.
"S-sixty-nine. 69!!! You and me?!?"
"You and me, Mike, you and me. On the floor, where we can roll around a bit."
He laid right down on his back. His prick was standing up at attention as she came to stand with her heels on each side of his head, where he could look straight up into the crotch he'd been kissing, into the crotch he was hungering for again. Down it came. He could think of nothing else but its musky approach as she settled down on her knees. He didn't even think about getting another blow-job until she was sucking him off.
It nearly drove him crazy. He could feel her hot, hard nipples grazing his belly, he could feel all he wanted to of her smooth, upturned bottom, he could taste all he wanted to of her luscious twat, and get himself sucked off at the same time.
She sucked him well, sparing nothing, crouched down over him with his cock in her mouth and her hips grinding constantly. She was cumming over and over, in rapid succession, and she hungered madly for the stuff in his balls. She kissed his balls, sucked them, feeling his cock hard and hot against the side of her neck, and then she hauled up on his legs and kissed lower still, in his sweetly puckered anus.
He went stiff as a board and his heels hit the floor, and right away she was sucking his cock again, just in time to receive a big load of his semen spurting up like lava from a volcano, a load that triggered a really big orgasm from her already orgasming cunt. In sucking the boy dry, she toppled them over on their sides, squealing and mewing, swallowing it as fast as it came, still cumming herself. It was he who fell away first, rolling over on his back and sprawling spread-eagled on the floor.
She snuggled up to him and said, "That was just awful nice, darling. You really do know how to eat it. Did you feel good, Mikie?"
"Oh, Jeezus," he murmured.
"I take it that means yes. Get my drink, will you? Oh, you're tired. I'll get it, dear."
She rose and refilled her glass, smiling down at the supine boy with the prick that lolled lazily over his thigh, all marked with her crimson lipstick. She tossed off half the drink and took the glass with her as she went to his side again. By leaning over him, she could nudge his nose with her bare nipple, and this opened his eyes.
"Did you want a drink?"
"No," he croaked. "I'm fine."
"A little tired?" she asked, and gave him another nudge.
"Yeah. A little. Wow, that was really something!"
"Rest a bit, luv. Sure you're not thirsty?" she asked, and now the nudge of her nipple was against his lips.
He started sucking it right away, and she smiled and took another sip of gin and vermouth. "You're an insatiable thing, aren't you?"
He nodded, sucking lustily, and she slid her leg up his, took his hand in hers, and guided it to the wet slit he'd been kissing.
"I'd like that prick of yours in there if it was hard. Suppose there's anything I might do about that?"
He didn't answer until she asked, "Don't you want to fuck me?", whereupon he nodded his head vigorously.
The velvet covered ball of her nipple came out of his mouth, and she moved down on his body, saying, "Yes, we'll make you good and hard, dear."
He groaned as she began to suck him off again. It hurt at first, but in just a few moments he could feel himself stiffening. The prospect of actually fucking this unbelievably passionate woman helped to stiffen him, and by the time she was kissing his butt hole again, he was stiff as a board and writhing uncontrollably.
"Lemme put it in you!" he panted. "Let's fuck, let's do it now!"
"In a minute," she muttered from the depths of his crotch, and then her crotch was approaching him again.
It came right down on his face and he began to lick it again as she moved it around for him. He had both arms around her body, hugging her to him while she sucked him off and he licked her with all the passion he could muster. Four times he felt the sharp spasms of her cuntal tissues, coming in waves that lasted for several seconds, and then he began to cum again, weakly but very distinctly, arching his back and hugging her even harder to him.
She turned to face him, licking her lips and smiling. "It gets better and better with you. I suppose you're out of the mood to fuck now. I'm in the mood for a nap, and it's about time for you to clock out, isn't it? Better run along, dear. I'll see you for dinner. Pick me up at eight. I feel like getting dressed up, so you'd better wear a suit and tie. Up, darling, on your feet. Here, as a remembrance I'm giving you these," she said, and stripped off her slitted panties. "Wear them tonight."
He dressed in a drunken daze and staggered out of the room, and she stretched out on the bed and called the desk. "David?"
"Yes, Ms. Hardin."
"How do you think Mike looks in red panties? Isn't he adorable?"
He chuckled and said, "I'd like to see you in them, Anita, or out of them."
"That might be arranged yet. Mike and I are having dinner in the dining room tonight, and please don't be concerned if he acts ... a little peculiar."
"Why shouldn't he? The boy's in love."
Now it was her turn to chuckle. She said, "He's got a long way to go. Listen, we're going to want a secluded table. All right?"
"Anything you say, Ms. Hardin. I have just the thing for you. Sad to say, I'm short-handed, so I'll have to wait on you myself."
She grinned and warmly said, "I'm sure you'll serve me nicely, David. I'm already looking forward to it." She hung up the phone and curled up for her nap.
CHAPTER FIVE
He knocked at the door of room sixty-nine like a gentleman, and her musical voice invited him in. He found her seated at the mirrored vanity table, a pink, waist-length robe covering her torso, as she applied make-up to her already perfectly gorgeous face. Under the table she had on a long black skirt that seemed to be open up to the knees, and on her feet he could see black leather boots that came up almost to her knees, crisscrossed with laces that were tied into bows.
"You're right on time, dear," she said, brushing upward at her very long eyelashes. "I like that in my men. Hungry?"
"Yeah," he said, edging closer to her, heart pounding and prick swelling already.
She flashed him a brilliant white smile in the mirror and said, "I am too. But I'm thirsty too," she added, just as he was about to get his courage screwed up enough to kiss her. "Mix us a drink. I like my martinis four to one."
He went to the bar, fumbled around with the bottles and ice as he tried to remember what he'd seen her do there. "You look nice in your suit," she said, "even though it doesn't quite fit you."
"I had to borrow it from my roommate. He's gone right now. Four of which and one of what?"
"Four parts gin and one of vermouth, dear, and plenty of ice in the pitcher. And speaking of borrowed clothes, are you wearing my panties?"
"How many olives?" he asked.
"One in each glass, and answer my question, Mike."
"Well, I just couldn't do it," he said, turning red, and taking the black satin panties out of his pocket to throw them on the bar. "What if somebody saw me?"
She sighed and shook her head, turned back to the mirror and took up her lipstick brush. He went on pouring and mixing, face still red, and at last he said, "I'll be darned if I'll wear those things, even for you!"
"Well, never mind. Bring me my martini before you go."
"Go? Do I have to go?" he said as he hurried the glass to her.
She sipped it and made a face. "You'll learn to make martinis some day, and perhaps you'll also learn to try to please your woman now and then."
"I've been trying, but gosh! I don't like those things. Why do you want me to wear 'em, Anita?"
She touched a drop of perfume behind each earringed ear and said, "It's unimportant now. Excuse me, Mike," she said, and got up from the dressing table, allowing the little robe to slip from her shoulders as she strode across the room toward the telephone. Her torso was bare, her breasts magnificently naked. They jutted almost straight out in big, coral tipped points, and their bobbing undersides were perfect white hemispheres. She was completely unconcerned with her partial nudity as she picked up the phone and said, "Desk clerk? Room sixty-nine. Change my dinner reservation to one instead of two."
"Now, wait a minute, Anita," said Mike, coming closer to her, coming closer to those glorious big tits, just swelling with life and sex and beauty.
"Just a moment," she said into the receiver, and lifted her sweeping eyebrows at him.
"I want to go with you. I guess I'll wear the darned old things."
"Those black panties are brand new," she said, while he frantically tried to shush her, "and you're going to enjoy wearing them to dinner, Mike. Desk clerk? Make that dinner for two as planned."
She hung up the phone and brushed her lips against his in passing on the way to the dressing table, luscious big tits bobbing and swaying with her every movement. He watched her dumbstruck as she swept aside the long black velvet skirt she had on, baring her terrifically shapely legs swathed in sheer, clinging black nylon, and sat down before the mirror again. She picked up a tube of lipstick and began to paint her erectile nipples with it, making them stand every more firmly as she drew concentric circles on the tips.
"Better get them on, dear," she said.
"The underwear? Oh, yeah," he said, and quickly dropped his pants and shorts, never taking his eyes off her make-up job now for even a moment.
Just as she'd predicted, his prick stood straight up out of the slit in her black satin panties when he'd pulled them up his legs and snugged them up about his loins. Before he could reach for the concealment of his pants, she held out her glass to him, and he had to go and fill it. Then when he was close to her, he seemed to forget all about his embarrassment, so taken was he by her great beauty and by the musky scented fragrance that emanated from her maturely beautiful body.
"Get my black blouse, the sheer one," she said, and still he gazed on at her as he went to the closet, but when he returned with it she told him to place it carefully on the bed, for she had a treat to give him first.
"What is it?" he eagerly asked.
"It's in the left hand pocket of my suitcase over there," she said, and half turned on the vanity bench to watch him.
He withdrew a pair of flashlight batteries, wire, and a small brass cylinder. "What's this?"
"Bring it here," she said, and when he did, she rubbed the brass cylinder with Vaseline from her array of cosmetic bottles.
"What are you going to do with that?" he said in skeptical tones.
She immediately set it on the vanity and lifted one foot to the bench to retie the long laces on her boot. This posture showed a great expanse of her curvaceous legs, plus a shadowy glimpse of her crotch, seemingly the source of the musky perfume that filled Mike's notrils and brain. "Call the desk and tell them to change my dinner reservation to...." she said, until he interrupted her.
"What the heck did I do now? All I said was...."
"I heard what you said," she said, and straightened up, and with one boot on each side of the bench she sat on. "Turn around, pull down your panties, and bend over."
"Oh, Jeezus," he said, complying. "Oh, Judas priest. Hey, what're you doin'? Hey, don't! Oh, my gosh. Aw, Anita...."
She passed the wires through the slit that went up the seat of the black panties, then had him snug them up again before he turned to face her. He was blushing furiously, looking totally exasperated as she fed the batteries and connecting wires up between his legs. His exasperation turned to a look of shocked surprise when she pressed the little lever on the batteries.
"Wow! Oh, wow!" he said, trying to look back over his shoulder as before him, his prick started another quick ascent through the slit. "What in the heck's going on down there?"
"It's a miniature vibrator, dear, and it's working directly against your prostate. Feel nice?"
"Never felt anything like that in my life! Am I cumming?" he asked, quickly looking down at his straining, throbbing prick.
"No, but it wouldn't take much more," she said, and released the operating lever. "Get dressed now. I'm hungry. Here, put these batteries in your coat pocket while you put your trousers on. And fetch my blouse."
She handed him the batteries and he gave the lever an experimental touch that sent him up on his toes before he put them in his pocket. He was once again stunned by the sensuous newness she'd given him, and even watching her don that gossamer thin blouse didn't take his attention away from the thing inside his body.
Now it could be seen why Anita Hardin had rouged the tips of her breasts. As thin as the blouse was, her breasts were clearly out-lined through it, but the nipples stood out like danger signals, drawing any unattentive eye to the beauty of which she was so proud. It was a long-sleeved, high-collared blouse that buttoned down the front and had a long tail to tuck in, a modest blouse indeed had it not been of such ultra thin material. The little fur jacket she put over it failed to conceal the wispily covered charms within, and all the while Mike was putting on his pants, he stared and stared at her as she gracefully moved about the room, sipping her drink, smoking a cigarette. He even forgot about the little brass vibrater she'd put up his ass until she came to him to operate the lever again, whereupon he had to clutch her arm for support as he ecstatically and uncontrollably moaned until she released it again.
She laughed and kissed him, saying, "That does feel awfully good, doesn't it? Put on your trousers and let's go now. It's getting late, and I want to be done with dinner early enough for us to crawl into bed and fuck for a long time tonight when we're done."
"Fuck, yes, let's fuck," he said, panting and pawing at her, pleading with his eyes as well as his words.
"Later, darling. Don't be so eager. It gives away how very young you are."
He almost put his pants on backwards while she watched, smiling tolerantly, looking him over thoroughly. She had him lead the control wires up inside the waistband of his pants and through his coatsleeve down to the pocket of his jacket, and experimental squeeze of the lever insured without a doubt that the electrical connections were all good. Unable to look at his cock now, he wasn't sure if he was cumming or not when she held down the lever. He left the room with her in a rosy daze of mixed love and lust, feeling drunker than the afternoon martinis had made him feel, willing to follow her to the ends of the earth if necessary, anything to keep up a continuance of this vast new wonderful world of sensual pleasure she'd so casually introduced him to, anything to fuck her.
They were all alone in the elevator, and he didn't realize the doors had opened on the lobby floor until he looked sidelong from the deep soul kiss she was giving him and saw an all but laughing couple standing waiting for the lift. He had lipstick smeared all over his mouth, but he didn't know that. All he knew was that he was in the company of the most beautiful, the sexiest woman in the whole world, and that all it took was a look from her, a touch of her hand in his pocket, and he was transformed into the happiest, most mature man in all creation.
He was led in a daze through the lobby to the candlelit dining room where he'd once aspired to be a bus boy, and where he now was a dinner guest. None other than Mr. Marcus himself was . there to guide them to the most secluded table in the intimate place, a corner booth of black leatherette cushions with its round table covered with a sparkling white tablecloth whose hem came to the carpeted floor. He very nearly pulled the tablecloth off and upset the candle on sliding across the smooth, hissing leather, but managed to recover himself in time.
Anita laughed warm and low, squeezed his hand in her warm fingers, lifted it and nibbled on his fingertips, then turned his head and gave him an open-mouthed kiss there at the table the likes of which he'd never seen in any movie. There were a few diners there, undoubtedly looking in his direction, but he didn't care, he had his woman, obviously in love with him, and anything she wanted to do was perfectly okay with him. He thought her lips were the sweetest sensation he'd ever known, until she reached in his pocket for the control device, pulled it out and put it in her lap, and gave it a five second squeeze.
"Feeling good, Mike?"
"Never better," he breathed, writhing on the leatherette, basking in her warmth, thinking vaguely ahead of things to come.
She ordered for both of them while he gazed longingly at her profile, softened by candle glow, hauntingly lovely. She was exchanging words with Mr. Marcus, their waiter apparently, but Mike hardly heard them.
"I hope everything is to your satisfaction tonight, Ms. Hardin."
"I'm used to getting my satisfaction."
"I see. If you'd like a little special dessert that you don't see on the menu, feel free to ask for it."
"I'll keep that in mind. Make sure my steak is rare, please."
"Of course. Bon appetit."
She turned to the starry-eyed boy and said, "Do you like snails?"
"Snails? Like them?"
"Yes, silly, for hors d'ouevres," she said, massaging his thigh with her hand and his upper arm with her breast. "No, I didn't think you would like them so I didn't order any for you. But I'm sure you'd like a little appetizer before dinner," she went on, and taking his hand in hers, she guided it down under the table, down between her legs where it was very warm, very humid.
"I've got a little surprise for you, Mike."
"A surprise? For me?"
"Yes, dear. Feel that?"
His hand was pressed against hair, flesh, very moist and warm, the source of all that humidity down there.
"I'm not wearing any panties, just for you.. Are you surprised, dear?"
"My gosh! No pa ... omigosh!" he said, feeling all he could as quickly as he could of the slick folds and furrows of womanflesh, very warm and brimful of the lubricating juices that were a prelude to fucking.
"Easy, darling, I bruise," she said, spreading her legs wider, pressing his hand closer for one delirious moment before drawing it up to tabletop level again. Fingers twined in hers, she kissed his hand, touched his middle finger with the tip of her tongue, and winked lasciviously at him over their clasped hands.
"Tastes nice, smells sweet. Darling, leave the controls for your vibrator here on the seat before you have your appetizer."
"Appetizer?" he asked, tearing his gaze from her smoldering eyes to look at the empty table.
"It's waiting for you, darling, but under the table. Go on now, no one can see with this long tablecloth."
"You want me under the table? What for?" he asked, wholly perplexed, confused, bewildered and in love.
"To get me my fork, silly," she said, and picked up the utensil and dropped it under the table.
"You want me to get under the table and ... and do it to you w-with my mouth?"
"You want to fuck me?" she asked, fingernails digging deeply into the back of his hand.
"'Scuse me," he mumbled, and cast a covert look around before sliding under the tablecloth like a man going down into the deep waters of an icy lake for the third time.
It was quite warm and humid under the table, and very cramped as well. Her knees were in the way before him and the table stand was up against his back as he crouched in the darkness, seeing her parted thighs as a dull white glow in the murky gloom. He was just wondering how he'd gotten into this entirely weird situation when the vibrator began to buzz his prostate gland, making him moan and fall forward to clasp her nylon-sheathed knee and gnaw on it with passion-inspired lips.
A tug at his ear and he was kissing her thighs, on the bare skin all velvety satiny smooth just above the welts of her hose. The thing was buzzing clear up to his brain by the time he got his hot lips on the even hotter lips of her pussy, all open and waiting for him, seeming to be able to pucker and return the rain of kisses he was bestowing upon it. He used his tongue as well as his lips, locating her clitoris somehow, then fastening onto it with clinging suction to lash it with his tongue, giving her all the pleasure that he possibly could, knowing she deserved even more.
