All four boys were startled by her eagerness. Melody scrambled out of the car.
"Whew, I'm really hot," she said, fanning herself with her hand. "I swear you guys better make sure you can satisfy me."
The four boys exchanged glances.
"She must be a nympho," whispered Steve.
"Who the hell cares? Let's get her into the cabin and get going!"
CHAPTER ONE
Noreen was having a fantasy. She and her daughter, Melody, had just captured a tall, handsome youth. After drugging him, they stripped him naked. Then they lifted him and tied him to a post.
When the young man came to, he immediately realized that he was their prisoner. At first, he looked startled. Looking at them and then down at his own nakedness, he shook his head weakly and with confusion. Then he tried to strain against the ropes which were binding him to the post.
Melody moved in front of him. With her hand, she reached forward and gripped his testicles hard. "Don't bother to struggle," she said, smiling as she watched the youth grimace in pain. "You're our prisoner now. You're all tied up and utterly at our mercy. The two of us can do whatever we want with you!"
The young man stared at her with his mouth wide open. Somehow he didn't understand. Gracefully, Melody began removing her clothes. She took them off in a slow, rhythmic ritual, smiling and circling around before the handsome young man as he leaned against the ropes. Slowly the youth's cock began growing. It enlarged. It became bigger and harder. Smiling, Noreen and Melody watched him carefully. They kept their eyes glued to his slow-rising, enlarged, hardening cock.
Finally, with a flourish, Melody stood before the youth totally naked. Reaching forward, she took his hard cock into her slender hand. Within a few strokes, the youth's hard cock gasped and spurted. Globs of white creamy come arced out into the air. Bending, Melody cried out with delight. She kissed his spent cock, licked away the last drop of fluid with her tongue. Then she offered him to her mother.
No matter how many times either approached him, the tall, handsome youth got quickly aroused. It was amazing, but there just seemed to be no end to how often he could be aroused. Neither was there any end to how many times he could be made to ejaculate. Just a few strokes from either of them and immediately his cock would begin spurting again.
Each time his cock spurted its thick creamy white blobs, the boy's face grimaced in torturous pleasure. His eyes would roll upwards and a deep, long groan would escape from his throat. And the harder he grimaced or groaned, the better Melody and her mother enjoyed it.
The youth's constant ejaculations delighted them enormously. Never in their life did either of them expect such a bountiful gift. Again and again, they masturbated the young man. If there was any hesitancy, they licked his cock, teased it exotically with just the tips of their wet tongues. Each time, their efforts provided them with success. The hard young cock detonated, supplied them with more wild spurts of copious white come. It exploded each and every time, and the thick gobs arced strongly into the air.
After a few hours of this, Melody began to tire of the game. Her eyes looked down. The ground before the boy was pooled with almost a full quart of his liquid white semen. "My God!" said Melody. "We're milking him just like a cow. Gee-just look at how much stuff we milked out of him!"
Melody's mother was panting, breathing hard. Even if Melody was satisfied, apparently Noreen was not. She was busy licking the boy's cock, laving it back into hardness with her tongue. "Yes! Yes! I'm afraid the boy does look a little exhausted. However, let's not stop now. Let's see how much more of it he has ... how many more times we can make him cornel"
Melody looked at the handsome young man. His face was white and he was sagging limply against the ropes with his mouth dropped open slackly. Next she studied her mother. She smiled. Her mother's eyes were beady and bright. They seemed filled with lust and avarice. "Let's keep doing it until nothing more comes out," said her mother breathlessly as she briskly began chafing the boy's cock again. "Let's keep doing it until there isn't a single drop left in his entire body!"
Noreen awoke from the fantasy with a start. She leaned back on the chaise lounge by the hotel pool. The sun was hot and she was feeling horny as all hell. Between her damp thighs, the nylon material of her brief bikini had creased deeply into the swollen, engorged lips of her moist vulva. The material was soaking wet. Each time she moved a leg or a thigh, the silken material brushed up against the tender, inflamed inner tissue. Since the delicate membrane flesh was so highly over-sensitized, feverish erotic chills ran up and down her spine.
The deep inner sexual tension increased as she sat there patiently in the warm sun and waited. Since the fantasy had been particularly good and very, very erotic, the tension lay heavily within her, like a solid weight of lead. Torturing her. Quickly she looked around the pool. Her eyes met those of the handsome, athletic lifeguard. His eyes were dwelling upon her speculatively. No, she decided, she'd sit there and wait it out. If she picked up the lifeguard or one of the other available men waiting and lounging around the pool area hoping for something, then it would only be a short, fast interlude, one of those brief, hurried couplings-the type which usually satisfied the man but left her high in the air, totally dissatisfied. Besides, what she and her young daughter, Melody, had planned was far better. And it was also much closer to the fantasy she had just experienced.
From behind her dark glasses, Noreen finally saw the tall, muscular figure of Randy Lockwood lumbering towards the hotel. Randy was a handsome youth, only nineteen. He was in a rush, and he looked harried, as if in pain. Slowly Noreen smiled. Well, thank God. It was about time. So far, it looked as if the plan was coming off right. The youth really looked as if he was in trouble. Since Melody knew every trick in the book, obviously she had done a pretty good job on him. She had deliberately teased him, led him on, worked him up to a frenzy. She had probably used every method of titillation her mother had taught her. Then when the poor lad went for what he thought was coming to him, she had turned him down cold flat!
Slyly she smiled again. Her daughter was a perfect jewel. At seventeen years of age, Melody was at the peak of luscious, teenage-girlish femininity. In appearance, she was blonde and petite, pert and saucy-looking. Her breasts were absolutely succulent, mouthwatering; they were full and ripe, and spilled forth creamily, practically bursting from her blouses and dresses. When caught up in the tight confines of a bikini, they swelled enormously and quivered like jelly. They made men's eyes pop with their look of soft, creamy lushness, their promise of firm but yielding round, warm resiliency. Naturally her nipples were pretty good, too. They were always taut and they stood out like twin turrets, like hard pencil erasers, through everything she wore. As far as the rest of her was concerned it was all sheer delicious girlish meat-sleek, smooth, delectable young flesh ... strong, smoothly rounded thighs ... a softly swelling girl-stomach ... slender, lithe limbs and torso. All crowned by a blue-eyed oval face with lush, moist lips ... and a cascade of incredibly shiny blonde hair which shimmered like gold and fell straight down to her soft, smoothly rounded, polished shoulders.
Right now, Noreen Stanton felt downright proud of her daughter. Melody was everything a mother could desire. Due to Noreen's careful training, Melody had a very healthy, zestful appetite for sex. Also she had no inhibitions and she shared her mother's tastes in such matters. Above all, she sensed her mother's predicament, her needs as a divorcee of thirty-six, when it came to things like men and sex. And being sensitive to her mother's needs, she wasn't above letting herself be used as bait occasionally, strictly for her own mother's sexual pleasure ... especially on holidays like this when they were at a resort hotel together and there were plenty of younger men around for a change.
Sighing, she rose. Her eyes squinted in the harsh, brilliant sunlight as she removed her sun glasses, folded them, and placed them next to the book which she had been pretending to read. Then she walked and followed the troubled-looking youth into the hotel.
CHAPTER TWO
Randy could hardly make it back to the fancy resort hotel. God damn that cockteasing bitch! Melody had gotten him so worked up, he was practically out of his mind. How could a girl lead a guy on like that? ... let him feel her naked breasts, make love to her, get his fingers into her tight, hot young snatch? ... and then just turn it all off as if it didn't mean a thing to her?
Down below, between his legs, his balls felt heavy and laden, aching painfully. Between them, his heavy prick felt swollen and congested. It hung limply like a big, fat sausage. It lolled, bounced up and down against his aching balls, made him wince each time he took a step.
Randy ignored the desk clerk. He already had his key, so he headed straight for the elevator.
Swiftly and gracefully, the slender, oil-tanned figure of a woman dressed in a brief bikini sidled up to the elevator just as he reached it. Without thinking, he held the door back for her, allowed her to enter the elevator first. Then he followed her inside and stabbed at his floor button with his finger.
The elevator doors closed with a swoosh! Randy sighed. He stared straight ahead. Somehow he felt very disconcerted by the woman's presence beside him. It was always uncomfortable sharing an elevator cab with only one other person ... especially when it was a woman. There were too many social pressures present, tendencies to smile, make polite remarks, things like that. And usually the best way out was to just keep quiet and endure the stifling, uncomfortable silence and wait until one of them reached their particular floor.
Idly he stole a glance at the woman beside him. He looked her over from the comer of his eye. The woman was much older than he. She was obviously in her mid-thirties, but she was still pretty damn attractive. Since she was dressed in a tight bikini, he could see practically all of her suntanned body. What he saw, he liked. Even though she was in her thirties, she still had an excellent figure. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Instead her body was sensuous and tawny. The flesh was still smooth and firm and it glistened seductively.
Raising his eyes slightly, Randy took in the sight of the woman's breasts as they swelled ripely forth over the top of the taut upper bandana of her tight bikini. God, what a pair of boobs! They were full and ripe and they looked just like twin melons about to burst and explode from the confines of her bikini top. Dropping his eyes, he took in her waist-trim and narrow, curving in gracefully. Her stomach was smooth and flat, and he could practically see the inner muscles ridging beneath. His eyes moved further down. Her legs were long, graceful and slender-looking, the thighs were firm and strong, well muscled.
Swiftly the uncomfortable silence began setting in as the elevator motors began their muted whirring. Noticing his glance, the woman looked him over casually, too. For a moment, their eyes met. Her eyes were cool and glacial. They studied him appraisingly, took in his broad shoulders, the beefy chest beneath his sport shirt.
The woman's eyes descended slowly. Suddenly Randy grew uncomfortable. Right now, he realized that he had a raging hard-on. And he was sure that the woman would notice it, too. Quickly he shifted his position, hoping to hide the huge bulge arching out from his pants.
When the woman's eyes reached his crotch, they paused. They widened in amusement, in mild disbelief. "Say, that's quite a hard-on you have there in your pants," the woman said with a chuckle. "Whoever the girl was, she certainly did a good job on you."
Randy almost gasped. Never in his wildest imagination did he expect her to comment on it or say anything about it. Usually when a woman noticed a man had a hard-on, she smiled. But then she averted her eyes and pretended not to have noticed it.
Randy fidgeted. He began to sweat. Obviously the woman was one of those bold, brazen types. Probably she was very sophisticated, too. Since she was older than he, she could afford to be audacious and make fun of him. Oh, how he wished the elevator would move faster. If only it would reach his floor, give him a chance to get away from the embarrassing situation.
The attractive woman's eyes remained riveted upon the sight of his hard cock bulging and tenting the front of his pants. "Boy, whoever the girl was, I certainly have to give her credit. That thing of yours looks ready to burst in your pants," she said. "In fact, she must be a real artist. An expert in teasing and turning a man on ... bringing a guy up past the point of no return."
Randy's face went beet-red. The brazenness of her words stung. He had never heard a woman speak like that before. Suddenly he decided to take the bull by the horns. If she could be so outrageous and talk so freely with amusement about it, then why the hell should he feel ashamed? "Yes, I was out with a real cockteasing bitch," he said, looking down sullenly at the hard stiff bulge straining out from his pants. "First, she led me on, made me spend money on her, Later she let me make love to her, feel her, everything! Then-just when I was ready and about to do something-she just smiled and told me that she had changed her mind!"