She was so wonderful to give him her body in this way, so wonderful to promise so much more of it. He kissed her with deep passion, sucked on her clit with unsurpassable ardor, nibbled and munched on her fatty firm lips, and buried his nose in her hair while he tongued her delightful little hole. Son, in no more than an hour, he'd have his cock in that hole, his cock that burned and itched with anticipatory pleasure, a virgin's cock that soon would know the reason for its existence. He clung to her sleek, naked hips under her long flowing skirt and down on his knees under the table he spoke mutely to her of his love, delivering the silent words with his kisses, more eloquently than ever he could speak when faced with her loveliness, her worldliness, her wicked, wicked goodness. Wear her panties? He'd be glad to. Go around with pecker stains on his clothes because of her? No problem at all. Get down under the dinner table and lick her big, juicy box while she dined on snails? Only too happy to be of service to you, milady. This was sex, love, excitement, pleasure, all the good things and more he'd only vaguely hoped for in life, and now it was all his. Is it any wonder at all that he was prepared to be her devoted servant for life, even without the stimulus of that marvelous thing buzzing up his ass?
Her hand reached down and scratched his head, and he responded like a neglected puppy dog, bumping his backside against the table stand while he wriggled closer to her in order to kiss deeper still in her delectable hot crotch. Her legs were stretched very wide apart, and now she guided his hot kisses into the shallow depressions of her groins, those lovely warm hollows on each side of her pulsing twat that were almost bereft of hair and almost as smooth as the cheeks. His hands were all the way around her, squeezing and fondling her asscheeks while he kissed her between her legs, pulling her closer to him while he panted and snuffled in air through the hothouse scent of her cunt, her wonderful waiting cunt. And the vibrator buzzed on, almost painfully now, but producing so much more pleasure than pain that he didn't know if he was crapping or cumming or what, and he didn't care.
She scooted lower on the seat, moved her lovely big bottom to the very edge of it and lifted her legs slightly, the better for him to get at her cockhole. His tongue fit in it nicely, too nicely. If it was small enough to accept only his tongue, how could his prick-feeling ten inches long and four in diameter-ever get inside it? He tried to enlarge its tight orifice with his tongue, tried madly in a welter of wild passion that was continuing to mount. He could smother before he'd quit, he didn't care, didn't know where he was, except that he was between the legs of the most very marvelous woman in all the world. Whip away the tablecloth and still he'd go on kissing her delightful, sexy, womanly cunt. Shine a spotlight on him and he'd stay with her to the end, until she told him to quit. His tongue ached to the root of it and his asshole was smarting even more than his cock was, but still he couldn't quit, couldn't get enough of her.
Something was happening inside of him, something was going wrong with the vibrator. The thing was going crazy. Somehow the voltage was getting out of control, that or it had caught on fire inside him. The damned thing was exploding! Still deep in his asshole, still covered with his trousers and her slitted black panties, he couldn't reach it with his clawing fingers as it went the way of most mechanical devices, running amok, then self-destructing, taking him along with it.
"OOOOHHHH! A-A-A-A-A-AH! O-O-O-H-H-H-HHHH!" he cried, mouth at last torn away from the mouth between her legs because of this gigantic upheaval taking place within his body.
"A-A-A-A-A-G-G-G-G-G-H-H-H-H-H! M-A-A-A-A-A!!!" he wailed, giving up the clawing at his ass to grab at his cock with both hands as he crumpled to his side under the table, squeezing his cock as hard as he could to prevent that human part of him from exploding too. He failed at this. His cock exploded again and again, time after time, as he gasped and thrashed under the table, then lay there quivering and twitching, not able to limply relax until the awful, wonderful buzzing in his ass stopped.
Weakly, very weakly, he tried to get the thing out of him, tried to reach down inside the seat of his pants and get hold of the wires to tug the vibrator out. One touch of the button he'd left on the seat, however, caused him to grunt loudly and bang his head against the bottom of the table. Following this, all it took was a series of staccato little prostate pleasure and a tug or two on his damply tousled hair before he was up on the seat again, weak, exhausted, sitting by the side of the languidly smiling lady who'd made such an utter utter fool of him.
"That was nice, Mike," she said. "I enjoyed it more than I did the snails, and they were delicious."
"I hate you," he managed to mutter. "How could you do that to me?"
Her eyebrows went up. "It was you doing something to me, as I recall. All I was doing was eating my snails and pushing this little button."
"Give me that!" he said, coming to life, grabbing for the thing she held in her hand.
"Tut, tut," she said, and her laughter tinkled as she held it above her head, just out of his desperate reach, triggering it just when he was about to close his hand on it. "Tut, tut," she said, "people are staring, dear."
He quickly looked around him and by God they were. Most of the other three or four couples in the dining room were polite enough to look only covertly at what a fool he was being made of, but at least one couple were gazing directly at him, smiling with amusement and exchanging comments over their drinks, and another lady in her middle years was glaring at him with vast indignance. A salad was on the table before him now, and he fell on this with distracting voracity.
"Give me that darned thing and let me get out of here. I never want to see you again!" he muttered from the side of his mouth.
"I've put it away. You get it if you want, Mike," she said.
He looked at her sidelong, venomously, just as she was buttoning up her blouse. She'd removed her jacket and her tits were there to see as clearly as if she was nude from the waist up, her tits and the wire that led inside her blouse and disappeared in between those two gorgeous big jugs that he hoped he'd never see again.
"I'll just rip it out by the wire!" he whispered.
"You do and I'll scream rape, darling," she said, and setting down her fork, she crossed her arms at her waist and sort of hugged herself, pressing her big, pointed breasts together with her upper arms and making him have to stifle a moan of deeply tickling pleasure that rose up from his asshole to spread quickly through his body.
"Don't, don't," he panted, and at once the buzzing stopped, and the buxom redhead resumed her leisurely dinner.
"Did you cum?" she softly asked. "I did, several times. Did you?"
"I dunno," he said, surly but with his anger slowly simmering down.
"We'll just have to see," she said, and reached down to grope around his lap.
"Cut it out. Gee whiz," he said, but for the life of him he was unable to stop her, unable to drag her little hand from him as it felt for and found the tab of his zipper.
"Not here, Anita!" he said, as the zipper came down.
"You're such a prude about some things," she told him. "Don't you think the other people here have sex now and then?"
"At dinner? In a restaurant?"
"Why not? For all we know, that couple over there are playing with each other under the table just as I'm playing with you. My! Little pig, you certainly did cum. Gracious, it's all over you. You're soaking wet, even wetter than I am."
"Well, I couldn't help it. That darned thing of yours, that buzzer, it ... OH!" he gasped, as her lovely big breasts touched together, energizing the buzzer, making him grind his ass against the seat to feel more of it, for as long as it lasted.
He could still feel a residual' buzzing when the lever was released. She helped with this feeling by grasping and fondling his rapidly reswelling cock, and by saying, "That couple over there, I'm sure they're doing something to each other under the table. It happens all the time in restaurants. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't get under the tablecloth and lick her twat at any moment now. Good looking, isn't she?"
"Yeah, but not like you."
"Darling, there's nobody quite like me," she said, with a warm little laugh and an accompanying touch of the vibrator. "And do you see that couple over there, the young blonde girl and the man with the short beard? While you were under our table having your little before dinner treat, she was under that table, sucking his cock."
"Really? Aw, you got to be kidding."
"Would I kid my little lover, my little man? She did it. I could see her hand moving the tablecloth first, and then sure enough, she dropped her napkin and practically dove down in search of it, and in just a very few moments the man with the beard had this delightful little smile on his face. When she came up, she was grinning too, and licking her pretty lips as if she'd had something just as good tasting as you had, dear. Nice couple, nice-looking young couple, aren't they?"
"Yeah," he said, awed, looking around for something else he might have missed in his great naivete.
"Ah," she said. "Here's my steak and here are your oysters."
"Oysters? I've never even eaten them."
"I hope you'll like them. I know they're good for your regenerative powers."
"My what?" he said, looking with distaste at the rough brown disks on the plate Mr. Marcus had set before him.
"Oysters," she said. "They aid in spermatogenesis."
"Sperm-what?"
She squeezed his cock and said, "They'll get you ready to fuck me sooner, darling."
That answer more than satisfied him, and he dug into the alien seafood with a grin on his face.
His dinner companion-that lovely, worldly woman-tore into her bloody rare steak with delicate gusto. As she ate, the movements of her knife and fork occasionally pressed her breasts together, and each time it did the hair on Mike's body stood up at attention and he had to stop chewing and grit his teeth together lest he groan aloud with the delights that were so unexpectedly being brought to him, being bestowed upon him by this fabulous woman. Weakly, he turned to gaze at her, vastly in love, vastly approving of her very scantily covered breasts and what they could do for him and his body.
He ate in a daze, hardly tasting his food, while she forked up tidbits of her steak, sipped her rich red wine, and said little if anything, devoting the best part of her attention to pleasing her palate. All he could think of was her beauty and the fact that soon, very soon he was going to fuck her. His prick in her body, quite unbelievable, but wholly true, just as all the things she said came true. Somehow he'd get it in her, no matter how big he was and no matter how tiny she was, and he'd do his level best not to hurt her in the process. For one fleeting moment he wondered if she might be a virgin and for another he thought ahead to marrying her, but then the buzz in his ass brought him back to the realities of pleasure and he grinned at her like a fool and squirmed happily on the leatherette.
"Ready for your dessert now, darling?" she asked, fingers twined in his and squeezed softly, suggestively. "Up in room number sixty-nine?"
"I sure am. I want to f-fuck you so bad I can taste it!"
"You already did, but don't let that stop you a second time. Care to dive for the fork now or for the elevator?"
"Let's go to the room," he said, already sliding out of the booth, but being brought up short by another squeeze of the vibrator.
She gave it over to him, put it in his pocket for him, and he followed her out from behind the table, scooting quickly over the slick leather. He stood up and her hand went into his coat pocket, the buzzer buzzed, and his knees went weak and he grinned at her helplessly. Hand in his pocket, they strolled together out of the dining room, through the lobby past jealously smiling and murmuring people, and into the elevator. He was just about to throw his arms about her and kiss her with manly lust when she reached down and plucked the linen napkin from the front of his pants.
Smiling, waving it before his eyes, she said, "What were you doing, waving the white flag of surrender or advertising that nice hard cock of yours?"
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, my gosh, oh, Jeezus," said Mike, sitting on the bed, holding his tousled blond head in his hands. "I walked right through the lobby with my thing sticking right out. Oh, my good gosh!"
"Darling, it was covered with the napkin. I don't see how anyone could see it."
"Everyone could see it! That's why they were laughing at me down there. I'll never be able to go down there again."
"Mike," she said, with one leg thrust through the very long slit in the front of her dress as she adjusted a garterstrap, "people are running around stark naked all the time. If you haven't heard, it's called streaking. What's the sight of one more naked penis more or less?"
"That's different. I had a hard-on!" he explained, looking up, almost captivated by the sight of her standing before him so beautiful in black, so imposing and yet so very feminine and demure. No, she couldn't be a virgin, that was totally impossible.
"What's done is done," she said with a sigh. "Personally, I feel that nudity is a lovely, free thing. Other people obviously have different ideas."
"Why didn't you tell me it was sticking out?"
She stopped, placed her hands on her hips and regarded him solemnly. The stocking she'd been working on was free of its garter snaps and hanging loosely around that very round, nubile thigh which still poked out from the slit in her skirt, and her breasts still gazed at him, red-eyed and hot, from behind the thin veil of her blouse. "Surely you're not implying it was my fault that you strolled through the lobby with your precious little prick out and embarrassed yourself so?"
"Oh, no!" he said, sitting up, feasting his eyes on the body of the woman he was about to fuck. "Oh, no, I sure don't go blaming you, Anita. It was all my fault, but I sure wish you would have told me about it."
"Oh? You want me to mother you?"
"Heck, no. I want you to be my, well, be my girl, not my mother, and that's for sure," he said, swelling out his chest and sticking out his chin.
She tugged out the tail of her blouse and began unbuttoning it, far too slowly for Mike, and she said, "I guess it's time you had yourself another girl. You haven't one at all now?"
"Not really," he said, staring and licking his lips as her breasts came into view, bare now, red-tipped, perfect, huge.
"But you do have one you're interested in?" she said, as she shucked the blouse off her lovely white shoulders, leaving herself bare to the waist, and beautiful.
"There's this Lois, she works in the laundry, but she was never my girl. Are you going to get all naked for it?"
"Are you?" she asked, and immediately he was on his feet and ripping off his borrowed suit. In a trice his hard young body was nude, prick standing out, balls swollen and dangling, even the wire and buzzer gone from his body, torn out of his anus without her permission in his haste to disrobe for the big event, for the woman he loved and lusted for with all his soul.
He asked her again if she was going to be naked for their fuck, and she replied, "I will be if you'll help me. My boots need unlacing, dear."
Onto his knees he went to tug at the bow that bound the laces, to unravel the long black thongs with fingers that seemed as if they'd turned to lead. Right before him was her pussy, that delightful part of her he'd soon be entering. It was veiled by her open skirt, shadowy and dark and mysterious, but most definitely there and most decidedly bare, a fact which he'd ascertained without the hint of a doubt back there in the restaurant of the hotel. He kept glancing up at it as he worked at the laces of her boots, glimpsing the curly red hair, smelling the peculiarly fetid scent of her that he'd acquired such a taste for in so short a time.
"What does she look like, Mike?"
"Who?"
"This Lois, the one who works in the laundry."
"Her? Oh, she's sort of short, got sort of brown hair, and compared to you she's skinny. There, that boot's off."
"Have you fucked her very much, Mike?"
"Well, no. No, I haven't."
"How old is she?"
"She's only fifteen. She lied about her age to get the job here. Sure have long laces on these boots."
"Ah, I suppose that's why you aren't fucking her very much. Too young, too inexperienced. I can't stand an inexperienced lay myself. Nothing worse than a fumbler in bed."
He looked up at her with baleful eyes, but only for a moment. She couldn't see his blush, couldn't be allowed to see the lie on his face as he said, "Yeah, me too. And Lois was lousy in bed. That's why I stopped fucking her."
"Maybe we could get together and educate her in the ways of fucking and sucking," she said, swaying closer, enveloping him in her musky scent, twining a finger in his hair.
"Lois? She's too dumb to learn anything at all. You want your skirt off now? Do you?"
"You're so obliging," she said.
He had trouble with the buckle of her belt, but once that was undone the buttons came easily and in moments the heavy black skirt had fallen away, and there it was before him, the rich auburn triangle of her hair, spreading up out of her plump white thighs like a fan, and under it that sweet, fat projection of her sex, cleft deeply by the orifice he'd soon have his yearning cock in. Impulsively, he threw his arms about her commodious hips and planted a large kiss in the middle of the hair. He was rewarded by her arms around his head, hugging him sweetly closer, and her soft voice saying, "On the bed, darling, before I take you right here on the floor."
He was on the bed in a flash, and she had to point a finger at him to keep him from dragging her down with him as he leisurely climbed up on it and comfortably reclined. She was more beautiful now that he'd ever seen her before. Naked, gloriously naked, with her lovely big tits lolling languidly on her chest as she shifted and moved her magnificently wrought body on the spread, she was the ultimate vision he'd ever imagined. Her belly was softly, lovingly rounded, without a bit of fat, all smoothly contoured, with the long vertical eye of her navel winking and smiling at him as she moved about.
He was lying across the foot of the bed, totally absorbed in her every movement. He could see the quiverings of her perfectly round buttocks as she lifted her hips to smooth the spread under her. He looked at the long, tapered legs stretching out to him, open now, showing the way to her glorious red-haired cunt and those lips that the boy had touched with his lips and with his fingers, but never yet with the hard young cock that seemed to be groping blindly toward her.
"I'd like to meet this Lois of yours some time. You'll have to point her out to me over the weekend."
"Aw, she's ugly. Compared to you she's just a little snot-nosed brat. Are you ready for me now? Should I do it now?"
"But of course, what're you waiting for? Just come up here and lie on top of me, darling. Oh, that's so sweet, your hard cock against my soft tummy. Mmmm. Gimme kisses, Mike, make me feel 'em clear down to my toes. Mmmmm. Mmmmmmm. Mmmmm-m-m-m-m. Oh, baby, how I love it, how I love sex, how I love your hard little body. Kiss my tits, lover, suck on 'em good, I never get enough of that. Ooooo. Ooooooo, your cock feels so nice and hot against my leg. Pointing straight at my cunt. Give me a taste of it before you slip it to me, Mike."
He tore his lips from her rouged nipple and was up on his knees beside her, presenting his turgid cock to a mouth that was already pursed and waiting for it. She licked her lips before she sucked it in, knit her brows in pleasured concentration as she sucked it, and the boy's attention was equally divided between her mouth with his cock in it and her cunt without his cock in it. He longed for that cunt, but didn't dare stop her from sucking his cock before she was good and ready.
"Mmmm, yes," she purred, pushing him back down on her body once again. "I'd say you've recovered nicely from your little cum in the restaurant. I'd say you were more than ready to slip that big cock of yours in my hungry old cunt and then pump me full of your nice, hot cum. Yes, baby, put it in me now. Jesus, I need it so bad. Just slip it in, darling, and stop teasing me so much. There. There. Ahhh-h-h-h-h," she sighed.
Panic overwhelmed him and he was forced in so easily, so slickly, that he didn't think it was possible that he'd found her cunt, that tiny orifice that barely fit her tongue. He thought he was in her asshole, and in his panic he had to ask.
She looked at him with concern and said, "Of course you're in the right place. Did you think ... Mike, are you a virgin?!?"
"Well, I ... I didn't want to tell you," he admitted.
She grabbed him by the ears and shook him by the head, then laughed and hugged him to her, almost breaking his heart with the feeling of joy returning. "You fooled me entirely," she said. "I thought you were a man of the world, but now that I know you're just a babe in the sexual woods, well just have to educate you, dear. Start moving, doll, start fucking me."
He began moving his hips, raggedly at first but rapidly, and soon, under the pressure of her sure, knowing hands on his buttocks, he was sliding his cock in and out of her slippery hot hole with great ease and even greater pleasure. It felt terrific to him, and she seemed to like it to.
She was ahhing and ohhing, sighing and smiling, giving him kisses and hugs while she moved her hips to meet his strokes, out of cadence with him, presenting a changing target for his deep penetrations and massaging his cock in a different manner each time it slid into her. It was as if her hips were on a ball joint, for they gimballed in every direction with the greatest of ease, while her big tits rolled about on her chest between them and he sweated and panted and fucked away to his heart's content.
"Just give me all you've got, lover. Slide that nice young virgin's cock in me all the way, all the way, and make me feel how fucking big and how fucking good you are. I got your lovely balls all emptied out down there in the restaurant, so you should be able to fuck me for a long long time, and that's what I need, darling, is a lot of fucking. Oh, yes! Make me cum! Hold onto me tight while I cum, CUM, CUM-M-M-M-M-M!!!"
He squeezed her and held her, thrilled to the core by the hot shuddery vibrations that surged and ripped through her body. She arched and bucked under him in his encircling arms, seeming as if she was trying to throw him off her spasming body, but her cunt kept working, her hips kept gimballing and reaching, sucking him in, making him pound harder at her softness with his hardness. He'd seen her face all serene and lovely, by candlelight, in her mirror, greeting him when he'd first knocked at her door, but now, all contorted and twisted by the lusty good feelings he was bringing to her, it was far lovelier than he'd ever imagined it could be.
Her lips were drawn back to show her perfectly even teeth, so very white against the red and pink of her mouth. Her eyes were squinted shut, long lashes down on her cheeks, and her nostrils were flaring with her heavy breathing. Her rich red hair whipped back and forth across his face as her head churned on the pillow, and he fucked her just as hard as he could, panting for breath himself, driving his rod into her gushy soft twat for all he was worth, ready to go on forever, just as she wanted him to.
"Baby, baby, that was a good big one," she moaned, eyes opening, lips smiling at him. "I really needed it. But don't you stop, you young, strong little bastard. Go right on, have your fill, and give me mine. I want all the cock you've got and more tonight. I've waited too long for a goddamned good fucking like this. Keep sliding that hot cock of yours in me, I can't get enough of it, darling."
Her legs went up and around him, encircling his waist, her heels then able to drum a tattoo on his naked, flying ass that inspired him to go on fucking her without the slightest trace of fatigue. Her cunt was grabbing his slipping, sliding cock now, using muscles he'd never heard of to strip every available bit of pleasure from it as she soared right on toward another big orgasm. He could tell it was coming this time by the look of slower pleasure that spread over her flushed features, followed by that grimace of keen delight that he'd already come to appreciate very much.
"This way now, darling," she said, rolling them over on their sides, but never for a moment slowing in the heavy, grinding beat of her wide and well-educated hips. "Deeper, harder," she panted, face all screwed up with her pleasure now. "Yes, yes! Oh, slam it up against my clit, rub it and grind it, slip it in and out, I love it, every goddamned bit of it, love to cum and cum and CUM!!!"
She shouted out the last word so loud that it startled him. Every bit of her performance was startling to the boy who'd been a virgin till that day. Her wild abandon, her resorting to gutter language, the fine, beautiful tangle of her carefully done hair, that insane look of pleasure on her face, pleasure that had to be every bit as intense as she'd given him, it was all a startling surprise to Mike Corkins, and an extremely pleasant one at that. If pleasing a woman was this much a part of fucking, he was all in favor of it, for it only served to increase his own wild excitement.
"Take it out," she said, panting heavily, pushing at his sweating chest.
"What? You gotta be kidding!"
"Take it out and fuck me from behind, dog style. Jesus, hurry while I'm still cumming."
Dog style. He'd heard of that, and of course he'd been a watchful observer whenever there were a couple of dogs in the mood for rutting.
He whipped out his cock, and it felt cold and lonely even in the heated atmosphere of the luxurious hotel room. He was ready to slide it right back in her again, this time with no hesitation at all when it came to the right hole, but the beauty she presented to him then gave him a moment's pause, for even a boy of fifteen is able to appreciate the sight of a woman's big, creamy white ass, upturned and flushed with roses, split down the middle with a deep crack, centered with a puckered tan ring and all built around the long, fleshy, bright pink bulge of her slitted twat, gleaming wet with her love juices, pulsing and throbbing visibly as it waited for the re-entry of his sturdy young cock.
His cock was heavily swollen. It had never looked bigger in its life. It was as wet as the cunt that twitched and yearned for it, its head as big as the biggest rosebud on a tearose, its shaft showing a faint blueish tinge of veins through the clear white flesh of it. He took it in his hand, steadied himself with a hand on the soft cushion of her handily upturned ass, and slipped it right inside her again.
"Oh God, yes!" she cried, throwing back her head and arching her back, causing her big globular asscheeks to quiver and quake like jelly. The cum juice was running down her thighs in rivulets as she bucked and heaved and panted under this new assault from behind. By dropping her head, she could look down between her jouncing, bouncing tits to see his balls, equally jouncing and bouncing, slapping up against her clitoral area with every new plunge of his prick in her very receptive cunt.
"Make me keep cumming in a steady stream, you horny little brat," she told him, though no words were needed to keep that boy at his appointed task.
"Fuck shit cunt hell damn. Piss in me, cum in me, do anything you want, I love it all," she croaked in a hoarse voice. "Dig those hands into my ass, lover, and really sock it to me. Sock it to mee-e-e-e-e-e!!!" she squealed, cumming and creaming, falling down to her elbows to give him a new angle of attack, rasping her hugely sensitized nipples against the bedspread, mad to feel everything she could and more of this manly assault by this not-so-manly male whom she'd prepared so long and thoroughly for his breaking-in.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted, slamming her very hard now, just as hard as he could, trying to see if it was even possible to hurt this wonderfully sex-crazed woman, and meeting only softest resistance from the cushiony big cheeks of her ass that were rocking back to meet each and every one of his savage thrusts now.
His fingers were digging very deeply into that soft flesh now, and she seemed to love it. He wanted to bite her and crush her in his arms as well, all at the same time, and all the while driving that hard cock of his into her so deeply that it would penetrate to her sexy old heart.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Gonna fuck hell outta you," he said, giving her all he had now, feeling something great, huge on the way toward him on a collision course, and fully ready to meet it.
"That's it, fuck hell out of me! What else? Tell me! Tell me!"
"Stick it all the way up to your heart, all the way up in your throat so you can suck me the same time you're fucking me!"
"Yes!" she moaned, thrashing anew, her hair a blur of red now as it whipped around her rocking, rolling head. "Fuck me as hard as you can! Think about me getting you all decked out in panties, and fuck me hard, hard!"
"I c'd kill you for that!" he said, as a sudden surge of fury added impetus to his attack on her softness.
"I did it on purpose, made a perfect ass of you half a dozen times, and all for this, all for this!"
"God damned bitch!" he cried, and drew blood from her snowy asscheeks with his raking, digging fingernails.
"Oh! OH! OH, IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!"
"Dirty whore!" he shouted, slamming into her just as hard as he possibly could.
"Made a fool of you, a fool of you! Made you cum in your pants and wear my clothes, made you eat me under the table while people laughed, made you walk through the lobby with your ... OH! OH, JESUS, IT'S ALMOST TOO MUCH!!!"
"I oughta kill you!" he screamed, suddenly quite mad with it all, insane, beside himself with rage and lust, fury and a terrible need to cum, to spew in her body, this woman who'd taken such awful advantage of him.
"AAOOGH! AAAAGGGGH!" She was screaming like an animal in the mortal throes, thrashing like a complete lunatic, still spasming her cunt on his driving, sliding cock, but doing it automatically now, without the least direction of energy from her brain, bursting as it was with its flight into the highest, the basest pleasures possible.
"GONNA DO IT! GONNA DO IT!" he chanted, sweat rolling unnoticed off his smooth young body as he raged and pounded like a veteran of a thousand whorehouses, slamming that cock into her, feeling his balls swelling and his brain and body soaring, caught in the wildest melee of fucking imaginable as she twisted and writhed under his assault, as she moaned and cried out and sobbed with her pleasure or pain. "GONNA KILL YOU WITH MY COCK!"
"DO IT! DO IT! CUM, CUM, CUM-M-M-M-M-M-M WITH ME!"
"NNNGGGH! SHOOTING IN YOU, CUMMING, CREAMING ... JEEZUS, CANT STOP. ALL COMING OUT, ALL OF IT! OH, OH, OH-H-H-H-H!!!"
"I want all of it and more, ALL OF IT AND MORE!" she cried, as new life spurted into her flailing body, sucking the good stuff out of him, into her, out of him and into her."
"OH, JEEZUS ... CANT GO ON ... MUCH LONGER!"
"YOU CAN!" she screamed over her shoulder. "WHAT'RE YOU DOING IN ME? TELL ME! SAY IT!!!"
"CUMMING! I'M CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING-G-G-G-G-G IN YOU-U-U-U-U!!!"
And cum he did. He'd been sure that all of it was out of him, that his balls were drained completely dry by the demanding tissues of her overflowing cunt, but now as he shouted out the words they were accompanied by the deed, and great jets of molten lava could be felt surging and spurting up through his cock, out of its pistoning head and into her drooling, hot, clasping pussy. There was no pain now, not even the hint of the discomfort he'd felt when the vibrator had made him gush out a big load under the restaurant table half an hour before. This was all sheer pleasure, a totality of sensation that made all his past sexual experiences pale into insignificance in comparison.
His cum was all going out of him, but the pleasure was replacing it just as quickly, with a considerable amount of interest.
He fucked her flat on the bed, drove her right down with the last shreds of his energy until she was mashed flat between him and the mattress. He lay there panting, wilted, spent, his cock still in her slowly relaxing cunt, his balls hugged by her moist, warm thighs, his bare belly nestled in the split groove of her ass that he'd been so viciously admiring just a few moments before. All the energetic anger had left him, drained miraculously away with the draining of his semen, and he felt calm, languorous, loving toward her once again. She was making little purring noises in her throat, and he felt like chuckling and so he did.
She turned her head and managed to kiss him on the lips. "You're sweet," she said. "And you're a good fuck, darling, even if you were a virgin when we started."
"I didn't ... hurt you?"
"Hurt me? Oh, far from it. Dear, you gave me a great deal of pleasure, a whole lot of sexual satisfaction, and I thank you for it. And don't think you're going to go unrewarded for your very amorous efforts, luv."
He managed to muster up enough weak anger to say, "If you think you're going to pay me for this, you're nuts, Anita. I did that 'cause I ... 'cause I sort of love you."
She laughed softly and said, "Darling, I know, and I'd never offer you money. The reward I have in mind is something you'll enjoy much more than a few dollars, darling-"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"Boy, I sure am!" he said, as he pumped his hard cock in and out of her wonderfully clingling pussy.
They were lying in bed on Saturday morning, having slept and loved there all Friday night. Anita was on her Back, quite naked, head propped up by a fat pillow, Bloody Mary in her hand. Mike was lying crosswise on the bed, but he was not lying very still and quiet. He was on his side, with a scissors hold around Anita's nubile left thigh. She had her right leg hooked over his waist as he lay facing her with his cock moving slowly and persistently in her cunt. It was a comfortable position for both of them, one that she was demonstrating to him for the first time, and one that he was enjoying every bit as much as those other positions she'd shown to him during their waking hours of the long, lovely night.
In this position they could look at each other, smile and converse while Mike did most of the work, which was really negligible in light of the pleasures he was receiving from the warm wet friction of her cunt on his moving cock. And in this position he could reach out with his hand and fondle her breasts, lolling like fat pancakes on her chest, a pastime he felt he would never tire of, though he'd cum at least a dozen times during the long, instructive, and highly enjoyable sex session which Anita had been in charge of. Now as he fucked her in this position that formed an X of their bodies on the bed, he slid his hand down over the soft warm bulge of her tummy and toyed with his fingers in the well-matted auburn hair of her pussy that spread up out of her crotch.
"Feeling good, Anita? You gonna cum with me this time?"
"Don't you worry about me. I had my share last night. I really came off then."
"But I don't think you have since."
"You did, luv, and that's the important thing."
"Maybe so, but I liked it better when we did it together. Man, that was wild!"
"Indeed it was," she said with a smile, and sipped her drink. "That's when I cum best, when I've gotten a nice young boy like you excited for the first time in his life, I mean really excited, so much so that he loses his head completely. Then when I finally let him fuck me, I get off in a big, big way."
"And you don't even cum otherwise?" he asked, so surprised that he stopped the slow pistoning of his hips.
She started him again with a prod of her heel and a pull of her left leg, and when his lovely little cock was sliding in and out of her juicy big twat once again, she said, "Oh, I can, but it's never so good as it is that first time with a new boy."
"You really dig boys, don't you?"
"Mmmm-m-m-m," she said, and sipped her drink again, writhed her body slowly and luxuriously, inspiring the boy to locate her clitoris and worry it expertly between his thumb and forefinger.
"You knew I was a virgin all along, didn't you?"
"Mm-hmm. I knew just about everything about you, dear, from past experience, not from prior knowledge. It made the buildup just delicious, and it made your first fuck a marvelous thing for both of us. I hope you've forgiven me for making you so angry with me, but I needed to do that to get you going good and hard, just as I like it."
"Boy, you sure did cum hard," he said with a grin. "I sure would like it if you'd do that again."
She shrugged. "Probably can't with you, but that's nothing against your ability in bed, luv. You were just divine, adorable, you satisfied me completely. It's just that it's always best for me when I'm seducing a boy for the very first time."
"Why's that, Anita?" he asked, still stroking, still toying with the sweet protuberance of her clitoris, but failing to get it in that erectile state which he'd known it to be capable of before and during their first actual fuck.
She laughed softly, making her breasts jiggle in a charming way, and she said, "How should I know? Who can tell what motivates anyone to have a good time in bed. Now, don't get me wrong, dear, I'm having a marvelous time right now and I can have just as good a time with an old familiar lover like you're getting to be, no matter who he is. I just dig it the most when I nail some young, naive virgin, like you were yesterday."
"He always has to be young, huh?"
"Yes. I've got hundreds of men who'd like to fuck me, but it really only turns me on when my new lover is young and inexperienced."
"You like to teach 'em, huh?"
"It's a ball, darling," she drawled, stretching luxuriously, and by doing so, changing the shape and tightness of the sweet, deep channel his cock was moving in. "It satisfies me for days, even weeks. Nothing like getting a virgin. I just love it. You would too, I'm sure. Think you'd like to fuck a virgin, Mikie?"
"I don't know," he said, but he could feel his cock getting harder and he could feel a fleeting sense of power at the thought of treating some young, innocent girl in the same fashion as Anita had treated him. "I just don't know; I'd have to think about that one for a while."
"Then think about it," she said, her voice a purr, her hands sensuous cups that roved over her breasts. "Think about getting it on with that skinny little thing you told me about last night-what was her name?-Lois?-think about getting it on with Lois. Mike, think about sticking that lovely cock of yours in her tight little cunt, and having her feel a real orgasm for the first time in her young life while she's got that big, hard thing of yours in her. Hmm? Does that excite you a little bit, luv?"
"Uh-huh," he said, stroking harder, effortlessly conjuring up visions of Lois and he doing things that he'd only furtively and inaccurately thought about doing before, and doing things he and Anita had done....
"It'd be fun, Mike. I know she's too young, according to the statutes, but so're you, so what's the difference. Would you like to fuck her, Mike? Would you like to be the first to seduce little Lois? Would you like me to help you do it, darling?"
"Yes-s-s-s-s," he said, pumping very hard now with a very hard cock, surging and spitting his cum in the mature woman's well-used twat, suddenly so excited that he was able unconsciously to bring her right along with him to experience a lovely little tingle of orgasm herself.
She hugged her arms around her breasts, the better to make the good feelings last, and she said to the boy whose cock was still inside her, "Might be fun at that. I've never been in on the seduction of a girl before, and yes, it might be fun at that. D'you know, Mike? I'm getting a little worked up just thinking about it."
She lay there for a while smiling up at the ceiling and fondly massaging her breasts while Mike watched her with adoration and keen anticipation, his cock soaking and slowly wilting in her cunt. It was a nice cunt, one that had treated him well, one that he'd never forget, no matter how many others his cock was in during a lifetime of fucking, but he knew it wouldn't be as tight, wouldn't milk his cock as hard as the cunt of a virgin. As for that virgin being young Lois, he had his doubts, though then again, he gave Anita credit for being able to arrange quite remarkable things.