His words sounded venomous, filled with anger and hatred. Noreen smiled. Inside, she felt damn proud of her daughter. Obviously Melody had gotten to him real good. The youth's prick was hard and stiff. It looked just like a hard iron crowbar ... and it certainly didn't look as though it were about to relent and go down either. Also the front of the youth's pants was damp, so obviously his cock had been leaking all the way back to the hotel.
"Well, that's how it goes sometimes," she said, grinning and shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe the girl was too young. And maybe she just wasn't ready for it yet."
Noreen decided not to proceed too hastily. It was a long time since she had seduced a boy of his age. She didn't want to shock or embarrass him too much ... or too soon. First, she wanted to win his confidence. Soberly she looked at him with a wise, worldly expression. She tried her best not to seem too amused. "You know, that's one of the disadvantages of dealing with real young girls. If they're young and inexperienced, then usually they're afraid. Sometimes they'll let you make love to them, but then unfortunately-when the moment for real proper action arrives-they'll cop out on you just when you least expect it." Randy's face was still deep red. He was embarrassed but he listened to her carefully. There was a new note of sincerity in the woman's voice, almost a tinge of sympathy. She wasn't mocking him anymore. Sure she still seemed a bit amused. But what woman wouldn't be under the circumstances?
Idly Noreen leaned up against the wall of the elevator. Without his noticing it, she pressed the alarm button on the front panel with her bare shoulder. Downstairs, in the basement, the alarm bell had been disconnected. In its place, there was a red warning light. When the red light popped and lit up, Boris, her chauffeur and man servant, was supposed to shut off the electrical power to the elevator motors. Boris had been with Noreen a long time. In every respect, he was her virtual slave. Because he was a masochist, he loved being servile, enjoyed being dominated by beautiful women, being abused by them both sexually and otherwise. And naturally, between her and Melody, the two of them saw to it that he got absolutely everything he needed in that particular department.
Noreen's eyes took in the long wavy hair on the youth's head. Then they dwelled on his embarrassed, though still astonishingly handsome face. "You know, sometimes a girl just does it for kicks. There are lots of young girls who enjoy teasing and leading a boy on. Believe me, I know it sounds sadistic ... but often I did it myself when I was a young girl. Sometimes it can be quite thrilling for a girl ... leading a boy on, watching him get all worked up ... and then just saying no and leaving him in his torture."
Studiously she gazed at his face. The boy's face was still crimson, but he was listening to every word she was saying. Now if only Boris was on the alert downstairs. If he was and he did as he was told, then she could get things started with the young lad ... right here in the elevator.
Suddenly, with a jolting lurch, the elevator cab stopped. Startled, the aroused, handsome youth looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Hey, what the hell is going on?"
Noreen tried her best not to smile. "I don't know ... but judging from the looks of things, I'd say the elevator just stopped."
"Holy Jesus! Something must have broken down," he exclaimed. "Quick-push the ALARM and the EMERGENCY buttons."
Obeying, Noreen stabbed both buttons with her fingers. Nothing. The doors remained shut. Downstairs the alarm refused to go off. "Gosh, that's funny. There's absolutely no response." she said.
"I guess they must have blown a fuse or something."
The aroused youth looked terribly concerned. "Holy Christ! Then that means we're stuck here. We're caught here all alone in the elevator shaft!" The cause of the youth's consternation was staggering. It was sticking straight out, pushing hard up against the material of his pants. Obviously just being in the same elevator compartment with an attractive, well-endowed woman had stimulated him even more so. Neither had the nature of the conversation helped much.
Randy looked straight down at the big bulge in his pants. He could feel the hard surging, the throbbing of his cock. His hard-on had grown into a towering, torrid, seething erection. And it was practically unbearable. "Holy cow! We could be locked up here for hours," he said with a look of anxious concern.
Noreen was glad that she had doused herself with perfume. She could see that his nostrils were picking up the scent. The musky, sensuous aroma was disturbing him, arousing him to even greater heights. "Yes, I'm afraid that you're right," she said with a sigh. "We could be stuck up here like this for quite some time ... at least until someone discovers the elevator isn't working and reports it to the desk. Then too, there's the question of how long it will take them to trace the trouble down and correct things."
The youth flushed. He shuffled his feet and fidgeted uneasily. "Oh, God ... what a crazy day this is turning out to be. First I get myself all mixed up with a girl who turns out to be nothing more than a cockteaser. And now this!"
Noreen looked down at the front of his pants.
She smiled. "Yes, I can understand what you mean. Surely being prisoner in an elevator with a woman dressed in a bikini isn't going to do that raging hard-on of yours much good."
The youth looked at her with consternation. He was in enough trouble, so he wished she would get off the subject.
Noreen's eyes remained fixed on the front of his pants. The boy's face crimsoned even deeper. "Boy, that girl really did some good job on you. That thing of yours hasn't gone down an inch. In fact, it even looks bigger than before. You're as hard as a rock ... and frankly, you look as if you're desperately in need of relief."
Randy grew sullen. He looked at her sharply. Damn it! Why couldn't she keep off the subject? Why did she have to keep talking about it?
Noreen's eyes lifted, met his. "You know, ordinarily a good hand job would satisfy something like that. However, judging from the looks of that immense hard-on of yours, I doubt if just masturbating it would do the job."
Randy studied the woman's face. She wasn't mocking him, but he wondered what the hell she was talking about. Awkwardly he shuffled his feet. He felt embarrassed, uncomfortable as all hell hearing her discuss his hard-on like this. Why, even her very presence, the scent of her perfume, her near nudity, was driving him crazy!
Randy's face remained flushed as he glanced down at his turgid, straining cock. "Y-Yes ... I-I guess you're right."
Noreen studied his features. Now was the time to begin. "You know, when a man's cock is all worked up like that, usually his whole cock and balls are literally loaded with juice. Therefore, just jerking it off once won't satisfy you or relieve you. There's just too much juice stewing around deep inside. What you really need is a woman ... someone experienced. You need someone who knows how to milk something like that ... take care of it properly."
Quickly Randy pricked up his ears. What was she suggesting?
Noreen smiled at him impishly. "Look, if you want me to, I'll take care of that thing for you. I'll relieve you."
Randy's mouth dropped wide open.
"Listen, don't look so shocked," she said. "Right now, you're in desperate trouble. If you don't get rid of some of that juice, your balls will be aching for days. Even though I'm a woman, I know exactly how painful such a condition can be for a man. Besides, we're stuck up here all alone in the elevator. So who's to know? Who'll be the wiser?" Randy's eyes were practically popping out of his head. He blinked at her incredulously. "B But ... b-but...."
Noreen winked at him. "Look, I'm simply offering to help you. With a raging hard-on like that, you simply must have some relief. We just can't stand around and leave you in a condition like that!"
Randy kept staring at her with his eyes wide open. His ears refused to believe what they were hearing.
Slowly Noreen moved up closer to him. Her left breast brushed his shoulder. He shivered. Her hand reached out. She stroked the huge arching bulge in his pants. "Listen, don't be a nincompoop. You're in real bad trouble ... and you need relief desperately. Besides, really I'm much older than you. I'm experienced, sophisticated. I understand such things. And, believe me, really I wouldn't mind. As far as I'm concerned, it would strictly be a favor ... something to take you out of your misery."
Randy stepped back. His shoulder blades pressed up against the rear wall of the elevator.
Despite his excitement, he felt confused. The woman was stroking his cock gently now. She was smiling at him, and his cock was jerking and twitching. Suddenly Randy began to feel a little frightened. The woman was much too bold. She was much too experienced, too sophisticated for him.
Noreen felt the rock-hard cock jerking and lurching. She grinned, began sliding down the zipper of his pants. "Look, don't be a fool. Right now, you need it. And you need it real bad. I'm not only offering to take care of that raging hard-on of yours, but I'm also offering to take care of it properly ... the way it should be done-by a woman!"
Randy didn't know what to do. Already the attractive woman's hand was searching around in his pants. He felt her cool slender fingers coil around his entire hot, hard cock. Her hand squeezed softly, gently. His hard cock throbbed, lurched. Oh God, how good her hand felt!
Sighing, Randy resigned himself completely. He leaned back against the rear wall and then just closed his eyes.
Noreen knew she had him now. He was yielding, surrendering completely. Slowly she pulled his smooth hard cock out of his pants. She looked down, gasped when she saw the size of his cock. God, for a boy of nineteen, he sure was big-every bit as big as Melody had said he was! His cock was at least nine inches long; and impressively thick. Inwardly she felt delighted as all hell. She began rubbing the slippery, silken, sensitive round glans with her thumb. Boy, was she going to have a time with him!
Her closed hand began sliding up and down around his hard, turgid shaft. Randy's body stiffened. "Oh, Christ! ... Oh God, but does that feel good!" he murmured softly.
Refusing to look at her, Randy kept his eyes closed. Noreen kept stroking the smooth glans with her thumb. The eye of his cock was leaking and soon the satiny head was all filmy. Slowly she began sliding his smooth cock back and forth; through its own wet juices in her hand. Immediately Randy gasped. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! ... how GOOD that feels."
Randy's body began squirming and writhing. Smiling to herself, Noreen watched him carefully. "I'll bet this is what that girl was doing to you," she said as she continued sliding her closed wet hand up and down on his hard cock.
The big youth's knees sagged slightly. "Oh, yes ... yes.
The sleek, slippery sensation was beginning to get to him now. Slowly Noreen ran her thumb over the wet, filmy, sensitive glans again in a circular fashion. She made more liquid exude from his cock. "Boy, I'll bet she teased you like crazy." Her eyes glinted as she watched him squirm. "Christ, she must have had you leaking like a faucet before she stopped."
His body squirmed helplessly. His knees sagged further down. Opening his eyes, he rolled his head back, pressed it against the wall, then stared as if in a trance at the ceiling. "Yes, yes! She was really what you said-a real cockteaser. I-I only took her out three times. Each time she let me make love to her. Then she teased me like this by playing and chafing my cock." Suddenly he winced, as if in painful memory. "Christ, she did it over and over again. Every time I was at the brink, she stopped! Then she would start all over again. Jesus, she tortured me like hell. She drove me right up the wall!"
Noreen smiled. She knew her daughter well and she could easily imagine what she had put him through. When it came to teasing, Melody was an artist. She was superb. She knew every trick in the book and knew exactly how to keep a man poised on the brink-without allowing him to come.
Noreen's eyes narrowed to thin slits as she studied the youth's face. She just loved watching a guy's face while she worked him up. In this respect, she was just like her daughter. She enjoyed dominating men, manipulating them, controlling them, working them up carefully at a slow and measured pace ... right to the point where they just couldn't stand it any longer. Oh well, what was the saying? With men it was: like father, like son. Only in her and Melody's case, it was: like daughter, like mother.
Her eyes peered intently. She began moving her hand faster, accelerating the wet, slippery stroke. Sadistically, she watched the boy's breathing as it grew heavy and more rapid, gasping. She watched as his nostrils quivered and flared. "And she never took you all of the way, did she? God, no wonder you're in such a state. She never finished you off ... let you shoot your load."