"Hand me the phone," she said, and he was able to reach it without withdrawing his pecker from her sex hole. He listened attentively, with growing interest, as she spoke into the receiver of the instrument:
"Mr. Marcus, please. ... Hello, David, this is Anita Hardin in sixty-nine. I'm fine, thank you, and thank you for your part in a truly lovely evening. Now I'm afraid I'd like another favor from you. I'm told you have a girl named Lois working in your laundry. Do you know her...? I see. And she's working right now. I wonder if you might arrange things so that she'd have some extra work today ... No," she said with a little laugh, "I don't mean that kind of work, at least not until later in the day. I was thinking of some good, hard physical labor, something she's not used to doing, and something that will last most of the day. Could that be arranged...? Good, David. And then later, say about two or three this afternoon, I think it might be nice if she was assigned to clean my room ... what, David? Oh, no, I don't go for girls as well as boys, or at least I don't think I do, but I want to sponsor my little protege Mike in an affair of his own, and your help would be appreciated in my little project. Can do...? A reward for yourself? Well, of course I'd tip you, and handsomely ... Oh ... Oh, I suppose that might be arranged too, dear. But first let's see about taking care of our teenage friends, shall we? Bye, David."
"What did he say?" Mike excitedly asked. "Is he going to do it?"
"Oh, he'll cooperate," she said, smiling with amusement. "And of course he wants my body as a reward. Who knows, I might just give him what he wants if seeing you two getting it on gets me horny enough."
"What was that about making her do extra work?"
"You'll see. Be patient, my dear. I imagine it's going to start for her about now. That give us about four hours to rest and relax before she gets here."
"And fuck some more?" he asked, reaching for her clitoris again.
She pushed his hand away. "I'm really not in the mood now, luv, and you should save yourself for our little lady of the laundry."
It was two-thirty-three by Anita's traveling clock when the knock came at the door and she called out in a tinkling melodious voice for her guest to enter. The door was opened by a girl in the pale green uniform of a hotel chambermaid, a uniform which was marked with sweat stains at the armpits. She was a diminutive thing with red hair, slightly bedraggled, which came to four or five inches below her narrow shoulders. Her face was anxious as well as tired looking, but it was a pretty little face with a button nose, dappled with girlish freckles, with pretty, pink lips, downturned now at their corners, and eyes that were wide with her anxiety and of a china blue color. Through her ill-fitting uniform it could be seen that she had small, immature breasts, set high on her chest, a long narrow waist, and a rather small but impudently rounded bottom. Anita approved of her, and devoutly hoped the girl was still a virgin. "Yes, dear?" she said.
"I've ... I've come to clean your room, ma'am."
"Fine. Help yourself. If you'll excuse me, I'll just stay right here working on this sore shoulder of mine until you get around to making the bed."
Anita could see herself in the dresser mirror as she lay on the bed, moving the head of the vibrator over her bare shoulder, and she knew exactly what kind of a picture she presented to the inexperienced girl. She had on a little pink bed jacket and was under the covers so that only her torso was showing, propped up by pillows. The jacket had been pushed back from her left shoulder, where she was using her electric massaging device on that creamy smooth part of her body, and a chaste white brassiere was in evidence to contain her large, womanly breasts. She wore little make-up and her auburn red hair was combed down about the sides of her face, giving her the appearance of an invalid, though a rather robust one. Her smile was warm and friendly and her eyes were registering none of the excitement she felt within as the pretty little redheaded girl went about her tasks. The buzzing of the vibrator had a lulling effect on Anita, and her mind drifted back to when she was fifteen years old. She'd had red hair, but there the similarity ended between her and the girl, for even at that tender age Anita had been a buxom young woman, with her virginity some three years behind her. It was high time this girl got rid of hers, if she still had it.
The girl wandered around rather aimlessly, shoulders slumped, carrying a linens bag with her. Into this were stuffed the dish towels from Anita's little kitchen and the bath towels that had been used by Anita and Mike since Anita had come to the hotel. She emptied some ashtrays, then timidly asked Anita if she wanted her to wash the dishes and glasses left in the sink.
"Don't you normally do that for your guests, dear?"
"I ... I guess so."
"What do you mean, you guess so?"
"I don't ... I usually work in the laundry. I've never cleaned a room before and I just don't know everything I'm supposed to do."
"Oh, Christ," said Anita. "Now they've sent me an inexperienced chambermaid."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," the girl said, "I was told one of the other girls had to take the afternoon off and...."
"I don't care what you were told, child," Anita snapped, and dropped the vibrator on the bed beside her and reached for the telephone.
She placed the entire instrument in her lap and held down the connecting button where, shielded by Anita's elevated knees, the girl couldn't see that there was no connection being made while Anita spoke sharply into the mouthpiece. "Desk? What's the problem with this hotel? What's the idea of sending a completely inexperienced chambermaid up to my room? I certainly expected better service than this when I checked in here ... What? Let her try her best? Of course I'll let her try her best. You don't expect me to do this sort of thing, do you?"
She slammed down the receiver, replaced the phone on the nightstand, and said shortly, "Go ahead, don't just stand there. Get your work done and get out of here, girl."
The little freckle-faced girl swallowed hard and said, "Yes'm," before she went to wash the dishes. Anita thought the whole situation was delicious. She'd talked to Mike about this girl, learned from him she'd come from a very strict local family, one which expected her to earn her own money over the summer and to do so with an absolute minimum of contact with any of the males, young or old, guests or hotel employees, while she worked. Several times Mike had asked her to the movies, but she'd always refused him, meekly at first, then haughtily as his invitations persisted and she realized that she had some attraction for him. If things went Anita's way, young Mike, hiding under the bed at the moment, the two youngsters would get together in a big way over the summer.
Anita watched the girl at work, smiling crookedly, moving the vibrator down to tingle and tickle her left breast now. She waited until the girl had the sink full of hot water and was looking under it for some soap before she said, "God, you really are inexperienced, or perhaps you're just not too bright." The girl rose to her feet, looked at Anita over the bar top, eyes bright with threatening tears. "Don't you even know that the dishes aren't done here? They're taken on a tray to the kitchen. Just stack them and leave them for a girl who knows what she's doing."
"Yes, ma'am," she said, and stacked them clumsily, almost letting one fall to the floor.
The instant she was done, Anita said, "Now hang up those clothes, and mind you're careful with them."
At this command, Anita received a short but hot glare from the girl before she was obeyed, and this pleased her. It showed she had a. little spirit remaining after her day of hard labor.
Clothes were picked up from where Anita had deliberately strewn them, and the operation was watched with a critical eye by the voluptuous woman lounging on the bed, massaging her bare shoulder and barely covered breast with the vibrator. The girl didn't miss it when the vibrator strayed to Anita's breast. A look of disdain came to her girlish freatures and she looked away as she tended to her menial work as the woman's temporary servant.
As soon as the expensive clothes were in order, Anita said, "Now get in the bathroom and clean that up. It's a mess."
The girl opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, undoubtedly thinking what her parents might say if she lost her little temper with a hotel guest and subsequently lost her little job. Away she trudged, carrying sponges and detergents and brushes, while Anita continued to lounge in the comfortable bed.
Mike poked his head up from under it, his grin as wide as his eyes, and said, "Hey, you're really keeping her hopping. But how're you going to do it? When should I come out and jump her?"
"Not till I tell you to cum, cum, cum," she said, and gave him a quick peck on the lips before pushing his head down below mattress level again.
It was a good ten minutes before the girl came out of the bathroom, breathing a little hard and looking more tired than before. Anita said, "Now straighten up those cosmetics bottles on the dresser and you can go on and get some more education from another guest."
The girl hadn't been at the dressing table for five seconds before she broke the bottle of perfume that Anita had so carefully and precariously balanced there, and at once Anita was out of the big bed and striding toward her in her red panties.
"Clumsy little fool!" she said. "That perfume's forty dollars the quarter ounce, and you just spilled a full two ounces of it! I'm going to see to it that it's taken out of your pay!"
"But I didn't do it on purpose!" she said, and made the fatal error of laying a hand on Anita's arm.
Anita immediately laid her hand on the girl, but not quite so gently. She slapped the little freckle-faced girl sharply across the face and snapped, "Don't you touch me, you clumsy little idiot!"
She reeled back against the dressing table, caught herself there with one hand on the perfume drenched glass top, then covered her face with her hands and began to bawl. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Oh, I can't do anything right today."
Anita did an about face in her attitude toward the girl, placing an arm solicitously around her shoulders and saying, "Dear, I'm the one who should be sorry, sorry for this unruly temper of mine. Come sit down and let me make you feel better. Things can't be all that bad."
"No, I've got my work to do," she said through her sobs, "and I've had to work so hard already today."
"We'll just see about your having to work any more today. Come sit down on the bed, dear. It's all right. Come along. You sit down while I make things right between us."
The girl protested all the way, but she came along with this imperious woman, turned gracious now, who seemed to know just what to do. She reeked of the perfume she'd spilled, and once Anita had her sat down on the side of the bed, the mature woman took a tissue from the box beside the bed to wipe her hand.
"Tsk. Oh, look," said the larger of the two females, as she bent over the tearful girl. "You've cut your finger. Wait here while I get a band-aid."
"I'd better just go. I've got so much more to do today," said the girl, fighting hard and failing to hold back the tears.
"Nonsense, you just sit right there, child."
She sat there, knees together, snuffling and sucking on her finger, presenting the perfect picture of a child, so much so that Anita was constrained to give that injured digit a touch of her lips before she applied the bandage to it. She sat down beside her and put an arm about her shaking shoulders, acting motherly but feeling very definitely otherwise. "Now tell me what all this very difficult work is you've done today, dear."
Her sobs were renewed, so that it was difficult for Anita to understand her as she said, "I had to work in the kitchen all day, scrubbing pots and pans, scrubbing the floor, and then I had to carry in big boxes of vegetables and things and my back's so tired I can't even straighten up right and then Mr. Marcus who's usually real nice to me bawled me out for nothing at all and told me to get up and clean the rooms starting with this one and he didn't even give me a chance to tell him I didn't; know...."
"There, there," said Anita, patting her fondly, feeling how firm and warm her young, shaking; shoulders were, wondering if she should give the girl entirely to her latest young lover. 'There, there, dear. I'll just have a talk with this Mr. Marcus and set things straight with you."
"Oh, no. He m-might fire me in the mood he's; in, and my folks would just kill me if I lost this job."
"Again I say nonsense, dear. What is your name?"
"L-Lois. Lois Gallagher."
"Well, Lois Gallagher, you just sit right there and we'll see about your getting fired from your job because of me."
"Desk?" she said into the phone, standing up now, and beaming down at the distraught girl as. she spoke. "I've been having a little talk with the' young lady you sent up here to clean my room., and the things she tells me are simply deplorable.
Mr. Marcus. She's worked so hard today that she's sprained her back, and I insist that she be given the rest of the day off with pay ... Yes, Mr. Marcus, I knew you'd see things my way ... Well, we'll just have to see about that, Mr. Marcus ... I see ... Yes ... All right, Mr. Marcus, we'll discuss it further over lunch tomorrow, and thank you for your time."
She hung up and clucked with her tongue and said, "He's been after me, for some reason, and now I've got to have lunch with him. He's a bother. Most men are. I'll just check out before lunch time and avoid an unpleasant scene. But now for a pleasant one, Lois, just you and me and a little treatment for that sprained back of yours."
"Oh, it's not sprained. Just a little sore," she said, shifting around, and making Anita curious about just how large the moving bumps inside her bodice really were.
"I have just the thing for it, no matter what the trouble is," she said over her shoulder, as she strode to the kitchen, haunches shimmering under the tight red satin, pale skin glowing with health.
"I'll have my afternoon martini while you have a soft drink," she said as she mixed, "to go with the muscle relaxant pill I'm going to give you."
"You're very kind, ma'am, but I don't really believe in taking any pills."
Anita returned to the bed with a tray in hand.
On the tray were a small yellow pill, a chilled martini, and an iced glass of grapefruit soda-liberally laced with gin. Smiling benignly down on the petite young girl, she said, "Dr. Hardin knows best, and I'm not going to have any back talk from my favorite patient. Come sip with me, Lois, and we'll have a little talk and perhaps make you feel even better, make you forget all about the tough old day you had today."
She smiled demurely and took the pill first, and far from begin a muscle relaxant as her play doctor had advertised, the harmless looking yellow tablet contained ten grains of amphetamine, a stimulant whose action was bound to be made even more unpredictable by the alcohol in the drink with which young Lois dutifully if somewhat fearfully washed it down.
Anita sat by her side, touched glasses with her, and they drank together before Anita said, 'Tell me about yourself, dear. Do you go to school? Do you like working here? What are your plans for the future? Do you have any beaux?"
The little redhead launched into the story of her life, timidly at first, but with the help of a little prompting from Anita, and with the relaxing and yet strangely exciting effects of the soft drink and the pill, she was soon talking volubly, with animation, feeling bright and almost witty, even in the presence of this obviously worldly woman. She was making her hostess laugh and calling her by her first name before long, sitting on the bed with hands clasped together, just like one of her school chums at a late night gab fest. With the afternoon off, with all her labors behind her, young Lois was feeling slightly terrific.
Anita got up and got them both another drink. The statuesque redhead wouldn't let Lois lift a finger, and the young girl felt like a princess. Returning, the older female slipped her little bed jacket off, saying as she did that the afternoon was getting warm. She was very striking in her white bra and red panties and nothing else, with her womanly beauty on airy and unconcerned display, strolling about the room and chatting with the girl who only that morning had been a scullery maid.
"Shame about that perfume," said Anita, "but it does make the room smell sweet and nice. Too bad we don't have some men here. We could really make ourselves an afternoon of it."
"I don't go out with men much," said Lois, weakly, defensively, retreating back into her shell.
Anita brought her right back out of it. She came over and took her hand, bent close and said, "I don't know why not. Heaven knows, you're pretty enough and you've a lovely little figure. Your hands are a little rough though. You need some lotion, dear. I've just the thing for you."
She went to the dresser and returned with a handsomely molded bottle, a vision of womanly loveliness which Lois could only vaguely aspire to be someday. She sat close, her bare thigh pressed against Lois' skirted one, and took Lois' hand in hers to fill the palm of it with the fragrant lotion. She rubbed it in both her hands and up her forearms, smiling close, smelling sweet, looking so beautiful and worldly and wise, so friendly and charming.
"We're going to put this all over you, dear, just as I use it. It'll make your skin all lovely and sweet and smooth, like mine. Just rub it into your hands and arms first, like this. Doesn't it feel good? Soothing? Relaxing?"
"Yes. Yes," she said, all but hypnotized by those lovely green eyes so close to hers, by that warmly purring voice.
"It's so warm," Anita said, and loosened the top button of Lois' uniform dress with a movement of her hand that was so smooth and natural that the girl could protest in no way. "Just slip this down a bit and get some of this nice lotion on your shoulders. You've lovely shoulders, dear," said this unbelievably beautiful woman at her side. "So nice and smooth, so soft that this lotion is hardly needed. But it does feel good, doesn't it, and it will make you feel better, won't it, dear?"
"Mm-hmm," said the girl, her mind as relaxed as the pill could possibly make it, but her body all tingly with life, all abubble with excitement.
"We'll just slip this right down. Sweet little brassiere, Lois. Thirty-two B? No, don't tell me, I'll just look at the label and see if I'm right. An A cup? I can hardly believe it. I've got to see them to really believe it, luv."
"No, you shouldn't," said Lois, holding her hands over her little breasts, only then fully realizing that her bra was unhooked and the top of her dress down about her tiny waist.
Anita smiled and drew back. She put her hands up behind her back as she said, "Why not, dear? It's just us girls. Surely you're not self-conscious, a pretty thing like you. Just slip it off. You see? There's nothing to it?"
The girl's teeth were chattering audibly and visibly as Anita smoothly removed the D cupped brassiere that she wore, slid it down her silken arms, and watched as the girl's eyes widened at the sight of her truly admirable breasts. She poured lotion in her hand and smoothed it into the already perfect flesh of her breasts, working it into the nipples, making them rigid, while beside her the girl watched raptly and under the bed Mike squirmed in impatience.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Just slip right out of it, dear. Here, I'll help you. You're not ticklish, are you?" said the voluptuously beautiful woman as she slipped the uniform dress lower on the slight body of the giggling girl.
"Now, don't. Please," said the girl, writhing in a sweet agony of embarrassment at her growing nudity and at her joy at the unexpected friendship of this marvelously exciting woman.
A finger was shaken under her nose and the woman's well contoured eyebrow went up as she said, "Don't you argue with me, you little freckle-faced brat. Remember, I know what's best for you, and remember that I'll slap that pretty face of yours again if you go against my wishes. I'm your teacher, your doctor, your hostess for the afternoon, and it's up to you to be a good student, a good patient, and above all a good guest. Now, get your little fanny up off that bed so I can slip you out of that perfectly atrocious housemaid's uniform and pamper the little girl who's had to work so hard today."
Lois rose, biting the marshmallow soft cushion of her lower lip, smiling tremulously, holding the bounced bodice of her dress tightly at her tummy with one hand, supporting her opened brassiere over her little breasts with the other.
"What are you going to do, Anita?"
"You just wait and see. You'll like it," said the woman, and kissed her forefinger and touched the digit to the girl's button nose. "First thing, off with that idiotic dress," she said, and went down on her knees to tug it right out of Lois' hand, smiling radiantly up at her, brimming with so much good feelings and camaraderie and confidence that it was bound to spill over and infect such an innocent as Lois Gallagher.
"My, but you've a pretty pair of legs," said the kneeling woman, running her pampered hands lightly up the outsides of them, making Lois feel very little-girlish, for how could a woman with such blatantly beautiful charms as Anita be able to say anything like that to a skinny little thing like her and mean it?