Randy began moaning and groaning. The smooth, sleek, delicious wet sensations taking place along the entire column of his hard round cock was driving him right out of his mind. God, his cock was throbbing, beating like a hammer. It was actually pulsating. Quickly the woman's hand gripped his cock harder. She began chafing, masturbating him at a quicker, brisker pace. Moist slurping sounds began to assail his ears. He looked down, smiled faintly at the woman. Oh God, if she ever quit now, he'd die. His cock was pounding, throbbing, pulsating. And it was also leaking and drooling in her hand like crazy!
Deftly, skillfully, Noreen gradually increased the pace as she continued chafing his wet, slippery cock. Soon her hand was moving so furiously, the youth began gasping for breath. Smiling, she stopped. Then she just grabbed the big cock strongly with her hand and squeezed, good and hard.
Looking down, Noreen watched the gaping hole at the end of his cock. Slowly, holding his cock tightly, she pulled her tightly coiled hand straight down along his entire length. She pulled the taut skin back until the thin delicate flesh of his purplish glans looked as if it would burst. Then, rhythmically, she began squeezing his cock hard at the base.
Opening widely, the dark oval slot gasped. Swiftly a blob of white cream leaped from it and plopped onto her belly. It felt warm, trickling down. Smiling, she held the youth's hard cock tightly in her hand as it throbbed and pulsated harder. She squeezed it again and again.
Randy's prick literally exploded. It burst, began shooting its load of come. Calmly Noreen held on to it as it swelled and convulsed repeatedly. She watched each thick, hot, copious blob of white cream spurt from his cock, arc high up into the air. Christ, what an explosion, she thought. The come was landing all over her belly. Some of it even landed on her thighs. The kid was coming profusely, heavily. His pent-up cock was spurting strongly, shooting like a cannon. It was catapulting, jetting out each burst of thick white come almost a full foot!
Grinning, she held on to the boy's cock as it kept spurting. She aimed it slightly aside, then directed each thick creamy spurt to the center of the elevator floor.
Randy was groaning like a maniac. He had never felt anything so intense in his life. Keenly the strong, gripping sensations of powerful, surging orgasm ripped through his loins. Powerful spasms tore through him ruthlessly. His entire body bucked and shuddered.
Randy wailed ecstatically. His mind swam as his body slid slowly along the elevator wall in response to his buckling knees. Calmly the attractive, sensuous woman kept squeezing. She milked it, forced each strong explosive spurt from the open, gasping hole at the end of his cock. Reeling, he twisted and sagged limply against her. He continued groaning as his wet, glistening hard prick kept shooting, continued squirting out the rest of his come in a seemingly never-ending series of come. Then as it subsided, he sighed wearily.
All of a sudden, the elevator motors jerked. The motors began whirring and the cab resumed its upward ascent.
Blankly Randy looked at the woman. He blinked his eyes. Smiling, Noreen studied his face for a moment. Then she realized that he was in a daze. Probably he was too stunned. He was weak, too spent and exhausted from the tremendous force of his powerful orgasm and the subsequent strong gushes, the stupendous releases of his warm liquid come. Grinning, she helped him by hefting her shoulder under his armpit. Boy, now she really had him. The poor lad didn't even know what world he was in. "Here, you're certainly in no condition to walk. Since the elevator stops at my floor first, I'll help you into my room to rest for a while!"
Dazedly, Randy looked at her. He nodded his head weakly, then sagged against her. Gripping him, Noreen stood him up a little straighter, got her shoulder firmly under him. She tucked his limp, spent organ back into his pants. Just as the elevator stopped, she zipped up his fly, then assisted him as he staggered out of the elevator and as the doors swished open at her floor.
CHAPTER THREE
Melody was having a ball. She was all stretched out on her back atop the laundry pile in the basement. Above her, crouched like a cougar, was the glistening, well-tanned body of one of the younger hotel lifeguards.
Melody's smooth polished knees and white thighs were up in the air. Her legs were entwined about his back like twin white serpents, coiled around his muscular lower midsection. "Come on, you bastard! I'm horny as all hell. Do your stuff. Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard! Fuck the living shit out of me!"
Their two bodies were coupled and the lifeguard was into her real good. All of his eight inch cock was buried in her tight, wet, clasping pussy. Frantically he humped. He pulled his glistening wet cock back, then shoved it back into her hard. "That's it! That's it! Now do it FASTER!
HARDER!"
The young man's balls banged into the cheeks of her ass hard. He didn't know what had happened. All he knew was that this was the hottest j chick he had ever met in his life. Boy, there certainly was no fooling around with her! As soon as she grabbed his arm and looked at him with those big, hungry eyes of hers, instinctively he realized that here was a true bitch in heat. He didn't know how, but as soon as she began drawing him to the ' cellar stairs, something deep inside him told him that here was a girl who wanted to be fucked. And she wanted to be fucked real hard, too!
"Jesus Christ ... but you're sure worked up," he said as he continued thrusting into her. "Your cunt is tight as all hell, but it's juicing like crazy."
"Stop talking. Just keep fucking!"
Like snakes, her arms and legs scrambled over his back. She tried pulling him down, deeper and deeper into her. Her white, moist thighs cleaved further apart. She widened herself, encompassed the whole base of his cock. "Jesus ... if you could only stuff your balls into me!"
The young lifeguard looked at her incredulously. He had heard stories about girls like her-especially from older lifeguards-but never in his life had he ever expected to meet up with one. Why, the girl was a sheer nympho. She was as hot as a firecracker!
Up and down, the gleaming white barrel of his cock swooshed! In and out, it bored. He used it like a pile driver, like a glistening wet piston, accelerating the pace of his fierce thrusting and plunging. Christ, but was he-reaming her! He was fucking her the way all guys dreamed of fucking a girl. He was drilling and thrusting, boring into her, tunneling into her body with his cock ... using it like a pile driver or a spear to drive into her belly and guts again and again.
Finally his naked young body was perspiring. Beads of sweat began appearing, running in rivulets. Deep below in his groin, he felt the familiar tension rising.
Suddenly with a wail, Melody reached her orgasm. "OOhhhhhh!" she shrieked as the tremendous convulsions gripped her, as the spasms tore through her repeatedly.
The young lifeguard looked down into her twisting, grimacing face. Thank God, he thought. He wouldn't have lasted much longer. Just as suddenly, his own orgasm arrived. It tore through him savagely. And then he felt his cock pumping and squirting-spurting and jetting his thick, hot liquid come deep into her delicious, tender teenage body!
Randy Lockwood didn't know what to do. He had just finished showering. He was standing naked in the bathroom, and the woman who had masturbated him was sitting in the other room.
He realized that she was probably sitting there waiting for him.
Randy had never had anything to do with an older woman before. Worried, he wondered what would happen next. He realized that getting him to take a shower was simply a ruse on her part to get him undressed, to see what his body looked like.
Well, whatever was going to happen, he simply was going to have to go along. Besides, maybe in a way it would be good for him. Since she was older than he, maybe she could teach him a few things.
Randy gazed down at his limp cock. Hanging thickly, it looked just like a big, wet, shiny salami.
It was still swollen and engorged and looked as if it was ready to start all over again. Mentally, he could still feel the woman s smooth fingers around his cock, her hand sliding wetly back and forth along its entire length. God, what an orgasm it had been! He had never shot off with such force in his life.
Weakly he leaned against the cold porcelain of the sink. He closed his eyes. "Oh, God ... please, j dear God. Don't let me be afraid, shy or embarrassed. Even if she is older than me, just let wonderful things happen. Let me enjoy."
Shaking his head, he opened his eyes and sighed. His clothes were in the other room. It meant that he would have to walk into the room stark naked. He turned, looked at the door, bit down on his lip, then turned the knob.
He walked into the room feeling embarrassed as all hell. "Hi, there," said the attractive woman with a smile. "Well ... how do you feel?"
Randy shuffled his feet awkwardly as he stood nude before the woman, whose eyes were gazing appreciatively at his naked body, specifically at his cock. Suddenly strange tingles coursed up his spine. It felt strange, almost eerie standing before an attractive older woman like this, completely in the nude. His cock began growing and filling. Randy quickly looked around, then plopped himself into the nearest chair. He shook his head and grinned uneasily. "Gosh, I feel much better now," he said. "That shower really refreshed me."
Sitting in the chair wasn't much better. The attractive woman continued staring at his cock, and Randy began experiencing very strange sensations. Nervously he reached over for his socks and shorts on the floor. "Yeah, but I'll bet that cock of yours still isn't satisfied," said the woman.
Randy looked down, following the woman's eyes. His limp cock was lolling against his thigh, thickly congested, looking just like a big sausage.
At the end of it, oozing out of the dark, pouting hole, a thick drop of oily fluid formed, then rolled down onto his hairy thigh.
The woman ran her tongue over her lips. A shiver thrilled through Randy. "I told you that once wouldn't be enough." Suddenly her eyes glinted, met his coolly and significantly. "Don't get dressed yet. Let me take care of you properly. Let me show you how a real woman takes care of a cock like that ... the way it should be taken care of, I mean."
Rising, the woman stepped forward, then sank to her knees between Randy's legs. Immediately he crimsoned, staring down at her. Vaguely he sensed what she was about to do.
Again strange tingles coursed through his body. Eagerly he allowed the woman to push his thighs apart. His cock felt turgid. It thickened, enlarged, then hardened slightly.
The woman smiled. She began handling and squeezing his semi-limp cock. Fondling the sensitive dorsal area, her fingers moved the skin up and down. "Stop being so uptight," she said. "I'm simply going to give you a treat ... something you've obviously never experienced before. However, remember that I'm going to be enjoying myself at the same time."
Randy felt embarrassed. He wondered how the woman could tell that he had never been sucked off before. As hard as he had tried, he had never been able to persuade a girl into giving him a blow job. Now that it was about to happen, he could hardly wait.
Randy felt himself growing hard. He watched as his cock enlarged as it thickened and hardened, as it surged upwards in the woman's hand. Christ, he really did have quite a consider able cock! No wonder she was intrigued by it! He had never measured it, but surely it was at least eight inches long, maybe even more.
Randy had to admit that he was feeling excited. It practically thrilled him to death to watch his cock grow and harden in the woman's hand. He began to understand female motivation ... why they enjoyed handling and exciting a man's cock ... tasting and licking it ... sucking on it.
The woman's eyes became unglued as Randy's cock expanded before her eyes. Looking down at it, she lost her reserve and began breathing more heavily, more irregularly. "God, it's much bigger than I thought," she said, staring at it hungrily.
Her lips quivered. She moaned and bent to take the bloated, purplish head into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she began moving her head slowly up and down.
The feeling of the woman's mouth was svelte.
It was warm, moist, slippery. Randy stared as his huge cock moved in and out of the attractive mouth, disappearing one minute, reappearing the next. Christ, she was actually sucking it! She was mouthing and sucking on it as if it were something precious, something very good-tasting!
Randy's cock grew harder and harder in the hot velvet mouth. Straining, it began beating and throbbing. The woman brought up her other hand. She cupped Randy's balls gently and squeezed them as she continued sucking, sucking, sucking.
Randy closed his eyes and relaxed. Realizing how much he was enjoying it, he surrendered himself to the exquisite experience entirely. His he moved in and out of the attractive woman's cock felt highly-charged, hard and sensitive. As soft, warm mouth, it tingled excitedly, then throbbed powerfully.
The woman began taking more and more of his cock deep into her mouth. Plunging her head down until she literally gagged, she forced the blunt, swollen knob head deeply into the tightly constricting, clenching oval passage of her throat.
Randy opened his eyes wide and watched as the woman's full, lush lips reached lower and lower down, to the base of his cock. Christ, what a feeling! His cock surged strongly as it entered the woman's throat. God, what a terrific sensation it was! The woman's throat felt just like a tight, warm sleeve. Spasming and clenching, it gripped the rim of his glans hard, then squeezed it continually like a soft vise.
Randy began moaning softly. He had never felt anything like this in his life! The woman's throat felt far better than a girl's cunt. Clenching his hard round cock repeatedly, it worked on him just like a suction pump. God, it was as if it was trying to siphon everything out of him! It was sending strange, thrilling sensations up throughout his entire body. There wasn't a vagina in the world well educated enough to do something so thrilling, something so deeply satisfying and pleasurable as that!
The woman's throat began making small retching sounds. Still she plunged the head of Randy's cock deeper into her throat ... deeper ... further inside. Groaning, Randy watched her gasping, watched her head move up and down, then watched her neck muscles cord and tighten as they strained and stretched.
The woman was a real cocksucker. She was superb. And she was a real artist. Obviously she loved sucking cock. She seemed compelled, consumed by some deep inner drive. Shrilly the air whistled through her nostrils. Up, down. Up, down. Up and down her head moved ... and each time her throat took in a little more of Randy's thick, hardened gristle!
Randy simply couldn't believe it! He had never experienced anything so ecstatic in his life! Lurching in the chair, he gripped the two armrests tensely with his hands, then strained himself forcefully upwards.
At first the feeling was just a simple thing. It began with a feeling of tension in his loins, a portent of approaching orgasm. Suddenly in the middle of everything, the feeling changed considerably. Building and building, it grew sharper and keener. Cutting into him excruciatingly, it swelled and billowed over him in huge, sweeping waves, surging upwards strongly. Finally shooting through his entire hard cock, it exploded and erupted....Shaking, quaking and shuddering, Randy's whole body bucked and leaped as his cock pumped up the thick creamy liquid, then hurtled his thick warm juice right down the attractive woman's wide open, inviting throat in huge, gigantic blobs and gushes!
CHAPTER FOUR
When it was over, Randy fell back limply. His arms dangled over the sides of the chair as the woman continued sucking his cock. Jesus, she had already gulped his hot liquid come down in huge swallows ... but still she was trying for more.
The woman siphoned hard at his cock. Randy was dazed and stunned. He began feeling the familiar sensation of orgasm returning. Oh God, could it be possible? He arched himself. He felt his balls convulse weakly two or three times in a row. Then he felt his cock spurt and pump out some more milky gruel into the attractive woman's mouth.
"ENOUGH! ENOUGH!" he exclaimed. Weakly he reached forward and tried to push the woman's head away. Right now, his cock was straining. It was tingling, torturing him with indescribable sensation. And the feeling was almost unbearable.
The woman kept her mouth fastened on Randy's cock. His cock kept dribbling, drooling weakly into her mouth. Randy threw his head back. He groaned. Oh God, it was unbearable! It was excruciating, downright agonizing! If only he could get her to stop! It felt as if she were sucking the life right out of him, as if his cock were a huge straw. And she was actually extracting the liquid juice right up from his balls. In fact, it almost felt as if she were trying to suck up his balls, as well!
She kept right on sucking, milking and draining him, swallowing every last precious drop of warm milky come that managed to ooze or seep out of his cock.
Finally there just wasn't any more. Not a single drop seeped up from his cock. Dazed and exhausted, he stared down at the woman with wonder and awe. God, what a colossal blow job! He never would have believed that anything could feel so damn good!
She released the limp, spent cock from her mouth, looked up at him, and smiled. "Boy, I'll bet you never had one like that before. I'll bet no one ever made you come like THAT!"
Randy kept staring down at her. Thin strands of liquid white come were adhering stickily to her bps. Golly, he must have pumped up a full pint!
His cock had spurted and blasted off like a fire hose in her mouth. He had come like a horse, but still she had swallowed it all down. She had gulped and swallowed it all down just as if it were warm milky cream or something. He wondered how it tasted. He wondered what a woman felt as she drank and swallowed a man's hot liquid come like that.
Raising her head, the woman cupped his balls. She hefted them with her hand. "Well, I guess they're pretty well drained now. Judging from the way you came, it'll take you a while before you can work up any more jism."
Noreen Stanton stood up. She looked down at him with a wry smile. "Well, now that I've taken care of you ... what are you going to do for me?"
Randy felt weak, exhausted, light-headed, sort of confused. "W-what do you mean?"
Noreen grinned at him. It was a sly, sophisticated sort of grin. "Well, surely you're not that much of an amateur. And certainly you must realize that by now I'm aroused and excited. In fact, right now, I'm in the same exact position you were in while we were in the elevator."
Randy just stared at her. He had never counted on anything like this. "B-but how...?" he managed to sputter. "My ... my cock just wouldn't be able to..
There was no need for him to finish the sentence. The look on her face told him exactly what she wanted. Oh, my God ... no, he thought. He knew what she expected, but he had never done it before.
"Oh, now come on ... don't be an ass. Surely you know how to satisfy a woman without using your cock!"
Her words sounded disdainful, almost sarcastic. Randy flushed. He nodded his head slowly, as if in mute understanding. God damn it, now he really had gone and done it! And there was no other way out, either. After satisfying him and bringing him to three orgasms in a row, the woman was entitled to it, no matter how he felt about it.
Noreen couldn't help but smile. She saw the look of confused consternation on his face. Now she knew she really had him. After emptying and satisfying him so completely, there simply was no way out for the handsome youth. Casually she walked over to the couch. "How would you prefer it?" she asked. "Here, on the couch, or on the carpet? Or would you prefer to use the bed in my bedroom?"
Randy gulped. He gazed at the attractive woman with a dazed look. "Oh, I guess any place would be all right," he managed to say.
Inside, his heart was pounding. God, what a spot he had put himself in! If he refused now, the woman would think he was ungrateful. Either that, or she would think he was a fool. God damn that cockteasing bitch, Melody! Now look at the mess she had gotten him into!
Noreen pretended to be very cool about things. First she looked down at the couch, then she stared at the thick carpeted floor. "Personally, I think the carpet would be best." She took two pillows from the couch, dropped them on the floor. "You see, when I'm getting my snatch eaten, I have a tendency to get very excited. I twist and squirm, thrash around quite a bit."
Randy continued watching her. He didn't know what to say. Besides, what was a guy supposed to say when he was caught up in a situation like this?
Noreen kept watching him carefully from the comer of her eye. Gracefully she brushed her long hair back with her hand. She sank to the floor below in a very slow, methodical, ritual sort of way. Watching her, Randy's blood began to stir. God, how graceful and beautiful she looked! She was sitting there on the floor just like a movie star or something, like one of those provocative, glamorous women one saw on calendars or in the men's magazines.
Raising her hand, Noreen beckoned to him with her finger. She curved it slowly, arched it provocatively. Again Randy's blood stirred. The action of her slowly moving finger was just like out of a film. She was a siren or a harlot beckoning to her favorite lover, inviting him to feast on the beautiful ripe, juicy fruit of her succulent, delicious body.
Randy got to his feet. He stumbled over to where she was sitting and sank to the floor beside her.
"There, that's much better," said Noreen. "See, now that wasn't a bit hard, was it?"
Randy shook his head. He felt numb and dazed. Everything seemed to be blurred, slightly out of focus. It was as if his mind simply couldn't accept the reality of things. It balked, and left him in limbo; left him in a world of half-fantasy, half-reality ... caught in between like a spectator to his own actions while living out a part on a stage or in a movie.
Before Randy even realized what was happening, Noreen slithered the sheer white material of her bikini bottom down over her smooth naked hips, down over her thighs and calves, then tossed them over her ankles and off to the side.
Seconds later, she was lying on her back. Somewhere along the line, the top to her bikini had come off, and now Randy stared at her twin white-orbed breasts as they quivered before him. Holy Jesus Christ, he thought. Everything was happening much too fast! Everything was happening before he could even get a chance to see or appreciate anything!
Noreen moved her body further away from him. She placed a pillow under her head, the other one under her rump. Her thighs opened. They parted further and further. Quickly Randy's eyes sought out the wet, glistening slit of her cunt. His eyes narrowed. They marveled at the thick jungle tangle of wild hairy growth surrounding it. The matted wet coils of hair were scrawling, clinging and sticking to the damp inner flesh of her columnar thighs. Between them, the elongated lips of her cunt stared back at him with its wet, fleshy folds and wrinkles. Beneath it was the brownish, puckered rosette of her anus. What a fantastic sight! It was the first time Randy had ever stared so directly between a female's thighs. Her cunt was partly open and he could see the sleek, delicate tissue lying within. It was reddish-pink in color and it was all wet. The interior of her cunt was glistening with beads of moisture. It was all shiny and slick, almost as if smeared with syrupy juice.
Noreen reached her arms forward. Her hands grabbed him behind his head. Slowly she drew his mouth and face down between her open, waiting thighs.
Randy had never done this, but he instinctively knew what to do. Softly his lips burrowed into the wet, slippery lips of her cunt. They parted, spread, and he began sliding and rolling them into his mouth. He clasped them between the strong lips of his mouth and started nibbling at them gently. His tongue came into play. Darting forward, it stabbed into the moist mucous membranes of her cunt. Curving it downwards, he painted the inside of her cunt with the broad top of his tongue. He licked it all the way up, then flicked and darted his tongue into the small, pea sized nodule hanging at the very top.
Noreen instantly went into a frenzy. She began squirming and writhing all over the thick carpet. Her taut stomach muscles ridged. They rippled and fluttered as his mouth and tongue addressed themselves to her open cunt and clitoris. "OOHhhh! OOHhhh!" she moaned.
Quickly her hands pulled against the back of his head. She pulled his mouth and lips in closer, deeper. Wetly his tongue moved. It searched out, found the aperture leading up into her body. Then it stabbed salaciously, began drilling and boring-deep into her.
"OHHhhh, GOD!" Noreen wailed. Already her entire cunt was spasming. It was clenching vise-like around his deeply implanted tongue. Oh, if only his tongue was bigger, longer! She craved to feel it licking slickly at the hot, moist, delicate inner flesh deep in her vagina. She would give almost anything to feel it darting and probing at the slit of her cervix far inside!
Finally the first series of spasms was over. Her stiff body relaxed slightly as his tongue went madly to work on her. Slipping his tongue out of her cunt, Randy moved his mouth upwards. He attached his lips to the erected protuberance of her hard clit. Slowly he began gnashing at it with his strong lips. He used the fine keen edges of his teeth to nip at it sharply, then began rubbing and kneading it, pressing into it with his firm, straight-stabbing rubbery tongue.