Her breasts alone were enough to win a prize at a beauty contest. They made Lois feel as if hers were mere pimples on her chest. She looked down at the big, lovely things as her new friend knelt at her feet, admiring her legs with her hands. They were big, but there was more to them than their size. They were perfectly shaped breasts, the likes of which Lois would never develop in a million years, and their rosy, creamy coloration was something only to be seen in sunsets-until now. They looked extremely warm and soft, but Lois would never know that for sure, because women didn't touch other women's breasts. Then again, they didn't touch each other's legs as Anita was touching hers, but Anita was a special woman. She could do anything, it seemed. She could make a distraught girl feel better, could slap her and immediately be forgiven, could even kneel at a girl's feet and still give the impression of being regal, queenly. An amazing woman, a wonderful friend, someone to be admired, emulated if possible.
"Oh!" Lois exclaimed, and jumped like a startled kitten, almost losing control of her nearly useless bra in the process of it.
"Sorry, darling," said her kneeling queen. "I just wanted to see if your little pussy was as firm as it looks. It is."
"Please don't touch me like that again," said Lois, with all the righteous indignation she could muster.
It wasn't enough, for the kneeling queen grinned more broadly still and touched a finger to her tinily bulging pudenum again, saying, "Like that?"
"Yes, like that!" said Lois, suddenly feeling downright feverish with her previously feigned indignation, backing off and covering her little pussy, tightly concealed in plain white cotton panties, with her hand.
Anita made a move, cocking her head and thrusting out her full lower lip, and she said, "I'm so sorry, but it's so hard for me to look and not touch when you've got such a darling little body. I'll bet the boys just go wild over you. I'll bet they can hardly keep their hands off that wonderful freckled complexion of yours. Oh, all those darling little rosy brown spots are just made to be kissed by a boy, not to mention all that perfectly smooth, wonderfully white flesh in between them. And your little pussy, oh dear, if any of your boy friends say how sweet you look in those tight little white panties they'd be right down here on their knees like I am, but down here to kiss that sweet little bulge, not just to look at it."
"What a thing to say," said Lois, blushing scarlet, shielding her pussy even more, but nonetheless flattered.
Anita's lower lip was out-thrust even more for a moment before she said, "And those sweet little titties that you're covering up so very well, I just know they drive the boys crazy. I saw this handsome blond boy who works in the coffee shop looking at your titties, Lois, and I just knew he'd adore getting his lips on them, getting his hands on them, sucking the nipples and feeling how soft and smooth they are."
"Please, Anita, you're embarrassing me," said the girl, though the flattery was thrilling her, intoxicating her beyond belief. She was wildly excited, so much so that she thought she saw the heavy bed move, an impossibility of course, for she and her lovely friend were a good yard away from it, and earthquakes were unheard of in that part of the country.
Anita laughed and rose, and Lois' only defense against her fond, friendly embrace was to go rigid, an automatic response over which she had no control. Almost her every action seemed slightly out of her control. She felt dizzy and unsure of her balance, yet at the same time brimming with the same confidence Anita exuded. Her skin tingled all over, especially where Anita's hands had touched it, and she wasn't sure if she was hot or cold. She felt charged with energy, and yet that big bed looked terribly inviting to her.
"Is anything wrong, dear?" Anita solicitously asked, an arm slipping about Lois' bare waist.
"Oh, no! I'm just fine."
"Back still hurt?" she asked, rubbing it, kneading it so warmly and deeply that Lois had to sway to the rhythm of her hand.
"Feels fine, just fine," she said, smiling languidly up at her with her lips, knowing that sparks were shooting out of her eyes.
"Good," said Anita, with a little slap on her bottom that started that area of her body to tingling. "We'll just give you one more muscle relaxant pill and another glass of that delicious drink before we give you your massage."
"Massage? I've never had a massage," said the girl, concerned now, following her mentor for the afternoon as the big woman strode back to the bar.
"Oh, you'll love it. I've got a professional masseur's aid that'll make you feel divine, all relaxed, without a care in the world, without a single ache or pain in your pretty little body."
"But it doesn't hurt any more, Anita."
"Perhaps not, but you don't feel divine yet, do you? Here's your medicine. Just swallow that pretty pill and wash it down with this. No balking or doctor will spank. Yes, that's a good girl, that's a very good girl. Just drink a little more, oh that's fine, and off to bed we go."
Anita glared venomously at the face peering out from under the bed, and it disappeared before the girl could ask what she'd seen. The poor girl, drunk and uninhibitedly relaxed on liquor, all keyed up and excited on stimulants, just frowned in her perplexity and allowed herself to be led to the bed, laid down, and relieved of the bother of her brassiere.
She gave a little start when the cold lotion was poured onto her bare back, but soothing words from her masseuse calmed her down in seconds. The hands helped too. They smoothed in the creamy stuff with great expertise as Lois laid there with her hard little breasts being pushed against the firmly yielding bed, with her back being handled in an incredibly sensuous manner. She lay with her face to one side, mouth open, while the wonderful hands kneaded her shoulders, down her spine, over the soft, shallow indentations of her ribs, on down to the firm ripe melons of her buttocks. They didn't linger there as she somehow feared, but worked on down her legs, finding and relieving little muscle aches from her hard day's work that she'd thought long since disappeared. Down to her feet the hands went, spreading lotion, spreading relaxation, so thorough that they even pulled each individual pink toe. Lois could easily have fallen fast asleep had it not been for the teeming joy and sense of goodness that filled her brain, her heart, and some nice, warm area in her abdomen that she'd been hitherto unaware of.
"Feel nice?" came the velvety voice of her friend and private masseuse.
"Mmmm-m-m-m-m."
"This'll feel even better."
A buzzing sound began, and while Lois' brain asked, 'What is that? What's going to happen to me now?!?' her body kept utterly relaxed, not giving a hoot in hell about the source of the rather pleasant, bee-like sound.
Some sort of a vibrator thing like you see them use in barber shops, she decided, as the warm, slightly tickly thing was placed against her toes. It'll feel good, she decided, as it was slowly, ever so thoroughly moved up each of her legs in turn, to turn the muscles in her calves to butter, to make her sigh deeply and feel herself going as flat as a pancake on the comfortable big bed.
"Sore there?" came the gentle voice, as the vibrator was moved farther up the back of Lois' legs.
It was working its way deeply inside the backs of her knees, and she couldn't quite decide if it tickled or simply felt good, and so she didn't say a word, just moved her head up and down and smiled.
"How about here? My you've lovely little legs," said the woman now in complete charge of Lois' senses, the woman who was treating her so luxuriously, all from the kindness of her golden pure heart.
Lois couldn't move. She was limp as the proverbial rag as her short but shapely legs were parted just a bit more. Just to make it more convenient for the massaging vibrator to do its very good work. And the work was good. Up between the insides of her thighs it went, finding spots more sensitive than the backs of her knees, working close to her pussy, but that wasn't alarming at all, for she had complete trust in its manipulator, and after all, her pussy was a part of her body, wasn't it? And as such, it deserved its share of the nice, supernice massage she was getting.
But alas, the vibrator passed right by that lovely little part of Lois' body that bulged so sweetly outward through her white cotton panties, down between her legs as she lay on her tummy, quite reachable by that most effective vibrator.
"Missed a spot," she murmured, but Anita didn't hear, for the vibrator was moving on now, working over her buttocks, and she rather hoped it would last for a long time here before it went on to her back and shoulders, for there was no doubt at all that it felt lovely, just lovely working away on her tired little bottom.
It quivered the flesh there, it fibrillated the soft muscles of her sweet little ass, making Lois grin and clutch handfuls of the bedspread, like a kitten kneading its mother's teat as it nurses, contented, happy, getting its stomach filled. Lois was contented. She was happy. She'd endured weeks of hard work at the hotel, sleeping lonely in a hard bed, few friends if any, at the beck and call of just about everyone else in the hotel, and now she was getting absolutely luxurious treatment, not having to lift a finger.
But she did have to lift her hips. Soft commands, firmly delivered, made her do that so that Anita, lovely Anita, could peel down her panties, the better to give her lovely little bottom the rich, full treatment it really deserved. She heard it all, heard how very lovely her little buttocks were, and she squirmed with positive joy at this news, and at the lovely spreading feelings of warm, warm goodness that were being injected into her truly delightful little bottom by the truly wonderful electric massager.
Each buttock was being worked over individually, and yet the massage was total, fully encompassing her entire little bottom, not even neglecting the sweet little separation of her asscheeks.
It went right down there. It wasn't afraid of anything, and neither was Lois by then. In fact, she spread her legs voluntarily wider, the better for the vibrator to reach the more of her, and reach it it did, with startlingly delightful results, as we shall see.
"Oh, don't. Not there," said Lois, as the purring warm thing kissed her pucked pink asshole.
"Hmm? Did you say something, dear?" said the melodious voice behind her.
"I said, don't. You shouldn't touch me with it there."
"Where? Here? Why ever not, luv?"
"Because ... because it's not ... it's not nice, that's why?"
"Oh? Doesn't it feel nice?"
"No," said Lois, squirming on the bed, but unable to muster up the strength to turn around and shake off that persistently buzzing, everlastingly tickling thing that kept pushing so gently and insistently at her asshole. "Least I don't think it does."
"Don't you know, dear? Don't you know if it feels nice?"
"Huh-uh," she said, weakly shaking her head, presenting more of her asshole by tilting her hips back as the buzzing continued there, deeper, sweeter.
"Oh, come, come, come, Lois. Surely you must know if it feels good for me to buzz your bottom, dear. If it doesn't feel good I'll just stop. Come, come, come. Answer me, and don't you dare fall asleep," said her dear friend, and took the vibrator away, the better for Lois to decide upon an answer.
She writhed her hips luxuriously against the bed, softly pushing her pudendum against it. She clutched at the covers and smiled, luxuriating in this respite from blissfully received attention, and when she'd thought it over carefully, thoroughly, she murmured, "Go on there. It feels good, Anita."
"At your service," said her friend's voice, seemingly farther away, but the return of the buzzer at her exposed butt hole, even though it was pressed harder there, assured her of the proximity of her dear, dear companion.
"Mm. Yes, it does feel nice," Lois murmured, cocking her hips up further, moving her legs apart and getting a portion of her weight on her knees. "Never knew anything could feel so nice."
"We've only just begun, luv," said her friend. "Can you feel it in your cunt, honey?"
Lois wrinkled her little nose and grinned. "How'd you know that, Anita?"
She put more of her weight on her knees, elevating her little fanny, rocking it back and forth in her entirely carefree joy. The weight of her torso was almost entirely on her breasts smashing them flat, making them feel ever so good, and that wonderful wonderful vibrator was moving all around against her blossoming asshole. It really felt like the blossom of a flower, some erotic tropical flower that was in full bloom, its petals turned outward and fantastically sensitive. The vibrations were being felt all the way up her spine, in her shoulders, in her brain, as she lay on her face on the bed, swaying her hips, rotating them in time with the movements of the vibrator.
"I feel it in my pussy, in my cunt," she said, "right here," she shamelessly confessed, and reached down and covered her firm little twat with her fingers, rubbed them up and down against her hidden clitoris and grinned more broadly yet as her hand and the vibrator sent hot shivers coursing everywhere in her.
Her clitoris wasn't hidden for long. It was only moments before her middle finger slipped into the prim little slit of her pussy, surprisingly and wonderfully wet and slick, and she could rub it directly, just as her dear, dear friend was encouraging her to do.
The beautiful woman was right there beside her, urging her on to do all those secret things that she longed to do. She was a miraculous woman, a magical one, able to lie on her side facing Lois, able to smoke a cigarette, and at the same time keep up the luxuriously sexy massage behind Lois' back.
"That's right, Lois, rub that little pussy and make it feel good," Anita told her through a cloud of smoke. "I can tell you really know how to play with yourself, you really know how to make yourself cum. D'you like to cum, Lois?"
"Mmmm-m-m-m. Love it," said the girl, getting her finger right on the quick of her clit, rubbing it rapidly, undecided which felt best, that or the vibrator that was now working right at the bottom of her seething slit, right close to her hole.
"Do you like to fuck, Lois?"
"Some day, some day. God, I feel so all over goo-o-o-od," she said, rocking her hips up and down, against her finger, and against the vibrator.
"Some day? Today's as good a day as any. How about a nice hard cock for that hot little pussy, eh?" said her friend, and stabbed out her cigarette and came closer to slip an arm about Lois' writhing waist, truly a beautiful sorceress to be in two places at the same time. "We'll just slip that cock right in you while we go on massaging you, making you feel good all over.
"No. Don't want to fuck yet. Not till I'm married." It was hard to talk, difficult to get a deep breath because she was panting so hard and difficult to construct a sentence because of all the wonderful sensations being given her, all at the same time.
Anita, the sorceress of sex, was reaching under her to fondle and massage her tingling titties, at the same time warming Lois' arm with her own soft breast. At the same time she was buzzing that vibrator which Lois had come to love all over her upturned bottom and against that exotic blossom that was her asshole, somehow simultaneously managing to give her a preview of how it would feel when she was married and being fucked.
Anita's magical mythical penis was sliding right inside the portals of her very wet, very hot, very tight little pussy. Clear as could be, despite the fine fever raging in her body, Lois could feel the knobby end of her future husband's penis moving in and out between her puffy wet lips, sliding in and out of her hole.
"How does it feel?" Anita asked.
"Feels fine, just fine," said Lois, while behind her her phantom husband echoed her comments with enthusiasm.
"Doesn't hurt?"
"M-m-m-m. Not a bit."
Anita looked up and nodded, and then there was a sharp little pain, but it only lasted for a moment and then the sliding friction became even better, deeper, more real than ever.
Lois was writhing in sweetest ecstasy on the bed, squirming her titties against the softness of Anita's moving hand and the lovely warm bedspread, knowing exactly what it was like to be fucked. The vibrator was still buzzing warmly away, but it felt quite different now. It felt exactly like a pair of strong hands kneading her asscheeks, pulling her hips back to meet each new, slow insertion of her future husband's penis in her vagina. It all combined to make Lois moan and pant, to writhe her body and rotate her hips on the bed, and to vow to somehow thank the magical Anita for all she'd done for her.
"How is it, Mike?"
"Tight! Terrific! Never thought I'd get to fuck old Lois."
"See if you can make it last, dear. Try to make it a really good one. Remember, this is her first time out."
"Oh, I can last a long time, I think. Are you digging it, Anita?"
"It's different. It's fun. Yes, I like."
"Me too. Oh, me too," said Lois, wondering now just how far Anita's magic extended, and if she could enjoy even more of it.
Tingling with marvelous feelings, all weak and warm and buttery, she still managed to hoist herself up on her elbows. Here she moaned anew, for Anita's hand could move over her breasts with greater freedom now, further heightening her already stratospheric pleasures. Her head lolled about, trying to focus on the headboard of the bed while the good feelings went on, getting better all the time. Something was going to happen inside her. She knew that and she wanted to be a part of it. She was long past the point of sexual satisfaction that she'd previously known in her life, far beyond the little sexual tingles that she'd enjoyed through the use of her fingers, and up to the brink of a true sexual happening of really great magnitude. It was all because of Anita, and she looked down at her lovely hand moving on her diminutive breasts, rubbing its way over her amazingly erect pink nipples, molding the firm whiteness of her mounds, then beyond that to whatever it was the vibrator was doing to her.
On her inner thighs she saw smears of red stuff, blood, and in between them she saw something that had to be testicles, moving steadily, in time with the lovely deep thrusts of the magic penis inside her tight-fitting cunt. They were funny looking things, those testicles, rather beautiful in an odd sort of way, and they seemed to belong there, right where they were, moving as they were.
"Magic. You're magic, Anita," she said.
"What, dear?" said the mistress of ceremonies of this tremendously real show.
"You're magic," Lois insisted. "You know, to make all this be happening to me. To make me feel as if I'm really being fucked."
She turned from the view of those lovely, moving balls to deliver this little speech to Anita's smiling face, close beside her, and the smile broadened and Anita said, "Mike, she thinks it's all a dream. Let's see if we can turn her sideways on the bed without your losing your place in her."
CHAPTER NINE
Mike moved clockwise, knees on the bed, hands on the girl's lightly freckled ass, cock still deep in her cunt, while Anita shifted the top part of her body until Lois was lying crosswise on the bed.
She was terrifically hot. Anita didn't know how much of that was due to the stimulant she'd given her, but she knew full well that the little freckled redhead had never been so aroused in her life. Her face was flushed, her hair tousled, her nipples hard as pebbles, and the juices of her cunt, tinged with the red of her hymen's blood, were fragrant in the room. She was moaning and thrashing, grunting and gyrating her trim little hips, trying to keep up with the deep, steady strokes of Mike, balls deep in her from behind, up on his knees and working over her ass with both his eager hands. Anita could see it all as she lay there playing with the girl's fascinating little titties, and blocking the girl's view of herself and the action on the bed with her nearly nude body.
"Come on and cum," she urged. "Just let yourself go and have yourself a big fat orgasm," she said.
"Oh, my. Oh, my goodness," the girl gasped, head rolling about on her neck, hair flying, ass bouncing and back arching. "I wish it was real. God, I almost wish it was real. Nng! Oh, NNG!"
Anita chose that moment to roll out of the way, to let the girl see herself in the mirrors on the dresser at the foot of the bed, face all contorted with heavy orgasmic pleasure, body all gyrating and sweating with the exertions of the zenith of pleasure, being vigorously fucked by a very recognizable young man.