Noreen went wild! For a beginner, she would never have believed such a thing possible. Again her cunt spasmed and convulsed. Warm liquid began exuding, running from her cunt. It flowed outward and rolled onto his chin. Quickly Randy reversed his mouth's position. As her cunt clenched and vised, he attached his lips and mouth to the spasming, gasping orifice of her cunt. Then he sucked inwards hard; he used his tongue to lick up all of the flowing cunt juice.
By now, Randy was fully aroused. Never in his life had he thought he would actually enjoy eating a woman's snatch. However, now that he was doing it, he felt thrilled beyond measure. He looked down. To his amazement, his prick was all hard and ready again. God, but how this woman turned him on! He would never have believed that his cock could become erect again in such a short time.
Randy's tongue flicked forward. The tip of it began teasing moistly again against the round bud of her clitoris. Noreen wrenched wildly, savagely. It was almost as if a jolt of electricity had passed through her body. "OHhh! OHhhh! It's so good!" she moaned.
She sucked in her breath with a gasp as his fingers parted the soft, dripping wet lips of her cunt. Randy's breath felt hot as he breathed on the open, delicate, wet tissue. Again he drove his hard, pointed tongue deep into the confines of her open cunt. This time he speared it mercilessly in and out of her with the rapidity of a fast-moving piston. Noreen began responding immediately to the torturous, rapid tongue-fucking. She grabbed at the tangles of his hair and pulled his mouth deeper into the wide open crevice of her hot, aching loins. His tongue was now circling around maddeningly deep inside her. The sleek wet tip was flicking and washing the mucus-wet, sensitive inner walls of her cunt. The sensation was driving her mad. Her hips began to buck and writhe uncontrollably. She began murmuring sweet words of pleasure. Her throat gurgled and crooned with deep "Ahhhh's!" and incredibly soft "Ohhhh's!"
Gently she coaxed the manipulation of his tongue, lips and mouth. She didn't want the delicious feeling ever to stop. Her breasts heaved up and down. Her legs splayed wide open, almost to the bursting point as she jackknifed her knees upward to open her cunt as wide as she could for his warm, sleek, probing, drilling tongue, "OHhhhh! OH, GOD! DON'T EVER STOP!" she cried out through her lust-dazed passion. Again her entire cunt began spasming and convulsing. She felt the cunt juice leaving her walls, bathing his tongue, inundating it, flooding it Again she held his head tightly with her hands as she came off against his deeply implanted tongue and his mouth. She groaned, begged and pleaded with her moans for him to continue.
Now that her luscious cunt was spasming again-and for the third time-Randy could no longer wait. Quickly he pulled his mouth and face away from her widespread loins. His entire chin was wet, glistening with her love juice. Trails of liquid flowed down from his lips, dripped to his round chin. Some of it dripped on her thigh. He looked down at her still spasming cunt and watched as it puckered inwards and out. Her cunt was fully exposed. It was all wet, filled with syrupy juice. The soft rays of light picked up each dewy crystal of beady moisture, enhanced the slick, wet look of her entire wide-open pink cleft.
Randy clambered up between her spread thighs. His cock was big and stiff. It felt just like a fully charged weapon. It was a turgid, straining rod of hot steel. There was no need for him to hold his cock. It stood out straight before him like a round hard bar. He lunged his cock forward forcefully. The round knobbed head cleaved her inner lips, forced its way through the gasping aperture leading up into her belly. Her body tightened and stiffened as he sent his cock soaring through the clasping confines of her gaping channel. The expansion of her cunt reminded her of his huge size and of the fact that she would suffer a bit. However, now she didn't care about the pain. Besides, she had experienced it before, with other very big men. And in a way, the pain enhanced the experience of being punctured by his big, stalwart prick. It added to the indescribable pleasure of being taken and possessed.
Deep, excruciating sensations began flooding through the gates of her wide-open loins. In a way, it was almost as if she was being stuffed with a big fat log. She felt his hard, thickened cock push forcefully into her. Its head was reaching for the midpoint of her craving hole, her moist, hot mucous sheath. Suddenly Randy hesitated, his hard, big prick half buried in her. As he hesitated, Noreen sensed it at once. It was almost as if he were afraid-afraid to proceed to the depths of her womb.
"Do it! Push it all up into me!" she demanded in an encouraging tone of voice. "Send it home and split me wide open. I-I'm ready for you. So, fuck me! FUCK ME!"
As soon as he heard her provocative words, Randy inhaled. He eased his prick back slightly out of her cunt to gain better access. Then he slammed forward with all of his might-inwards forever and totally inwards!
Randy could no longer think of holding back.
There was no room for tenderness. His rampaging cock took full control of his body. He plunged in and out of her tight, moist hole with a driving, maddening lust. He fucked her with a savage, unrelenting power-something he had never experienced before. Her clawing fingers dug into his back. They scratched and tore at his skin. Even her pain-filled groans continued to drive him on. All of it made him drive relentlessly in, pounding and surging ... fucking like mad ... fucking like an animal in frenzied heat!
Noreen's head lifted, then fell back as the rest of her body collapsed under the pressure of his pounding loins. Her mouth opened and she cried out in ecstasy. Oh, how grandly, how wonderfully he was fucking her! She could feel his big, fat prick buried deep up in her belly. It was pounding, hammering and slamming at the gates of her thin, narrow-slitted cervix ... her whole uterus and womb. Suddenly she lifted her head again. Her mouth devoured his shoulder and she sank her sharp teeth cruelly into his firm, muscular flesh. A hot, gushing sensation of combined pleasure and pain streaked through her ragged, lust-torn cunt. It traveled straight up into her loins, her lower abdomen, twisting and knotting, burgeoning and swelling.
To Noreen, Randy had become a cruel, torturous lover. He was ramming a searing, white-hot thick bar of iron through the slithery lips of her wet, viscid opening, reaming her moist, hot hole continuously with unceasing repetition. Gradually as her inner cuntal muscles relaxed and expanded, she became accustomed to the drilling, boring rod. It began to please her that she was able to accommodate such a massive, brawny prick. Christ, she had been fucked by men of all sizes, some of them even pretty big-but never, never had she been fucked like this, by a big, thick cock well over nine inches long!
The intense, searing combined sensation of pleasure and pain continued and increased. It swelled to a crescendo. Randy looked down into her face. He realized that he was about to bring her to the crest of her passion and lust, that she was about to peak into the intense, excruciating agony of prolonged orgasm. With his cock firmly imbedded in her, he slid his hands beneath her buttocks. He lifted them from the floor. Then he clamped his palms and fingers securely around the firm, damp cheeks and drove his prick more deeply than ever into her hot, clasping cunt.
Randy's hips rotated in a slow circular fashion. His big cock dug into Noreen's hot, slippery depths. She responded by grinding her own hips. She tensed and clenched her buttocks, felt his fingers pinching into the soft flesh of her bottom. "OHHhhh! OWMIGAWD!" she screamed as she felt the burgeoning swelling increase and intensify.
A deep moaning sound arose from deep in her throat. Randy felt the rhythmic clenching taking place deep inside her around his entire round cock. Swiftly he lunged forward. His weight mashed her full breasts against his chest. Thrusting his hips strongly forward, he plunged his long thick cock deep into her cunt. Rippling, the soft, moist flesh of her vagina parted as the muscles clenched and squeezed tightly.
"Ohhhh, GOD! Hurry ... hurry-hurry," she shrieked. "C-come with me!"
Wildly she ground her cunt against his pubic bone with a mounting ferocity. "FUCK ME!
FUCK ME!" she yelled. "I-I'm starting to come Shoot your hot, thick load into me-RIGHT NOW!"
Randy frantically rammed his long shaft deep into her belly. His thick, long, hard cock filled up every part of her insides. Noreen ground rhythmically against him. Her inner muscles gripped and squeezed around his cock strongly and coaxingly. She gyrated, twisted her body beneath his long, impaling, thick cock. Finally, half swooning, she felt a great soaring sensation deep in her loins. A wild fantastic explosion seemed to burst deep inside her and spread like a raging fire. It reached into the depths of her entire being ... burst into dozens of smaller, deeper, minuscule explosions ... then grew bigger and bigger all over again!
Noreen groaned as each explosion ignited another like a long string of firecrackers. "OWMIGAWD!" she yelled as she felt her whole cunt convulse and the inner juices begin gushing around Randy's hard, pulsating shaft.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Arrgggh!" Randy gasped and groaned as he felt the hot, thick fluid bursting from his cock. Again and again, his hard cock convulsed. It belched and spewed his hot lava forth, spurted the hot sperm deep into her body.
Randy's prick kept coming and coming. It jetted and sluiced the hot liquid cream forth in thick heavy spurts and globs. It gushed and squirted repeatedly, gasped out whatever liquid had gathered down at the base of his balls, filled her cunt with its warm fluid come.
For Randy, the experience was incredible, astonishing. Where the hell was it all coming from? How could any man's balls manufacture so much sperm? Gasping weakly, he collapsed on top of her. Then he allowed his cock to pump and drain out the remainder of his come.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melody was busy as all hell. She was busy trying to restore life and vitality to the young lifeguard's cock.
At first, she tried to masturbate him. Up and down, her slender young hand whooshed! Her grip on the boy's prick alternately tightened and loosened as she drew her closed hand up and down on his soft, semi-limp cock. Repeatedly the round head of his slippery, purplish glans popped through the loose folds of his wet foreskin. The open-slotted eye stared back at her balefully. His limp prick grew redder as she chafed it gently, then increased the stroke of her hand's movement to quick staccato jerks. "Damn it all," she couldn't help but say, 'Taut that's the trouble with all you men. Once you shoot your load, you're absolutely useless to a girl!"
The young lifeguard stared at her. Instantly shame and mortification struck his face. "Holy Jesus, golly ... what the hell do you expect? At least just give me a chance. Give me some time to get it up again."
To Melody, his plea was exasperating. Always it was the same old answer! Her pussy was still hot. It was hungry and anxious for more. Oh, but what she wouldn't give for some big powerful stud, someone beyond mere mortality, someone with a prick of iron ... someone whose staying powers could exceed these usual one-at-a-time-thank-you ma'am; I'll-be-ready-for-you-in-another-hour-paltry specimens of the male sex. Sure, their cocks and balls were capable of producing babies, but when it came to downright, outright, pure sexual pleasure, what other service could they provide?
Mentally she deliberated the problem. She had been at this point many times before. Finally she sighed. Oh hell, what was the use? If she couldn't restore life to his prick with her hand, then she would have to do so with her mouth and tongue. At least, that was something a girl could always depend upon. True, it might take some time, but sooner or later the reluctant phallus would rise.
And then....
Melody looked up into the boy's face. She saw the look of consternation written there. Obviously the lad was extremely worried. It wasn't only his ego at stake, but his whole future image of himself. God, if he couldn't satisfy one girl, what would his future sex life be like? Thoughts of becoming a monk entered his mind. At least if he chose a sexless life, then this sort of demand wouldn't come up. He'd be safe from all girls and women who expected males to perform like quick repeating sex machines.
Good, thought Melody. At least he had the good sense to feel ashamed and guilty. All men incapable of a quick instant replay should feel the same. What a dreadful mistake Mother Nature had made when she created the two sexes. She had enhanced the pleasures of sex for women by making the female capable of multiple orgasms, by making her instantly ready for as much as she could get. On the other hand, she had denied them the very ecstasy they sought by making the male weak and capable of only one hard-on at a time.
Melody held his semi-limp prick upright. She bent her head. Slowly the narrow pink edge of her tongue snaked out. It darted and flicked at the slick, filmy head of the boy's cock.
The young boy looked down. His eyes bulged in astonishment as he watched the girl's pink tongue flick at his prick. Holy Jesus Christ! She was going to lick his cock! Instantly he stiffened in anticipation. The tip of her tender pink tongue moved slowly. It darted and licked, then it curved down slightly and began licking the wet, filmy glans.
Umm, thought Melody. His cock was still all wet. She could actually taste the residue of his sperm, smell its pungency. At the same time, she could taste the slightly alkaline juices of her own cunt. Suddenly a familiar feeling of wanton lasciviousness coursed through her. That's what she hated most about sucking cock. Often, like now, she had to do it in order to get the guy worked up and started again. However, once she started licking and tasting cock, then she found herself liking and enjoying it, becoming excited by it. Truthfully, she had always enjoyed sucking cock. Sometimes she thought she liked it even better than getting fucked. And a part of her suspected that it was this way with many other females, too. But then always came the same old quandary, the same age-old question. Should she take it in the mouth, let the prick detonate and ejaculate there and swallow it down? Or should she insist upon taking the guy's sperm right up her cunt instead?
Melody's long tongue darted outwards. It crept in a tantalizing fashion up and down the broad length of the underside of his cock. The boy's legs and thighs twitched. His thigh muscles went rock-hard. Deliberately her tongue paused at the base. It traveled in a teasing circular fashion around his balls. The boy moaned softly.
Melody's eyes widened. Her nose was practically buried in his crotch. She could smell the acrid aroma of sweat and gland juice from between his legs. It was a slightly bitter, ammonia-like smell. When she first began sucking cock, she resented the odor. She found it foul, repulsive. However, now that she was accustomed to sucking cock, it was something she found flavorsome. Instantly her nostrils flared. They drew in the heavy, musky smell, savored it, inhaled it deeply.
The young lifeguard could feel the tip of her tongue licking around his hairy balls. Gosh, what a fantastic sensation! It made his whole body feel like jerking and twitching. One of the curled hairs surrounding his cock and balls became caught up and enmeshed between her teeth. Casually she stopped, picked the hair out from between her two teeth with her fingers, resumed licking his cock.
Deep below, down in her cunt, Melody felt the increasing arousal. Holy shit, she thought. Here we go again! Now she knew it would be only a matter of time before she stopped licking his cock. Even if his prick stood up erectly like a round iron soldier, right now she knew that she would proceed from licking his cock to actually taking it into her mouth and sucking on it.
For Melody, it was always a dilemma. God, how tiresome it was, always having to decide between sucking a cock or being fucked by it. Fortunately, in her case, things weren't quite so bad. Unlike many other girls, she could reach orgasm and come just as satisfactorily while sucking cock as when getting fucked by it. The reason for this was that she enjoyed sucking and teasing a guy's cock along. In a way, a part of her was very sadistic-just like her mother. She loved teasing and working a guy's cock up, then keeping him on the brink, being in control of things. Then when she was ready and her teasing instincts had been thoroughly satisfied, she enjoyed the copious discharge, the heavy outflow of thick come which her subtle teasing had engendered. Of course, it was never quite the same as when you were fucked by a cock. There was no feeling of being stuffed or crammed, no sensation of being filled completely in your cunt. Still, in its own way, sucking a boy's cock off to completion provided some very unique, thrilling satisfactions of its own ... especially when a girl watched the boy's face as she swallowed his come down. And sometimes it provided even more intense orgasm than when a girl got fucked. More, too, The boy watched as Melody's mouth opened. Her full lips and her open mouth hovered over his cock. Warm wafts of air blew onto it. Jiminy, if only she would put his cock into her mouth. If only she would suck on it for him. He had never had his cock sucked off by a girl before. Suddenly the boy felt his prick filling out. It didn't grow hard and stiff, or reach its usual size, but it ballooned out into a limp sausage-sized shape. Gee whiz, if only she would suck his cock ... let him shoot off his load of come into it!
The narrow edged tip of Melody's tongue slipped slowly down into the open wet slot at the end of his cock. His cock still wasn't completely hard, but it was beginning to drool. Again the boy's body stiffened and tensed. His eyes bulged as he watched the tip of her tongue make contact with the bland, oily fluid oozing and seeping up out from the tip. Golly, his cock was leaking. He could see the thick, filmy drop seeping up from the dark slot ... and the tip of her tongue was actually dipping right down into it!
The lifeguard had heard lots of stories about cocksucking. Usually his friends said that they liked it a hell of a lot better than just fucking a girl. "Man, when you've got your cock buried in a girl's mouth," had said one of his friends, "God, there just isn't anything like it! Besides feeling her tongue, you can feel her smooth lips and the inner parts of her cheeks. Also you can actually feel her sucking your cock, trying to siphon the come out of it. And then ... God, when you do finally come, why it's ... it's like heaven and paradise all rolled up into one."
There was a maddening urge to just place his hands on top of her head. Everything deep inside of him wanted to push her face and mouth down and over his cock. Teasingly her tongue lapped up some of the oily fluid seeping up from his cock. Her tongue curled upwards and in, taking some of it into her mouth. Holy Mother of God! He had never seen anything so lascivious, so salacious in his life! She was actually tasting it! Swallowing it down!
The young lifeguard couldn't take it anymore. He began groaning in a dismal, pleading voice. His eyes begged and asked. Smiling, Melody opened her mouth again. This time her open mouth descended. As she held his cock upright with her hand, her full lips clasped the shiny head of his cock. Then they began to spread out over the wide swollen crown as she slowly took his cock into her mouth.
The youth froze. He could hardly believe it was actually happening. Slowly his mouth dropped open. He stared as her lush lips parted and stretched, as they slowly descended down along the round barrel of his gleaming cock.
Soon Melody had more than half of his cock in her mouth. Her throat began gurgling. It made soft crooning sounds, as she began sucking gently on his cock. Again the boy stiffened and tensed-even harder this time. He marshaled all of his mental faculties and concentrated on the smooth, delightful sensations of her soft, warm-wet mouth clasped about his cock.
Melody could tell that the boy had never had his cock sucked off before. She had suspected it right from the first. A wave of ecstatic delight passed through her. Chills ran up and down her spine. Boy, what a time she was going to have with him. She was going to tease and torture him to blissful death! There was absolutely nothing in the world as wonderful or as satisfying as being the first girl to suck off a boy's cock. God, the sensations which her mouth and tongue would impart to his cock would send him right out into orbit. It would drive him right up the wall. And she knew how much this would please and satisfy her, how ecstatic it would be. Why, she would be reaching one orgasm after the other! She'd be spasming, climaxing like mad just watching his face and the expression in his eyes, witnessing the torturous, excruciating agony and pleasure which her young mouth and tongue would stir up in his whole body.
The boy watched Melody carefully. The feeling of having his prick in her mouth was smooth and slippery. Inside, her mouth was all warm and wet. Her lips moved slowly, slithering up and down. Suddenly the boy felt his prick beginning to surge. It began growing, filling out. It grew stiffer and harder. It kept growing and began achieving its true size in her mouth. Slowly her lips widened and stretched. They formed a wide oval around his large cock, began straining at the comers. Holy God, thought the boy. It almost looked as if her lips would burst. If his cock were just one inch thicker in diameter, he was sure that her mouth would begin tearing at the comers!
Melody decided to be devilish. His cock was hard and rigid now. It was leaking like crazy, dribbling in her mouth. She slid her lips slowly down lower along his entire hard, round cock. Her lips stretched wider and wider. Carefully she poised the swollen, congested head of his cock right at the entrance to her throat. Then she slipped it inside the tight, constricted opening. Swiftly his hard cock jerked. It inserted itself into her throat. Looking upwards, she studied the boy's face, the look of startled stupefaction in his eyes. Then, without even realizing it, she went into her first series of mind-blinding, nerve shattering convulsions and orgasms.
The boy could hardly believe it. The head of his cock was deep down in the sleeve of her throat. His eyes bulged as his body jolted. Gently Melody withdrew the boy's big knob head from the tight, constricted oval of her throat. Even though she wanted to tease and excite him, she didn't want him to come too soon.
The boy continued watching as Melody's head moved slowly up and down. Dumbfounded, he watched his cock slide in and out of her mouth. His prick was incredibly hard. It was all wet, glistening from the saliva in her mouth. God, what a salacious sight. It was something he had dreamed about almost all of his life. His hard, round, shining cock slid, disappeared into her mouth. Inside, her mouth felt warm, smooth, velvety. Teasingly her pebbly tongue circled the wet glans of his penis. The sensation of her gliding, grainy tongue was very exciting, satiny. Softly the boy started groaning. God, his whole prick was actually in a girl's mouth. Her tongue was licking, circling and tasting his cock. His mind thrilled at the very thought of it. The whole thing was so erotic. He just couldn't believe that a young, beautiful teenage girl was actually sucking on his cock.
Soon his prick was leaking like all hell. It was practically drooling in her mouth. Pulling her lips up and back, Melody deliberately opened her mouth. The boy looked down with wide open eyes. He stared as the colorless, oily fluid oozed, pumped up from the small open slot, spilled down over the purplish round sides of his lopsided, filmy glans. Expertly Melody kept licking it with her tongue. She lapped up all of his oozing, slimy juice. Then she stared at him lewdly with a mean, beady gleam in her eyes.
The boy's cock continued emitting its bland fluid. His cock dribbled and flowed in her mouth. Quietly her tongue worked. Her cheeks hollowed as she siphoned and sucked up the slimy leakage. Sliding her lips up and down, she kept mixing the fluid with her saliva, then she swallowed it all down. The young boy stared down at her with a sense of awe. Christ, he could hardly believe it! He had never seen or experienced anything so sensational, so downright sexy and salacious in his whole life!
Calmly Melody looked up at him. She was having the time of her life and her eyes were sparkling. Suddenly the boy stiffened and tensed like a rock. He felt the tension building up in his loins. His cock started throbbing and beating in her mouth. Smiling, Melody plunged her bps fully downwards. She encased his entire hard, throbbing prick with her warm smooth mouth.
The boy's hard cock started swelling and straining. It pulsated strongly. Jesus, he was about to come. He was going to explode just like a rocket and come right inside the girl's mouth!
The boy started groaning. Perspiration broke out all over his face. As his body tensed even more, he grasped her head between his hands. Christ, he could actually feel himself getting ready to come. Swiftly the hot sperm swirled up from his balls. It surged into the base of his cock. Oh God ... it was all beginning to happen-right now! His entire prick was tingling. It was straining like crazy!
Suddenly a keen, excruciating feeling entered the boy's groin. He groaned harder, prepared himself as tiny pinprick sensations began suffusing his whole hard cock, as it started twitching and jerking.
Calmly Melody kept her full lips clasped tightly around the thick hard column of his cock. Her lips and mouth stopped moving, but her tongue circled his swollen, turgid glans torturously, coaxingly. Again her cheeks hollowed inward as she siphoned hard. She stared up at him deliberately as she braced and prepared herself to accept the first gushing spurts of his warm liquid come.