For a moment the girl stopped, mouth gaping open, eyes big as saucers, all movement coming to a halt as it broke upon her what was happening to her. Her lovely little face twisted into a mask of pain, until a slow, wracking shiver passed all the way through her body, whereupon she was off and fucking again, panting "Do it to me fuck me I love it. Uh! Uh! Uh!"
"Oh God it's good, I don't care, I don't care," she moaned, tiny waist working up and down, looking as if it might break in two as she frantically bobbed her dappled white ass for the deep strokes of the lovely hard cock plunging in and out of her.
"She loves it, Mike. She just loves it. And she's cumming good and hard," Anita said. "Keep it up for as long as you can. Give her a good fucking, you delightful little fucker."
"Gotta cum pretty soon myself," he panted. "Jeezus, but she's tight!"
"Oh! OH! OH!!!" Lois screamed in crescendo, unable to take her eyes from the scene in the mirror, as the feelings mounted, as one orgasm after another broke over her fine little body, barely ripe enough for the initiation she was getting, but ripe enough.
"Yeah!" Mike grunted. "Here it comes! Can't hold back, just can't! Oh! OH, BABY!!!"
His ejaculation spurred Lois' body on to even more frenetic gyrations. It bucked and heaved, moving in every direction at once as the boy pumped hot streams of semen into her overflowing twat. His face was all screwed up, his eyes squinted shut, and his fingers digging deeper than ever into her firm little buttocks as he came, as if he feared that she might try to get away from the spurting impalement of his cock just now, when he needed her the most.
But far from that, Lois was cooperating fully, lunging backward at each new stroke of his cock, mouth wide open and squealing with joy, eyes opened to bare slits that were able to see in the mirror this first ejaculation in her body that followed immediately after her defloration.
"Whew!" said Mike, starting to slump away. "Whew, that was a good one. Always wanted to fuck her."
"More. Gotta have more!" Lois demanded, reaching back for his slippery cock sliding out of her, almost sobbing when it slipped right through her fingers.
She threw herself at Anita, embraced her, naked tit to naked tit, and pleaded, "More! I'm on fire down there! Anita, please!!! Make it happen again!"
"Great heavens, I've given you too much of that damned speed and booze. It shouldn't be doing this, but ... Where's that vibrator?"
"Anything, oh, anything!" said the girl, rolling over on her back, scratching hard at her burning twat with both hands.
"Don't hurt yourself, dear. I'll take care of you," said Anita. "Mike, help me. Hold her legs down. I'll have to sit on her."
The big redhead was concerned now, for the little one had all the symptoms of being on an overdose of an aphrodisiac. She knew well that amphetamine simply doesn't work that way, but nevertheless she had a girl on her hands who was terrifically overheated and she had to help her. She was crying out," NNNNG! NNG! NNG!" as she thrashed on the bed, and it really did take both of them to hold her down while Anita did the only thing that seemed apropos at the time, applied the rubber knob of the vibrator directly against her clitoris.
"Oh, God, that's it, that's it, right there!" she said, reaching up with her box to feel even more of it, grabbing at the bedspread with her outstretched arms and rocking her head back and forth in a delirium of pleasure. "Fuck me with it, fuck me all over at the same time."
"Never saw a person so hot," said Anita, as she moved the vibrator over her mound, eliciting moans of delight and spasms of deepest pleasure from the young body under her. "Mike, run get a towel and dry her off a bit. She's so wet that she's missing half the friction."
The moment he let go of her legs they spread farther, the knees went up and out, and with her feet planted flat on the mattress, she could push up harder still at the electric phallus working on her cunt. Anita could feel the girl's abdominal muscles tensing under her each time a new wave of orgasmic pleasure took over the little body under her. She could feel this very distinctly through the double thick crotch of the only garment she had on, the red satin panties.
"Ah-h-h-h-, wonderful," the girl moaned, as again her stomach muscles tensed hard against the moist softness of Anita's cunt, opened wide in the older female's squatting position on-top of the girl's body.
And now in her orgasmic frenzy she grabbed the back of Anita's panties with both hands, pulling them tight, breaking the elastic waistband, shuddering and shaking, hardly knowing what she was doing now, and certainly not caring.
Mike came back with the towel and wiped off the wide open crotch before him. With no need to hold her legs now that she was getting constant satisfaction and stimulation from the vibrator, he could sit between her feet and watch the action, rapt with it all. He could see Lois' bright pink pussy spasming over and over while the buzzer tickled her clit hard, and he could see the beautiful Anita's big tits swaying and jiggling as she concentrated on giving the girl all the pleasure she possibly could.
It was there in the mirror for Anita to see, too, and the more she looked, the more aroused she was becoming. Up till then it had all been a favor for Mike plus an interesting project for herself, but now that hot twat was wafting up a cloud of girlish perfume that was doing strange things to her, and those little hands scrabbling and clawing at her bottom were adding to her unexpected titillation.
"I can't breathe, ah, but it's so wonderful," Lois gasped.
At once Anita relieved her of a portion of her weight, lifting herself up on her knees until only her bulging red cunt was touching the girl's convulsing stomach.
"Better, dear?" she asked, always moving that vibrator, right where it was doing the most good.
"Oh, it's happening again!" the girl cried out, and now her short fingernails dug into the thin fabric of Anita's panties, shredding the seat of them, baring the big white moons of her buttocks as the umpteenth orgasm of the afternoon broke like a thunderclap on a hot August day.
"Again! Keep on going, darling!" Anita urged, and began using her finger in the girl's hole in addition to the vibrator on her clit.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she jubilantly moaned. "Never going to stop," she babbled, ripping away at Anita's panties in her wonderful sexual hysteria until all that was left of them were the front panel and the elastic legholes.
Anita could hardly catch her breath. Impulsively and yet very deliberately she lifted her bottom higher and moved it backward, higher on the girl's body, until she could kiss the small, moving titties with that increasingly hungry mouth that was down between her big legs. In the mirror she could see the girl's face, gone slack now, except for her tongue. It was licking her lips very sensuously as she held onto Anita's big hips with both little hands, as she basked in the pure sensation of orgasm. Anita moved on until that pretty, freckled face was obscured by her big white bottom, then snuggled her hot cunt down on her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus. Being licked off by a fifteen-year-old chick," she said. "It's almost too much."
But really, it wasn't quite enough, for there before her was a fifteen-year-old cunt, still tainted with virgin blood, just waiting to be eaten. Anita buried her mouth in it and ate.
Sixty-nine with a child? Anita had done that many times, but never before with a girl-child. She rolled them over on their sides, sucking and licking hard and well, squirming her cunt around until her clit was positioned exactly between the girl's sucking lips, and then she began to cum, hard.
"MMMF! MMMMMF! MM-M-M-M-MFF!!!"
Mike couldn't tell who was making the sounds, but it seemed to be coming from both of them as they rolled about on the bed, locked in each other's arms, legs wrapped around each other's heads, belly to tit and tit to belly. He'd heard stories about women making it together, stories he'd largely scoffed at. But now, seeing it happen before his very eyes, he found he was unaccountably aroused by it, and he entered into it.
Why not? Anita had told him more than once that in sex, anything goes. He went. He went and laid his hands on the pair of orgasming females, threw his arms around them and felt of their soft, feverish flesh, rolled with them on the bed and let their heat be transferred to his cock, making it hard and hot and hungry once again.
Anita was aware of his presence, even welcomed it, and so did little Lois. She no longer cared at all what happened to her, just as long as it kept on happening. She could feel his prick pushing at her side, at her back, pushing its way between her body and the woman's, and she kept right on sucking that delicious sex flesh until she felt the cock touch her face, and then she turned her head and sucked it in.
"Wow," said Anita, rolling away from the strong little arms and legs that had bound her. "That was really something. Well, I wanted something new, and ... Oh, how fine. Children, you're getting ahead of teacher," she said, and scooted closer to the boy kneeling on the bed, and the girl on her side, lavishly sucking his cock while she rubbed steadily at her red haired little cunt.
"Is she good, Mike?" Anita asked. "Is she as good at sucking cock as I am?"
"She's rough," he said, moving his cock in and out of the girl's young pink lips. "She bites, but she's good, it feels good."
The vibrator was right there. Lois was doing a pretty fair job on herself with her fingers, so Anita picked up the device and applied its soft rubber cup to Mike's bottom.
"Oh, yeah," he said, parting his knees as much as he could, baring that sensitive asshole of his for a direct kiss from the wonderful machine.
"Mmmmm. MM-m-m-m," Lois was saying, brows deeply knit in her concentration, freckled cheeks sunken in with her suction on the lovely hard thing which had already given her so much pleasure.
It was a delight to have it in her mouth. She'd heard the word, cocksucker, and she'd seen it scrawled on sidewalks and fences. Each time she'd seen it her face had flushed and a sense of indignance had swelled in her. The very idea of taking a penis in her mouth and sucking on it had been an affront to her, something that only queers, perverts did to each other, but at the same time she'd always wondered just why they did it and what the attraction was. She'd mused on this problem quite a lot and she'd come to the conclusion that the cocksucker only did it for the depraved pleasure of the cocksuckee. She'd decided that in the vast majority of cocksucking cases, the cocksucker was undoubtedly forced into the degrading act through force or blackmail or through the payment of money. Now she knew she'd been wrong, that all her speculations about cocksucking had been in error.
It was the cocksucker who derived most of the pleasure from this act. A cock in a person's mouth was the most natural thing in the world, for it had a marvelous, exciting flavor and it had an accompanying texture that was truly divine. The flavor was delicate yet strong, meaty and yet flowery at the same time, a flavor to be savored at length, just as the diners in a gourmet restaurant spend a long time in savoring a mouthful of carefully prepared French food. The texture competed with the flavor for Lois' reeling sensual appreciation. It was very velvety, very smooth and warm throughout its curves and convolutions. The knob of it fit in her mouth just perfectly, as if it had been designed exclusively for that orifice of her body, as if it had been created expressly for the flexibility of her tongue. The ridge that encircled the cock just under the knob had of course been designed for her lips, so that they wouldn't allow the lovely thing to inadvertently slip out while she was curling her tongue all over the end of it. The little vertical eye in the center of the sweetly shaped knob was there for the tip of her tongue to delve into and dip up more of the spicy rich flavor that was being constantly renewed for her. All in all, it was clear to Lois now that a primary purpose for cock and mouth was to get together, and the only sad part of it was that once a cock was in her mouth, it couldn't be in her cunt at the same time.
"Mm-HM! MM-HM!" she managed to murmur around the cock, for now she felt a mouth on her cunt, sucking it and kissing it, just when she needed it most. There was a finger in her hole at the same time, and she found it very pleasing and comfortable to move her hips in a manner that simultaneously rubbed the portals of her cunt against the finger and kept altering the position of her clit in between the nicely sucking lips. Still lying on her side, she lifted her left leg, scissors fashion, opening her crotch still wider for the loving mouth whose owner had to be Anita, unless she'd magically produced some other cuntlicker for her, and gripped the shaft of the cock in her mouth very hard as the lovely shudders and shivers of a fresh new orgasm coursed and rippled through her splendidly alive young body.
"Jesus," said Anita, rising from between the girl's legs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Am I turning gay or something? I didn't mean to do that. All I got out of it was a tongueful of pussy juice, but it was good, it was exciting. Christ, I almost came myself."
"What did you say?" said Mike, on his side now too, panting and licking his lips as the neophyte avidly sucked his cock and resumed the rubbing of her pussy.
"Nothing," said Anita, still dazed from the impulse that had taken control of her and made her engage in unrequested cunnilingus. "Pay no attention to what I do. Just have a good time yourself," she told him, and picked up the vibrator to alternate it between his asshole and Lois' fuckhole.
She was musing about herself, wondering what kind of woman she was. She was speculating that her attraction to smooth-skinned young boys might be a manifestation of some inner lesbianism that she'd been hitherto unaware of. She was so deep in her introspection that she gave Mike too much of the vibrator, and between that and Lois' hungry mouth, he began to cum.
"OH, JEEZUS! DOESP IT AGAIN. OH! OH! OH, IT'S SO GOO-O-O-O-O-OOOOOOD!"
He writhed in sweet agony, and as he did, his cock came out of Lois' sucking mouth, her lips slipped off the convenient ridge around the knob and smacked off the end of it just as it began to squirt.
"GIMME! GIMME!" she cried, pulling at its hard shaft with her hand while the boy's hips bucked and his balls emptied, shooting hot semen against her freckled face.
It squirted and jetted against her eyes and in her hair, on her cheeks and nose, spurted against her lips, all open and hungry for more, and against the tongue that she had out, waiting, grabbing for the heavenly tasting stuff that was squirting all over her lovely little dappled face in heavy, stringy gobs.
"More, more, more," she said, neglecting her pussy now as she grabbed his cock with both hands and managed to get it back inside her mouth to suck up the remnants of his terrifically copious cum. Her eyes were plastered with it and it was in her nostrils, so she could smell its very male scent as she lapped up the last oozings of that sweet little mouth in the head of his cock and swallowed them down. She didn't lose her oral grip on his organ as he turned about on the bed and placed his face between her legs, sucking sweetly on her twat, returning at least a portion of the huge pleasure she'd given to him.
Anita just sat and watched, shaking her head, the vibrator in her lap as her only companion as the two youngsters engaged in mutual oral sex with complete unconcern and with obvious pleasure. They looked so very beautiful together that she felt like shedding a tear. Their bodies were both smooth and young, just starting out into the world of maturity. Certainly her own body was a voluptuously lovely thing, and she was proud of it and proud to have it admired, especially by the young boys that she'd been seducing over the past few years. Hers was a perfect body on the outside, but within it was flawed, badly flawed, for now that she'd gotten a taste of a nubile young innocent girl, she could see her future clearly before her, and what she saw she didn't like.
Just as it had been with the boys after she'd first seduced one, so would it go with the girls she now craved, but the results would be far different. She'd introduced some forty or more boys into the pleasures of sex since she'd divorced her husband, but that had been normal, heterosexual sex, an experience that would guide the boys she'd known into many more good experiences as they grew into men. The girls she would in the future lure into her bed and into her arms, however, would be in store for a different sort of life. She could see it clear as day. First there would be pleasure with her-and there was no denying that there was a great deal of pleasure involved in the lesbian embraces she'd known-and then there would be a craving for more of that same pleasure after she was gone. The girls she'd seduced would in turn seduce their little girl friends, introducing them to homosexual sex, and Anita was well aware of the importance of that first sexual experience. It shaped a youngster's life, it was the basis for most of his-or her-future sexual experiences, and it only followed that unless she could curb what seemed like a very large appetite for innocent young girls, she would be giving birth to any number of lesbians. A tear spilled down her cheek as she looked into Lois Gallagher's future-another wild sex session with Anita before she left the hotel, for already Anita was hungering for her little body, and then a period of loneliness and doubt while the girl's hunger for more sex grew. Some experiments with boys, perhaps, but nothing so exciting as what she would remember about Anita's arms, Anita's mouth, Anita's pussy, and then the next step into Lesbianism, the seduction of one of her unsuspecting little friends. From there Lois would take to seducing guests at the hotel until she was caught at it and discharged ignominiously. Her parents would find out about it and beat her, but still her appetite for members of her own sex would be undiminished. Next would come a psychiatrist, and after countless dollars spent for countless hours on his couch, the Lesbianism that Anita had started would still be smoldering inside of the attractive young redheaded woman. It might be dormant, but it would still be there. Anita knew enough about psychology to be aware of that.
One fine day when Lois was least expecting it, her Lesbianism would burst out in full blossom, and she'd enter into a period of seducing young girls at every opportunity. She'd lure them into her experienced arms, shower them with affection until she got them to a point where they would spread their legs for her very able tongue. Next would come the reverse of that, with the girls being slowly but surely lured into returning the favor, and once they'd tasted pussy, they'd be gone, lost forever. Lois wouldn't be satisfied with that, however. Oh, no. She'd be a hard-bitten dyke by then, equipped with a cruel black dildo which she'd use to deflower the girls, making them into slaves forever, making them unable to forget her long after Lois had left them to look for some newer, younger, even more innocent girl to destroy. It would go on, following the same sordid pattern, until Lois lost her looks to the ravages of time, lost her figure to the eager maulings of countless young girls, and she'd wind up a sodden old wreck who hung around the sleazy Lesbian bars in some big, smoggy city, swapping tales of conquest with the other worn-out old dykes, swilling beer and shooting pool, hoping for one more tender young chick to fall into her clutches, but settling for some fat, fortyish bull dyke with tattoos on her arms, a wretch very much like Lois by then, with whom she could stagger to some rank hotel and try to relive her sordid past.
All these thoughts and more passed quickly through Anita's head as the young couple lay in the position for sixty-nine, getting all they could of the last sweet dregs of what had started out as a sexual lark and what had now turned into a lifetime of tragedy for at least one of the three occupants of the room. The youngsters looked absolutely beautiful lying there in each other's arms. They had their entire futures stretched out before them, the vine covered cottage, the fat laughing babies, the careers, the rewards, the golden years, and Anita might have ruined all that for the poor, dear girl already.