The boy's brain reeled. He arched himself as the tremendous swelling sensation overtook his entire cock. His hips leaped. His groin bucked up ward. Calmly Melody held his cock firmly at the base. She sucked inward, siphoned even harder!
Frantically the boy held on to her head. His lips twisted and he gritted his teeth. HOLY JESUS, GOD! HE HAD NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE IT! Again and again his cock swelled and pumped, exploded, spurting its thick globs of thick liquid white come. His hips lurched and moved rhythmically with each pumping swell, each gigantic burst ... each jet of thick fluid leaping from his prick!
Melody held on to his cock grimly with her hand and with her mouth and lips. Avidly her soft young mouth accepted each surging burst, each strong gush of thick white sperm. Then when her mouth was half full, she just looked up and stared at him. Winking at him, she studied his face and watched the expression in his eyes as she started swallowing his pulpy white gruel.
The boy's face was pale. His fists were clenched hard. His entire body was shaking and shuddering. Looking down, his eyes stared. He watched as her adam's apple bobbed up and down. Holy Jesus Christ! She was actually gulping and swallowing. She was swallowing, drinking his warm liquid come down into her stomach and belly!
The youth fell limply back. His broad shoulders rested against the wall. Jesus, he could still feel his cock pumping. Somehow he felt staggered and numb. His prick was still squirting, spurting his warm liquid juice. God, now it was finally just pumping weakly ... but still it was spilling out more thick white come into the girl's mouth. Teasingly Melody opened her mouth wide. She allowed his eyes to take in the sight of his own warm liquid semen lying in a pool in her mouth. Gasping, the boy shuddered. Christ, what a fantastic sight! That was his own sperm lying there deep in her mouth! His come was all pearly white. It was thick and it looked just like liquid paste or milky white starch. It was bubbling and frothing, running between her gums and teeth. Jeez, what a minx ... what an absolute she-devil the girl was! She was deliberately teasing him with the sight. She was teasing him with the salacious, lust-provoking sight of his own warm liquid come swishing around in her mouth. Suddenly he gasped as she tilted her head slightly back. The pearly white semen rolled back down along the sides of her tongue, over the top of it. It rolled back, gathered in a pool at the entrance to her throat.
Slowly Melody tilted her head further back. Looking at him with a mean, beady stare, she deliberately gulped all of his come down in one long, delicious swallow!
Barney Doyle was the assistant manager of the hotel. He was forty-five years old. He had been working for the hotel for better than twenty years. In all of the time he had been working there, he had seen many unusual, even some very strange and funny sort of things. But never in his life had he ever witnessed anything as compelling or as fascinating as what he presently was seeing.
Barney had just closed the door behind him.
He had come down to the basement to see why the lights to his office weren't working. As he stood there at the top of the landing, he had a clear, unobstructed view of the whole basement. The lights in the laundry room were on. Curiously, he craned his neck. He peered into the room to see who was there. And then he got the shock of his life.
God Almighty-it was one of the hotel junior lifeguards. The boy was only seventeen and his name was Eddie. Eddie was sitting on top of a pile of soiled laundry. He was leaning with his back up against the wall. His mouth was open and he was groaning. Oh, my God, thought Barney Doyle. The kid must be sick or something. The groans coming from his mouth and throat sounded as if he was dying. Suddenly his eyes picked up the golden sheen of something shiny and blonde in his lap. Christ, what the hell did he have there, anyway? A wig or something, maybe a mop? His body froze as his eyes finally discerned what the moving shape was. Why-by God-it was the head of a girl! The girl had her head in his lap and for some reason her blonde head was moving up and down!
Suddenly the reality of what was really occurring hit him. He recognized the pert, upturned nose, the forehead, and the wide blue eyes of the girl. As far as her mouth and chin were concerned, they were lost to his vision-because something was stuck into her mouth. Holy God, it was that cute, voluptuous young blonde teenager. It was the daughter of that aloof, attractive woman in room 722, named Noreen Stanton. It was Melody Stanton-and she was sucking off the cock of one of his junior lifeguards I Barney Doyle began trembling all over. He was shocked. He began feeling pretty weak, so he sank down and sat down on the first step below the landing. Jesus, what a thing to walk in on! His heart started pounding in his chest. It thudded dully as he continued watching the two teenagers. So far, neither of them was aware of his presence. In fact, he doubted if either of them heard the closing of the basement door. No, they were far too busy. And both of them were lost ... off in a world of their own.
Quietly Barney Doyle sat there. His wide bulging eyes watched the spine tingling, erotic spectacle. God Almighty ... but could that teenager suck! Eddie looked as if he was in seventh heaven! Up and down her young lips slid, slowly and teasingly. The boy's cock slid, disappeared entirely into her mouth, reappeared again, shiny and glistening in the light like a big, fat sausage. As far as the boy's face was concerned, his eyes were wide open. They were staring, rolling around in his head ... and even his mouth was drooped open. All of a sudden, Barney began to feel his own cock surging to a hard-on in his pants. Why, God, he had never seen anything so salacious, so lewd and downright lascivious in his whole life. It was just like watching a stag movie or something-only in this case, the participants in the sex-filled, frenzied action were both real. They weren't just images or facsimiles up on a silver-beaded screen. Instead they were real people ... and they were both kids that he knew!
Barney Doyle remained completely motionless. A trail of saliva escaped from the comer of his mouth. Jeez, what a blow job! Melody Stanton's head was moving up and down very, very slowly now. It was obvious that the young lifeguard was about to come. God, it was enough to make any man's mouth drool. Calmly he wiped the spittle from his mouth with the sleeve of his coat jacket.
Suddenly he could see it all beginning to happen. Eddie froze. His mouth dropped wide open. His legs, his entire body, went stiff. His eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of his head. Down below in his lap, Melody Stanton's lips and mouth stopped moving up and down on the round, gleaming barrel of the young boy's cock. They remained there steadfastly, poised just about mid-center of his prick. Oh, my God, thought Barney. The young punk was about to come. He was about to climax and the young teenage Melody was actually preparing herself. She was coaxing him with her lips, urging him to explode and shoot off, to come in her young, tender, teenage mouth!
Within moments, the young lifeguard's body began shuddering. His hips and loins leaped and bucked as he held the young girl's head tightly between his two hands. A series of long agonized groans escaped from his lips as his body began convulsing, as his cock detonated and began exploding, shooting and spurting his warm, pent-up liquid come directly into Melody's beautiful, lush young mouth.
After it was over, Barney Doyle felt quite shaken. Trembling, he withdrew a handkerchief from his pants pocket. He wiped the sweat from his brow. Holy Jesus-what a nerve shattering, mind-blazing spectacle! Young Melody Stanton had just allowed the young punk to reach climax and shoot his entire load into her mouth! Then, with a savage wantonness, she had just opened her mouth. She had deliberately allowed him to look down and see his own sperm in her mouth. Then with a devilish, smiling gleam she had just gulped and swallowed it all down!
Weakly Barney Doyle got to his feet. Jeez, what an experience it had been, just sitting there and watching. Somehow he felt like some perverted voyeur. Down in his pants, his prick was iron-hard. It was straining just like a crowbar against the front material of his trousers. And it was throbbing hard! God, he couldn't wait to get back to his office. Besides having to masturbate, he had to think things over ... determine what he was going to do with this newly acquired information he had just picked up concerning the young, voluptuous teenage girl-Melody Stanton!
CHAPTER SIX
Melody was walking past the pool. It was close to eleven o'clock, and all of the hotel guests were either inside or up in their rooms. Unfortunately, she had been unable to arouse the young lifeguard, Eddie, for a third and final bout. Even though both of them had skipped supper in order to keep trying, all of her efforts were useless. The seventeen-year-old boy's cock just wouldn't get hard again. It refused to get up. By nine o'clock, Melody stopped trying. With a sigh, she dismissed him. Then she ran out to a hamburger joint for a snack before returning back to her room upstairs.
Melody and her mother always maintained separate rooms whenever they went anywhere. In the long run, it always proved best. That way both of them could have their freedom. They could come and go, do whatever they pleased-bring lovers to their rooms and whatever.
Melody looked at her watch. It was ten minutes to eleven. She smiled. Surely by this time, her mother would be through with the handsome nineteen-year-old she had deliberately teased and worked up for her earlier that afternoon. Grinning, she thought of the handsome youth named Randy. God, what a magnificent cock he had. Christ, just letting him make love to her-just handling, squeezing and chafing his cock-had gotten her all worked up and excited. Boy, it wasn't every day that a girl got a chance to handle a cock like that. By gosh, his cock was so big that when she first saw it all hard, she almost fainted. However, a promise was a promise. This afternoon and tonight had been her mother's turn. Tomorrow, she could have her own turn with him, do with him whatever she wanted. In the meantime, just to satisfy the gnawing hunger in her cunt which playing with such a huge cock had brought on, she had sought solace and relief from the much younger youth, Eddie, the junior lifeguard.
As she walked alongside of the pool, a soft whistle of masculine admiration greeted her ears.
"Hi there, chick. What are you doing out here by the pool at this time of night?" asked a husky voice.
Melody stopped walking. She turned her head. The voice belonged to Pete Masters. Pete was the senior lifeguard. He was twenty-three years of age, good-looking and attractively muscular. As senior lifeguard, Pete Masters was responsible for the safety of the guests whenever they used the pool. Among him and his two younger assistants, Eddie and another boy of seventeen by the name of Charley, they did a pretty good job of keeping things safe at poolside. Also they did a pretty good job keeping the guests happy and satisfied, supplying them with drinks, towels, suntan oil, lounging chairs and the rest.
Pete Masters walked out from the darkness beyond the soft lights from the pool. "I said-hi.
What are you doing here all by yourself at this time of night?"
Melody gazed at him coolly. She felt attracted by his brawny, athletic-looking body. She realized why he had been hired and why he was working at the hotel. To begin with, the lifeguard in charge had to be over twenty-one. That was the State law. At the same time, Pete Masters had a very appealing body. It was something for the women guests staying at the hotel to admire and fantasize about ... even do something else about, if they were so inclined.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not doing anything. I'm just on my way back to the hotel and my room," she replied.
Pete Masters laughed. He was still in his lifeguard swim trunks. Suddenly the lights went out by the pool, plunging them into darkness. He stared at her in the dim light reflected by the moon overhead. "Well, it's a good thing you weren't thinking of using the pool. Officially it closes at ten o'clock ... and the lights go out at eleven."
Melody looked down at herself. She was still dressed in her short minidress. "How could I go swimming? I'm not dressed for it."
Pete Masters' pearly teeth flashed in the darkness. He moved closer to her and Melody picked up his manly scent. "Well, sometimes the teenagers go in just after the lights go out," he said. "The girls just strip down to their panties and bra and the boys strip down to their shorts. Since the lights are out and it's dark, usually there's a lot of splashing and chasing around. You know ... the fellows trying to get into the girls while it's dark ... lots of giggles ... and things like that."
Melody studied his bronzed body in the reflected moonlight. She was certain that he had stopped her for a specific reason. It wasn't just conversation he had on his mind. "Say, you know ... that isn't a bad idea. Right now, I'm all sweaty and bushed. I could probably use a swim."
Pete Masters' eyes lit up. "Well, strip down to your bra and panties. I'll even join you, if you like."