She might have ruined it for Mike, too. The boy might already be so deeply in love with little Lois that he could never forget her. That was frequently the case with a boy's first virgin. He might well be dragged down with Lois, following after her, trying to save her from herself as she sank lower and lower into the pit of sexual depravity. He'd stick with her through her psychiatric treatment. He'd weep, but he'd stay on with hope in his heart as she backslid into Lesbianism and renewed her seduction of members of her own sex. He'd follow her, still vainly hoping, as she began to frequent Lesbian bars, where he'd have a drink or two, then drink more and more, then eventually allow himself to be seduced, then turn into the same sick thing as Lois was, seducing innocent young boys and never getting his fill of them. Anita felt as if she'd infected both of them with sexual cancer, and that the cancer was as virulently infectious as typhoid fever.
Now the two teenagers rolled away from each other, sighing. Mike said, "Hey, that was really nifty."
"Gracious, it sure was," said Lois, licking her lips, wiping at the cum on her pretty face, then licking her fingers.
Anita wiped the tears from her cheeks and said, "Did you both have enough?"
"I'll say," said Mike, "at least for now."
"Me too," said Lois, hugging herself and smiling.
"Are you sure, dear?" Anita asked, and turned on the vibrator and moved it in circles on the girl's flat little tummy.
"I'd love to do it all again, right from the start, but gee, I'm sort of tired now."
Lois widened the moving circle of the vibrator and said, "Well, this will help you relax now. The start was good, wasn't it? I mean, when it was just the two of us having fun."
"It was all good, every bit of it," said the poor dear innocent girl.
"But some parts of it were better than others," said Anita, moving closer to the supine girl, moving the head of the vibrator closer to her cunning red-furred mound. "What did you like best?"
"All of it. Just all of it," said Lois, stretching luxuriously and smiling dreamily.
Writing her name on Lois' thighs with the vibrator, Anita said, "you are so very beautiful. If I were a man, I could fall in love with you. Darling, I'm so glad I could show you how to have fun. But you know," she said, and grazed the girl's clit with the vibrator, "there are even better times to be had while I'm here."
"Groovy!" said Mike, and sat up. "How much longer are you going to stay, Anita?"
"Not much longer," she curtly said, "and you're about to leave right now."
"I am?"
"You are. Get dressed, get yourself downstairs, and don't come back till you've gotten us a candle, a big fat one, at least nine inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. Preferably black."
"Aw gee, where am I gonna find something like n....
"I don't care where you find it, but find it!" she snapped, and he was up off the bed to put on his clothes, quickly but sullenly.
Still toying with the vibrator on and around Lois' charming little pubic mound, Anita glared at her former protege until he left the room, then turned a radiant smile on the girl, noting with satisfaction that while she still looked relaxed, the soft glow of renewing sexual desire was shining in her eyes and giving her cheeks a rosy hue, and that she was moving her body slightly but sensuously on the bed.
"Feeling better, darling, now that we're alone?" Anita asked.
"I feel okay. What are you going to do with a candle?"
"Oh, you'll see. And you'll like it. Does the buzzer feel nice? Where do you like it best, on these perfectly adorable little breasts or on this delectable little pussy of yours?"
"Mmmmm. Feels good all over. Y'know, I always thought Mike was such a yechhy guy, but he's really sorta nice."
"Who, Mike?" said Anita, and scornfully laughed. "He's just like all the rest, just a man in miniature who wants nothing but this gorgeous little pussy of yours. They all talk big, they all say how they can satisfy you, but all they're after is their own satisfaction. A man's cock just can't last, but other things can," said Anita, and slipped the point of her tongue within the girl's little slit.
"He sure did satisfy me," she said.
"Oh, poo," said Anita, rising from her beautiful little twat and pecking her on the lips, urging a tiny freckled hand to her big tit, fondling Lois' smaller one, and all the while buzzing her clit with the vibrator. "All he's got is a hard thing between his legs, and it doesn't even stay hard long."
"His cum sure tasted good," said Lois, licking her pretty lips.
"Pussy tastes better by far. Say, how about another drink and one more muscle relaxant pill, you angel?"
"I feel just groovy right now."
"But I want you to feel even better. Better and better and better!" said Anita, unable to restrain herself from embracing the child, kissing her wildly, passionately, everywhere on her fantastically desirable and almost totally innocent body. "Oh, my darling," Anita gushed through her kisses, "I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life, I'm going to make a real woman out of you, we'll do everything together, just the three of us, we'll be so happy while it lasts!"
"Th-the three of us?" Lois asked through the hail of hot kisses.
"Will a black one be satisfactory, Ms. Hardin?" said a resonant voice behind her, and Anita whirled on the bed to see Mr. Marcus and young Mike standing in her open doorway, with the mustachioed desk clerk holding a candle before his loins that was jet black, more than an inch and a half in diameter, and a good eighteen inches long, a large enough candle to fit in both Anita's and Lois' pussies at once, the perfect tool for a late-blooming bull dyke like herself.
CHAPTER TEN
Anita was up off the bed in a trice. "Give me that!" she said, holding out her hand for the candle as she strode naked across the room, bare tits quivering with every step, holding up the shreds of panties as she went. "How dare you come into my room without knocking!"
Marcus held the candle behind his back at her approach, and Mike shut the door. Anita stamped her foot and repeated her demand, but Marcus just strolled past her toward the bed. "Hi, there, Lois," he said. "Having a nice time after your hard morning's work?"
"Y-Yes, sir," she said, sitting up, trying to cover her little breasts with her hands, legs together now. She looked hatefully at him as he strolled toward the bed, biting her Up and blinking her eyes.
"Get away from me!" Anita snapped at Mike as he tried to embrace her. She stalked after David Marcus, saying, "Give me our candle and get out! We don't need you here, do we, Lois?"
He swung his arm back, candle in hand, and struck Anita a sharp blow in the pit of her stomach with his elbow in the same motion. It caught her just right, doubled her up, and she was gasping for breath as he said to the girl, "I think I've got more of what you two need, Lois. Right here."
"Oh, golly! I didn't know they came in different sizes!" Lois enthusiastically said, up on her knees on the bed now and scooting closer to Marcus while Anita still struggled to get a breath of air.
Marcus had taken his cock out. It drooped thickly out of the front of his pants, a dark, long thing marked with ropy veins, bare of its foreskin, with the big red bulb of its snout only partially swollen at this point.
"Such a big one!" Lois exclaimed, all else forgotten as she took it in her two little hands and lifted it almost reverently, turned it this way and that to inspect it, pursing her pretty lips with her delight as it grew still larger under her trembling touch.
It was standing straight out from his body by then, and he smoothed his hand over the cooing girl's head as she delightedly examined it, lifting and turning it in her little hands. With his other hand he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, and at this, Lois gasped and fell back with her little bee-bee buttocks on her heels.
"Gosh, they're just huge!" she said. "Are they all full of that good stuff, that cum?"
"Yes, and you can have all you want of it, honey. There's always more where it came from," he said, winking over his shoulder at Anita, straightened up but still gasping now, and drawing Lois closer to his jutting cock.
"I don't even know if I can get it in my mouth," said the girl, but she managed to do it.
Her mouth was wide open and her lips pursed forward, her cheeks sunken in and her eyes closed as she sucked on this, the second cock she'd seen in her life. She looked ecstatically happy. Anita, however, was confident that she'd be able to make the girl a great deal happier as soon as she could get rid of these two intrusive males. She pushed the persistent Mike away and picked up the candle. Let Marcus have his way with Lois, let him use his big, ugly cock on her, Anita thought, and once he was done she'd take over and completely spoil her for men with the long, thick, smooth thing in her hands.
"Baby, that's enough. You've got me all primed," said Marcus, drawing his hips back, and slipping the big knob of his cock from between the teenaged girl's pristine lips. "Let's get right on to the real thing."
"Oh, my," she said, and tumbled backward to lie on her back. "I don't know if I can take all that. Anita, should I even try?"
"Why ask her?" Marcus asked, as he knelt on the bed between the girl's legs and, cock in hand, slid that great ruddy knob up and down through the girl's pathetically small-looking slit.
"She's sort of been taking care of me. Real good care of me so far," said the girl, knees up and out, hands tremulously held against Marcus' broad, hairy shoulders.
"Go ahead, if you want," said Anita, and stifled a yawn. "It'll be interesting for you if nothing else."
She had to push Mike away again. He'd stripped off his clothes and pushed his bare cock against Anita's naked flank, and now she found his presence and his cock to be insufferable. That little girl on the bed was what she wanted, that little girl with the prim pink lips between her legs, lips now being forced apart by a cock that Anita would soon make Lois forget all about. It was a big thing, but it was ugly, just like the rest of the man. It was knobby and gnarled, looked rough and crude, just as he did with his hairy chest and bulging muscles. Lois didn't see his chest and muscles. Her wide eyes were riveted on that big piece of gristle that was pushing in at her little hole, drawing back more wet than before, then pushing at her again. Marcus spoke to her in soft, soothing tones, calming her, reassuring her, hiding his masculine eagerness in a manner that Anita had to grudgingly admire, but she knew very well that he was just another male pig, just like Mike, just like the husband she'd left behind, only interested in slipping his nuts and then going blithely off in search of other male pastimes. Fondling the candle in her hands, she wished he'd hurry up and get it over with.
"Hurt you at all, Lois?" he asked, with several inches of the big thing in her, seemingly splitting her little red twat.
"A little, but don't stop! Even the hurt feels good."
He laughed softly and said, "The hurt will quit. You'll forget all about that. Mmmm, you're tight, but it's going in, it's going in. Forgive me for making you work so hard this morning?"
"Ah-h-h-h-h. Ahhh-h-h-h-h," she said, in very forgiving tones, shivering and writhing on the bed, reaching out with her hands for him as he eased his cock still deeper into her tiny body. Eyes closed, blissful expression on her face, she said, "Is it all in yet? Is it, Mr. Marcus?"
"'Fraid not," he said, hands on her narrow waist, half his cock sunk into her.
"Good!" she said, and wriggled her hips forward and upward, reaching for more.
She got what she wanted. While Anita watched in disgust, Marcus wriggled his hips and sunk the rest of his big organ into the little girl's twat. It seemed impossible, but he did it. Almost balls deep, his huge organ made her wince and give a start, but that passed at once and her feet went around his waist, ankles locked, and drew him in the rest of the way.
He began to fuck her in earnest then. He placed very little of his weight on her body and he murmured softly and continuously in her ear as he slid that great big thing in and out of her little body, all flushed and rosy, wriggling and pushing back at him. There was a breathless smile on her lips, her eyeslashes were fluttering, and her little cunt was squelching wetly as it took his big cock in it time and again, over and over, faster and faster.
He grinned and said something else to her and she began to giggle. It was a girlish, happy giggle, but it only lasted for a few moments before a look of wonderful surprise came over her pretty face and the flush on it deepened.
"Oh! Oh, I can feel it gushing into me!" she said, her entire little body going into beautifully rhythmic motion now. "OH! OH, CAN I EVER FEEL IT!!! MR. MARCUS, MR. MA ... OH! OH, MAKE IT HAPPEN, MAKE IT CUM-M-M-M-M CUM-M-M-M-M-M-M!!!"
Sweat broke out on his muscular back as he began to really throw the blocks to her. Her legs fell back from about him, her feet found support on the bed, and she pushed back at him for all she was worth, squealing and gasping as the big thing pistoned in and out of her. Once in his excitement it slipped all the way out, and as it did a thick white geyser of cum spurted up onto her smooth, quivering belly, but at once his cock found its way back inside her and there it stayed until his plunges diminished to slow movings and she lay there in a smiling swoon. It took him a long, slow time to take his prick out of her, and when it had fully emerged, it looked as big and hard as ever. He helped keep it that way with his hand as he got to his feet beside the bed.
"Gosh, Mr. Marcus," Mike exclaimed. "She's passed out."
"Brute," said Anita. "You should be ashamed of yourself, using a big thing like that on a little girl like her."
"I'm all right," Lois murmured. "Just gotta rest for a few minutes. Whew, that was really fucking."
"Mike," said Marcus, "see what you can do to make Lois more comfortable. Anita, how would you like some real fucking?"
"I'd like it if you'd both leave, so I can help poor Lois recover from her ordeal."
"With this?" said Marcus, and touched the candle in her hands.
"None of your business. Just get out of here, you."
He laughed and wrenched it out of her grip, and when she cursed him and reached for it, he caught her wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back. She shrieked in pain as he forced her down on her knees on the floor, and when young Mike expressed his concern for Anita, Marcus said, "She's only play-acting, Mike. Some women like to be raped, and this is one of them."
"I'll sue!" Anita cried, on her knees and one hand now, shoulder seared with pain, feeling him behind her, pushing, pushing at her cunt with his great, hard cock. "I'll have you arrested!" she yelled, as his enormous big cock pushed inexorably into her twat, no matter how she tried to twist and turn away from it.
She began to weep, and through her sobs she said, "Stop. Take it out and I'll pay you. I swore I'd never let a grown man put his cock in me again and I'll pay you to stop it now. Please! PLEASE! DAVID! DAVID, WHAT'RE YOU DOING?"
She twisted and turned, trying vainly to see. He'd let go of her arm, but still she was nearly helpless because of his weight on her and because of that huge thing, motionless in her cunt, but so deep and stretching in her that it had her half paralyzed. She could turn far enough to see Mike and Lois naked on the bed, unconcernedly necking, but she was unable to see how Marcus was performing the impossible behind her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
His cock was already just as deep as it could be in her cunt, and yet it was being pushed deeper still. This, however, could be tolerated; it was that same cock's entry into her anus that Anita couldn't bear. Was he some sort of a devil, equipped with two cocks? Panicked and in pain, Anita couldn't answer her own question at the moment, as with a hard push from behind, her anus was being raped as well as her vagina.
"don't! PLEASE, YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she cried, hardly able to move at all now, partly from fear of damaging her internals, partly because of the feeling of paralysis brought on by the double intrusion of those two huge cocks in her body.
"You'll survive," said Marcus, easing himself deeper in her, reaching under her to heft her dangling breasts. "If you expected little Lois to take that big candle in her cunt, you should expect to handle it pretty well yourself. And as for me, I'm being considerate, I'm letting you keep your vow, I'm fucking you in the ass, not the cunt."
"You bastard! You fiend!" she wailed, as together the candle and the cock in her were withdrawn, then shoved back inside her.
He laughed and did it again, squeezing her tits, kissing her back, doing with her whatever he chose to do. The candle in her cunt was uncomfortable, the cock in her butt was painful, and they were both moving together. In the mirror, Anita could see how this was being done. David Marcus' big balls were straddling the candle he'd stuck in her cunt, so that each time he moved his cock in her anus, the candle was moved too. It stuck back through his legs as he knelt there on the floor behind her, with his naked, hairy loins up against her creamy, upturned ass, fucking her at his leisure, certain to kill her with his twin cocks before he was done with her, while the youngsters on the bed blithely necked and giggled, completely unconcerned about the torture taking place on the hotel room floor.
Anita's asshole began to itch. It was stretched to the ripping point, and now it began to itch. She managed to shift the position of her spine a bit, and this helped, it brought some friction and alleviation to that minor irritation in her world of humiliation and pain. The alleviation of that itch, something she'd accomplished all by herself, felt so good that Anita wanted to weep, a sad state of affairs indeed for a woman who had lived for the pleasures of the body and nothing else for the past four years. The itch returned to a new spot on her anus, and now she smiled grimly as she shifted her hips just a fraction of an inch, just enough to ease the itch away while not so much that she caused herself any more pain in cunt or asshole.
"How're you doing, Anita?" the sadist's voice breathed in her ear.
"Terribly, thank you."
"At least you stopped screaming. I'm commencing to feel pretty good. How about you?"
"I feel like throwing up. You'll feel like leaving the country before I get done with you."
He laughed and straightened up on his knees, took firm hold of her lovely white buttocks with his hands, and gave her a series of deep, double strokes that made her bite her lip to keep from crying out and clutch at the rug to keep from losing her mind.
He leaned forward against her again, kissing and feeling her. Now there were two itchy places between his hard cock and her stretched anus, and it took an extra wiggle of her bottom to ease away the irritation so she could bask in the glow of accomplishment, limited though it was. She crouched there on all fours with her bottom tilted to one side, licking her lips and grimly smiling, while his slowly moving cock scratched her itch.
Another itch started up, this one in her pussy, and this one was even easier to alleviate by moving slightly against the slowly moving candle, but that little irritation was no sooner gone when two more flare-ups occurred in her asshole.
She moved to ease away the double irritation, and Marcus said, "Starting to get with it, eh?"
"I'll never get with you, bastard."
"Not with me, but with the fucking. You're starting to move, starting to dig it. Good."
"Absurd," she said, and became stock still, up on her hands and knees, ignoring his hands on her dangling breasts, ignoring those two big things stuck inside her bottom holes, and not even thinking about the little itches that buzzed and tickled around her asshole and her cunt.
They were immaterial. She could stand them even more easily than she'd stood the pain of a nearly dislocated shoulder. The itches were of no more significance than the buzzing of a pesky fly or two, except of course that there were quite a few little itches by then.
Cock and candle were easing some of them, but the trouble was they were starting new ones at the same time. The new ones were in both of her holes, starting up regardless of the fact that she was getting wetter, her body was exuding lubricants to prevent permanent damage during her double rape. By contracting her anal sphincter-ever so slightly, so Marcus wouldn't notice it-she found she could get relief from some of the itch. Her cunt could be contracted hard, for the candle couldn't feel its vaginal muscles working, and could bring her quite a great deal of relief. Having discovered these things, Anita's smile returned as she crouched there on hands and knees, practicing the contractions of her two nether orifices, enjoying her accomplishments to the utmost.
"Oh, yeah," he murmured. "You really know how to work that cunt, baby."
"Itches," she explained. "Itches bad."
"It itches good, in both holes. Squeeze a little harder with your butthole, Anita. Milk me just a bit more."
Her eyes snapped open and she tried to hit him with her elbow. "If you think I'm doing that for you, you're insane. I have an itch and it's the only way to scratch it, and...."
"Maybe I can help," he said, and with a wriggling sideways movement of his hips, he eased away all the pesky little itches at once, sliding his two-pronged tool into her with such exacting precision that Anita's eyelids fluttered closed and she smiled winsomely at her deliverance from irritation.
He stopped to ask if she was feeling better, and she nodded her lovely auburn head and began to rock back and forth on her hands and knees, for the itches had already returned and had to be relieved with the tools at hand.
"Looks like I did a little good," he said.
"Mm-hm," she replied, rocking slowly, effectively, in time with his slow strokes from behind, making the itches go away, and simultaneously creating new ones.
It was a wonderful process, she thought, creation and destruction all at the same time. In a way it was like life itself. Her body was the earth, the itches were the inhabitants of that earth, coming and going from it at the whim of some great heavenly prick over which they had no control. Her philosophical thoughts expanded further. Her body was the universe, that area between her legs, all seething with life and bustling with activity, was the planet earth. It proved the importance of humanity, for everything that happened on earth could be felt elsewhere in the universe. The universe swayed, and the earth felt it. Great itches were born and faded away, replaced by two new itches, and this change was felt in her Venus-like tits and in the blazing sun that was her brain. If a great cataclysm occurred on earth, one that wiped out thousands, then thousands more sprang up to take their places. Marvelous! She's solved the secrets of the universe, right there in a hotel room, and she felt marvelous about it!
"Gosh dog, she's really going," said a male voice, and Anita brushed aside the auburn veil of her hair to look at Mike and Lois, smiling respectfully down at her from atop the bed.
It occurred to her that she didn't look at all dignified. She was rocking back and forth too fast for that. Her movements were causing her big pendant tits to swing wildly and widely, and Marcus' hands weren't there to slow them a bit. His hands were on her ass, fingers digging in, pulling and pushing to help her slam those two lovely cocks, the treasures of the universe, inside her body. She was sweating copiously, cumming constantly, her hair was badly bedraggled, and she had to explain about her fallen dignity.
"It's the ... uh! uh! uh! ... universe," she explained. "Down there ... ooo-o-o-o, OOOOO-O-O-O ... is Earth, between my ... ahhhhh-h-h-h ... legs. A lotta people ... MMM! ... a lotta people getting fucked ... uh! uh! uh! ... getting killed, lots more replacing 'em, Oh, God, never thought I could cum this much! Tits are planets, brain's the ... OH, YES! ... brain's the sun, and those two great big beautiful fucking cocks in me are what makes it all happen what makes the universe exist so sock it to me FUCK ME FOREVER-R-R-R-R!!!"
The children looked at her in wonder. She'd flipped out, and they were fascinated. Down on all fours, she was more like a bucking bronco than a fucking woman. Her back was arching mightily, curving upward, then snapping down again as she worked her holes against those two big cocks in her. She was rocking far forward on her hands and knees, then reeling-back to slap her glowing white buttocks hard against Mr. Marcus' hairy loins. At the same time she was swinging her hips from side to side and wriggling them madly, making the very most of everything she had. Her face couldn't be seen. It was obscured by the thick veil of auburn hair that had fallen down around it, so they could only imagine the expression of insane pleasure that went along with the snorts and moans, the grunts and the laughter as climax after climax ripped through her lush body, all blending into one until Mr. Marcus suddenly withdrew both phalluses and threw the candle into a corner of the room.
"FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!!!" she screamed, rolling over on her back, holding her dripping twat with both hands, fucking up at them with great archings of her body.
"That's what I'm here for," said Marcus, and ripped away her clawing hands, fixed one of them around the thick shaft of his glistening cock, and let the big knob of it be pulled into the portals of her very open cunt.
"OH! OH! YES!!!" she shouted, pounding the floor with her fists and her heels, while he took good purchase on the rug with his toes and dug his cock into her time and again.
Some of the head of it could be seen as he withdrew it, and then the entire long length of it disappeared in a flash. His black hair merged with her auburn hair, kissed intimately and quickly, and then the massive organ was withdrawn, ready for another plunge to the depths of her cunt.
"EEEEK! EEEEE-E-E-E-E-EK!!!! MORE! CUM!" she cried, at the top of her lungs, and he gave her all he had, sweating and gritting his teeth, but smiling broadly and looking at her insanely active body with lust in his eyes.
"Here it cums," he muttered, and though his words were nearly lost to the children in Anita's torrent of outcries, she heard him, heard him or felt him, for her legs went up and her arms reached out, both embracing him at once, and a look of beatific splendor altered her features into the loveliest of countenances as his balls worked-convulsively and he gushed his seed deep, deep in her spasming body.
They lay there sighing, gasping, and Lois looked at Mike and said, "Gee, I've got a long way to go before I can fuck like that."
He nodded. "It takes practice and conditioning, just like baseball or football."
"What a good comparison. You're so smart," she said. "What do you think is most important, Mike? Practice or conditioning?"
He thought and said, "Probably practice, but with practice comes the good conditioning, so both work out together."
She shook her head in admiration. "And what part does the natural born talent have in it, Mike?"
"Well, if you're not talented, you just don't do it."
"Think I have some talent?" she hopefully asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think you do."
"I think you do too, although I've only really seen you in one practice session."
"Sure you're not too tired?"
"I feel great!"
"Then let's go!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Anita Hardin walked slowly around the little lake that was next to the hotel, looking beautiful and looking sad, both at the same time. It was night, and the reflection of the moon was shimmering on the dark, placid water. The faintest of warm summery breezes caused the pines and cedars beside the path to whisper, while overhead the stars shone silently and brightly. She'd seen stars that afternoon at the end of the dynamic and torrid sex session, stars that had seemed every bit as real as those above her. She'd experienced something she'd never before known in her life, something so awesome that it had scared her, and it still did. Now, as music from the hotel band lilted across the water and the faint sounds of laughter could be heard from the hotel, she was walking alone, contemplating her past, looking into her future.
She had on flat slippers and a long dark skirt whose heavy lines concealed the voluptuous curves of her hips and buttocks and legs. Round her shapely shoulders was a white shawl which she held bunched before her bounteous bosom. Her face was only lightly painted with make-up, and in her ' pensive mood she looked pale, almost ethereal. Her hair was pulled back in a knot on the back of her head, fixed in the fashion she'd always laughingly referred to as the librarian coiffeur, a hairdo she seldom wore.
The path was made of well-packed earth, and she moved silently on it. She felt she was at a crossroad of her life, but there was no crossroad on the path, it simply led her on, winding through the trees, and she followed it where it would take her. And presently off in the distance she heard a sound as if some small animal was struggling in the water, and she thought to herself how simple it would be if she'd been born a raccoon or a deer or a housecat, without any of the complications that come to the human animal because of his complex thinking equipment and because of the even more complex patterns of taste that develop through the years. She'd made very little of her life, and she was ashamed of herself for that. She'd married on the strength of her good looks and breeding, she'd divorced when she could be assured of a comfortable income for life, and she'd spent the years since then indulging herself with boys half her age, and today she'd extended her complex tastes to include girls, to include rape. Where would it lead from here? What did she have to look forward to except more of the same? Were there no real accomplishments for her to know before she grew old and wrinkled, with nothing left but the memory of a stream of faceless boys? She had plenty of money, could afford to travel and enrich herself, take art lessons and perhaps leave a great painting behind, sponsor an orphanage or....
Yes, she could see herself sponsoring an orphanage. In a month she'd have the boys in it running around naked, and a month after that the girls would be doing the same. The only way for her to go, she decided, was to join a monastery, to enter a nunnery and devote all of herself to contemplation of the spiritual world. It could and should be done, at least for a few years. She could enter a strict order, one that required a great deal of physical as well as spiritual labor, one that would exhaust her robust appetites and allow her to open her mind to the true wonders of the spiritual universe, making her forget about the false insights she'd gained through sex and alcohol, drugs and perversion. She walked straighter now and there was a faint smile on her face, for now she knew what she would say to David Marcus in response to his proposal. She would say, "David, I appreciate your asking me to be your wife, your companion, your bed-mate, but I cannot do that, for someone needs me far more than you do. Good-bye, David, and think well of me." A speech short and to the point, and then she'd be able to forget his arms around her, his body inside hers, and she could find her way to an existence as simple and uncomplicated as that of the deer up ahead drinking at the edge of the lake.
But it wasn't a deer Anita saw as she stepped from the path and held back a branch of a pine tree, it was a boy, a man-child, naked in the moonlight, ankle deep in the water, gazing out across the lake. The body was straight and slim, his back turned to her shining with droplets of water. His hair was curly and dark, hanging down around his neck as he stood there bathing in the moonlight after having bathed in the cold clear waters of the lake. It was a boy so beautiful that Anita almost wept, but then instead she smiled, knowing that this was one boy who wouldn't fall into the depraved clutches of the woman she used to be. She would walk on, silently, and he'd never know the fate he'd been spared. She would glide on through the night, leaving him with his chastity, a chastity that would someday soon be appreciated by his equally chaste young wife. And perhaps someday, when she was swathed in the black robes of her religious order, she'd encounter the young married couple, and she'd glow with the inner satisfaction that it was she who'd made their marriage a happy one, a wholesome one.
He stretched as she began to allow the branch to go back into place, and she paused, for the muscles rippling under his coat of water transfixed her and made her heart well up with artistic desire. Did they have religious orders that allowed for the painting of nude men? She doubted that. She started to leave again and he turned to look toward the lake, whereupon Anita swallowed hard, swayed back on her heels, and started out through the trees, for now she'd seen him in profile and his face had to be seen more closely, and now she'd seen that he had an erection, and her palm itched almost as badly as her cunt had itched that afternoon.
She made him jump as if he'd been shot when she shouted out, "Just what the hell do you mean by standing out there naked!!!?"
He staggered around in the water, trying to cover up his stiffie, saying, "I just took a swim! I'm sorry! Please don't tell Mr. Marcus on me!"
She pointed to her feet and said, "You get over here right now. Move! The very idea, running around naked where you're certain to alarm the hotel guests."
"I didn't mean to," he pleaded as he neared her, dragging his feet, looking adorably miserable.
"Of course you meant to, you filthy little sex pervert, you exhibitionist."
"No, I was just taking a swim," he said, trembling before her with both hands concealing that most attractive erection.
"You are a sex pervert and I can prove it," she snapped, and jerked away his hands, slapped them and slapped them until he held them back behind him. "Just look at this!" she said, and got her itching palm on that hard bone that stuck out from between his legs, as virginal a cock as she'd ever felt in her life. "Just look at this and say you're not a pervert," she said, pulling on it and making his body sway back and forth in the moonlight while he held his hands to his cheeks in his distress. "Were you going to rape someone? Were you?" she demanded, pulling on his cock so vigorously now that her shawl fell aside to reveal her bosom, shielded from the moonlight by only a gauzy white blouse. "Answer me! Were you waiting here for some cute little girl to come by and you'd take off all her clothes and kiss her titties and kiss her pussy and then stick this thing in her? Were you? Were y...? Oh! Oh, you filthy filthy thing you!" she cried, as he uttered a shivering moan and his prick began to squirt.
"Beast! Pervert! Degenerate!" she cried, pulling and pushing on his cock, milking the cum out of it to spurt against her, to scald her leg even through the protection of her heavy skirt.
"Oh, God. Oh, God, I'm sorry," he said, wilting, swaying like a willow in the moonlight.
Still she held onto his prick, coaxing the good, hard life to remain in it as she said, "Just look. Oh, you're such a beast. It's spit all over my expensive skirt. Well, don't just stand there like an idiot, get down on your knees and wipe it off."
He did as she said and kept murmuring his apologies. He'd hung his head and the moonlight was dim, but still she knew he was blushing scarlet as he dabbed at the white stains with his fingers, clumsily, awkwardly.
"You are an idiot. You're not doing any good at all that way and I won't have this skirt ruined. Here, I'll just take it off so you can clean it properly before I report you."
"Oh, don't report me," he said, wringing his hands before his face as she worked at the zipper behind her. "I can't lose my job here. I need the money to go to sch...." He stopped in the middle of a word as the beautiful auburn haired woman pushed her skirt down over her wide, sweeping hips and wriggled and let it fall to the muddy bank of the lake. He stared straight ahead of him at her big, bulging crotch, barely covered by a band of cool black satin.
"Did any of it get on my panties?" she asked. "Feel of them. Go on, see if they're wet, you blundering fool."
His fingers were shaking as he did as she told him. He was afraid to touch her with more than his fingertips until she grasped his hand firmly and pushed it up under her crotch. "Are my panties wet there?"
"Yeah," he murmured, "And warm."
"When I want a climate report I'll ask for it. Are they wet from your cum juice or from my cunt juice?"
"I-I don't know."
"Well, find out, fool!" she said, and thrust his fingers against his gaping mouth, held them there while she asked, "Does it taste like you or me? Does it taste salty or sweet? Well? You can at least tell me if it tastes good or not, can't you?"
He nodded tremulously, grinned around the finger he was nibbling on, and said, "Tastes good."
She gave him a crooked smile, twined her fingers in his hair and said, "Oh, you're a pussy hound, eh? Eaten much of it before?"
"Huh-uh," he said, watching as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her tight bikinis.
"Ever thought about it before?"
"Yeah. Lots of times, but I never did do it."
"Well, you're not going to be able to do it now," she said, and her hands moved up to the buttons of her blouse, "unless you get me out of these silly old panties. No, darling. Don't use your hands for that. Use your hands to keep your prickie hard; use your teeth to take my panties off."
Anita stripped off her blouse while the boy at her feet struggled with her panties. His lips and tongue and nose and cheeks felt good on her skin as he laboriously pulled them down her long, tapered, alabaster legs. The moonlight felt good on her too, and she fondled and embraced her body uninhibitedly, kept it up when he was following her instructions and nibbling his way up past her knees again.
She tickled her hands through his hair in positioning his lips on her clit, opened her legs wider for him, told him how to suck and how to kiss, and he did it all, everything she said, for he was an apt pupil indeed. She asked him if he wanted her to cum, and when he nodded his head she said, "I'm going to cum for darling. I'm going to cum for you real good. Right now, lover, right now!"
The orgasmic tingles were nice, but they were not enough, not enough by far, and so she relaxed her bladder and began to wet on him. His eyes rolled up in startled surprise, but she held him where he was, both hands firm on the back of his head, murmuring, "Oh, wonderful! Darling, you're such a very good cuntlicker. Ahhhh. Ahhhh-h-h-h-h. Ahhhhhhh-h-h-h-h."
She drew him up to his feet, kissed his pissy lips, and said, "Wasn't that delightful?"
He nodded, eyes still wide, wiping at his wet chin.
"Now stand right there and let me blow you, let me suck your lovely cock till it cums and squirts all over me."
On her knees in the mud, holding his hard cock in her hand, she rubbed its saliva-wetted head all over her face, covered it with kisses, licked its oozing goodness, made it harder still, made it cum. It squirted warmly against her. She guided its length, aimed it like a gun, made it shoot the good stuff in her face, in her hair, on her tits, in her mouth, and still she kept guiding it when it had softened enough to permit the thick white stream to change to a thin yellow one.
"Wonderful! Ah, wonderful!" she exclaimed, watching the golden stream play on her torso, feeling it splash against her face, kneeling there in the mud in the moonlight, at the feet of this young Adonis she'd only met minutes before.
"Would you like to fuck me now?" she asked him.
"Yeah! Yeah, I sure would!" he replied.
Fondling and caressing him, working life into his cock, she said, "It'll cost you."
"Uh ... I don't have much money."
"Oh, I'm not a whore. I don't want your money. What it will cost you is your freedom."
"M-My freedom?"
"Yes, dear," she said, and she knew she had him, for his cock was getting harder now with each of his heartbeats. "If I let you fuck me you'll have to be my slave. You'll have to do everything I say, no matter what, no matter where. I snap my fingers and you'd have to take off your clothes in a public place, or fall on your knees and crawl up under my skirt. You'll have to wait on me hand and foot, wash my undies and maybe even wear them, kiss my ass both literally and figuratively. Are you ready for that? All in exchange for a little fuck whenever I'm in the mood?"
"Y-Yes. Yes, I'm ready to be your slave!"
"Then you may fuck me, my dear," she said, and laid on her back in the mud, knees up and out, arms up and reaching.
He had a nice cock. It fit in her easily and he moved it well. She had to do nothing, absolutely nothing, while he pumped and worked her over, giving her pleasure, worshipping her with his body. He made her cum several times, nice little tingles that were most reassuring to her, and she made him cum one big time that sucked every bit of juice from his genitals and left him weak as a kitten and grinning like a fool.
She gave him a rest period, mentally counting up to thirty, before she spoke. "Are you ready for my first command, slave?"
He sighed and said he was.
"My command is that you get up, get dressed, and hurry to the hotel and send Mr. Marcus to me. Have him bring a pair of beach towels and the big black candle that he. ... No, on second thought, forget about the candle. Now, rise and go, slave, and take with you your freedom, for it is I who enter into bondage now."