Melody had heard lots of stories about Pete Masters. As chief lifeguard, he had quite a reputation. Rumor had it that practically every woman and wife at the hotel had chased after him, at one time or another. And many had taken him to bed. Also, one of the young teenage girls was circulating some very interesting information about the size of his cock. "Man, but is he well-hung! If you think he's built like a bull from the waist up, wait until you see what he keeps hidden in those swim trunks of his," she had said.
Idly Melody brushed her blonde hair back. She wondered if the story about the size of his cock was true. She sighed, then began unzipping the side of her short dress. "Well, I guess it'll be all right." She giggled. "Even if somebody passes by or looks, I doubt if they'll be able to see anything in the dark."
Pete Masters smiled at her. He was very close to her now, and she could almost see the anticipation building up in his eyes. "It's perfectly all right-as long as you keep on your bra and panties. At night, no one can tell the difference in the dark. Also the trick is to keep things quiet, not to attract any attention. Don't splash around too much ... just glide around and swim in the pool." Melody began questioning the wisdom of her decision. As intrigued as she was by the handsome lifeguard, she didn't care much for Pete Masters. Usually good-looking guys like him were cocky and much too sure of themselves. Besides being cocky, they were often conceited as all hell.
And that meant only one thing. All she would be to him was another conquest, another good-looking piece of ass, something to brag about later. And a part of her didn't like the idea of that very much, for she much preferred doing the conquering herself.
Oh well, what the hell, she decided. Besides, why not find out about that cock of his, once and for all? "Okay ... just give me a second," she said as she pulled her fight dress up over her shoulders and head.
Pete grinned. Boy, was this one going to be a pushover! Quickly his prick surged out into an erection. It stood out in his swim trunks like a big bar of iron. Pulling her dress off her arms, Melody kicked away her sandals. Then she gasped slightly as she saw the big hard bulge in his swim trunks. "Say, I'll bet the swim will do you some good, too. You look pretty sweaty and worked up yourself," he said to him with a wink.
Pete chuckled. He had noticed her eyes dwelling at his crotch. "Yeah ... I am kind of all worked up. It's been a long, strenuous day. And I can use the exercise."
Melody stared and watched his body profile as he stood by the edge of the pool. Whoever the girl was who had started the rumor, she was right. Pete Masters did have a pretty big cock.
"C'mon. Last one in gets chased around the pool," he said.
Melody turned. She poised herself, prepared to dive into the pool. Suddenly she heard the dull plock of his big, heavy body as it hit the surface of the water. A quick splashing sound followed as he kicked his heels and began swimming in the water.
Quietly Melody slipped into the pool, feet-first. Unlike him, she was serious about not wanting to attract any attention by making unnecessary noise. "That wasn't very fair," she said. "You were jumping into the water before you even finished declaring the challenge."
Somehow it was a heady night. Submerged in the cool water, Melody felt calm, reflective. Christ, what difference would it make if he did make a pass at her? What could possibly happen while swimming around in a pool? Perhaps a few grabs or feels, but certainly nothing of any importance. Besides, if he did, then she would get a chance to do the same to him. She'd pull his cock right out of his swim trunks, drive him mad by playing around with it.
Pete dived. His dark shadowy form disappeared under the water. Suddenly he was all there-behind her, locking his arms around her. "See, I caught you right away," he said.
Melody began realizing that he was pretty slick. God only knew what other tricks he had up his sleeve. Pete Masters was not only very sure of himself; he was actually suave. "All right, so now you have me," she said with a soft laugh.
His big hands cupped her breasts from behind. They slid in from the sides of her bra, began squeezing the soft round spheres. "Jeez ... give a girl a chance, will ya...?" Quickly she sneaked out from under his hold. She raised her arm, swam and turned.
Pete Masters laughed. He swam after her, shoved her against the side of the pool. Before she even caught her breath, Melody felt his brawny, wet, naked cock pressing into the soft flesh of her thigh.
"Jiminy!" she gasped as he began prodding at the elastic of her panties with the swollen head of his prick.
Again Pete Masters laughed. He did have some pretty cute tricks up his sleeve. It was deep where they were. Melody began treading water with her feet. He held her solidly up against the side wall of the pool with one arm. With his other hand, he snaked his hard cock under the elastic of her panties.
Before she even knew it, Melody felt the swollen head of his cock prodding at her wet, pouting slit. Jesus, but was he a fast worker! Once again the lust thundered through her brain-also in her loins. She was still sensitive down in her pussy. The void was still aching to be filled again.
"You're crazy," she said to him. Her breathing was a little harder. "How can we screw around in the water?"
"Just trust me and let me do what I want. I've done it dozens of times."
Melody could easily believe it. She stirred as she felt the first waves of deep sensual sensation. His cock was still snuggled between her legs, under her panties. She groaned, flung her arms around his neck. She lifted her parted lips to his mouth. She gurgled gratefully as his tongue pressed firmly into her mouth, pushing and circling her own tongue.
Pete Masters' hands were everywhere. They were squeezing her breasts, stroking long caresses down her twisting torso. His skilled fingers explored her, fluttered expertly into deep, moist, intimate recesses, over round swellings and curves, places where the least touch made her writhe in whimpering response.
Soon it felt as if her skin had caught on fire. Small tingles, Goosebumps broke out all over her skin. Her passion flared and her sense of lust deepened. Desperately Melody squirmed as his hands slid to her thighs, spreading them gently, patting and smoothing them. Then she felt his strong hands slipping under the naked flesh of her buttocks.
His fingers clawed at the smooth, round cheeks of her ass. As his fingers gripped the soft, quaking flesh, he gently raised her and pulled her forward. Deftly the swollen, turgid head of his cock slipped between the wet, sopping lips of her slippery cunt. Again he pulled her forward on his long, brawny pole. The wet, probing head of his cock pushed into the open, gasping orifice of her cunt-began sliding into it.
"Holy Jesus!" exclaimed Melody.
Pete Masters laughed. Slowly he began stroking into her. He buried his cock deeply, right to the hilt-then he began thrusting, pumping, fucking her like mad!
"Oh, Christ!" said Melody as he humped himself into her.
Again he laughed, ramming her, stroking into her, burying his cock with every forward plunging stroke. "Don't move around too much," he said. "I can get at you better if you just remain still."
Melody could only hold onto his shoulders. Her back was pressed firmly against the side of the pool. Somehow she felt astonished. It was really quite a neat trick. His cock felt huge inside her. She was completely penetrated, impaled on it. She lifted her legs, entwined them about him, opened her mouth and decided to cooperate and ride out the storm.
The wall of the pool was holding her up pretty well. Pete Masters kept shoving, ramming, plunging and thrusting. His big cock kept sliding in and out of her. "See-I knew you would be a good one."
"A good what?" she asked as her teeth chattered and her cunt spasmed around his cock.
"A good fuck-what else?"
Melody started panting a bit. It was a damn good orgasm. His big, thick, moving cock had made her climax really hard. "You surprised me," she said. "I never would have dreamed that some thing like this could be done without one of us having our feet planted firmly on the bottom."
He grinned at her. "It's an old trick-something I cultivated years back."
Melody giggled. She wondered if he would last long enough for her to reach another orgasm. She really was beginning to enjoy it now. In a way, she thought, Pete Masters was cute. She could easily see why all the females at the hotel were constantly chasing after him.
Suddenly Pete chuckled. He pulled her away from the side of the pool wall which was supporting her. "Here, hold onto me. Let's go for a swim." Melody thought he was nuts. Desperately she clutched his body with her arms and legs. He leaned his head and shoulders back into the water. He started swimming with a strong backstroke. As he did so, he carefully kept her atop of him, drove his prick deep up into her belly as their bodies slithered and moved in the clear water. "See, now we're really connected. And it won't slip out as long as you keep your legs circled tightly around me."
Melody giggled again. To her, it felt as if she was sitting and riding on a pogo stick. The whole thing was very awkward, but great fun. Obviously he was very experienced at the practice. He knew just how to keep his hips up at the right angle, so that his stiff cock wouldn't slip out of a girl's cunt. Probably he had done this with dozens of girls before. In a way she resented it-but the feeling of his big cock buried almost up in her womb was much too delightful for her to object.
By the time they reached the other side of the pool, Melody was ready to explode. The strange pool-fucking was making her boil over. Pete Masters saw it in her face. He trod water, fucked her furiously for several long moments.
"Have yourself a good one, darling," he said as he kept stroking into her, sliding his big cock in and out of her body.
Melody gasped. She was spasming again. She was convulsing, clinging to him with her arms, legs and thighs. Grinding, her loins rotated and writhed. God, but could he fuck! Who would have believed it? He wasn't even tired or on his own way to an orgasm yet. Golly, what a splendid cocksman he was!
He was studying her face carefully, enjoying himself. "Jesus, but I love a girl who can fuck like you. Your cunt is squeezing my cock like mad."
Pete Masters' cock was up into her belly. It was prodding into her uterus, punching against the small oval slot of her cervix.
Once again, Melody started spasming. God, it was the THIRD TIME!
She was panting much too hard to answer him. One moment he was ramming his big cock up into her, the next he was sliding it down out of her. Again he backed her up against the side of the pool. With one big shove of his cock, he lifted her clear right out of the water and deposited her sitting on her fanny on the tile coping.
"Holy Jesus! How the hell did you ever do that?"
Pete Masters' hand attacked her panties. His fingers clutched at them, began pulling. "C'mon, let's get rid of this flimsy barrier. I want to eat your cunt out," he said.
The wet, clinging nylon tore softly away from her hips and buttocks. She only had her bra on now. Melody leaned back on her elbows as his hands began parting her thighs. She squealed as she watched the tom panties float off and as his mouth closed over her wet, open, slithery cunt.
Within seconds, his mouth, lips and tongue were licking it, lapping her cunt voraciously. Dumbfounded, Melody stared down at his busy head. Jesus, what a guy. He was full of enormous surprises. Softly, sleekly, his lips and mouth worked her close to an orgasm ... close ... closer still. Oh God, imagine getting sucked off by an aquatic nut! Suddenly she started moaning. She began coming again.
Melody could feel the juice from her cunt flowing out over his tongue. He kept his lips and mouth firmly attached to her cunt. She looked down at him again. She felt grateful. Somehow he seemed to enjoy making her come. In a way, it was almost as if her pleasure was more important to him than his own.
God, no wonder the women chased him!
Pete Masters laughed as he mouthed her excruciatingly. "Keep coming, girl! Let's see how often I can make you come."
His tongue slipped deeply into her cunt. It probed, tunneled, began swirling with a sleek, tantalizing feeling. Melody fell back. She kicked her legs, bucking upwards against his hot mouth. Her whole body was jerking from the slickness of the wet swirling sensation. Quickly he grabbed her by her slithery hips. His hands slid slightly as he drew her back closer to the edge of the pool tile. Melody was lying flat on her back. Her breasts started quivering, shaking in her bra cups. Again her entire body felt seared by lust. Pulling at her wet hips strongly, he slid her down from the coping, back into the cool water again. Wetly he slid his big, hard cock into her again. His arms encircled her neck and he began fucking her hotly again.
Melody felt slightly astonished. "Jesus-how the hell do you hold out?" she asked.
His cock was pumping, thrusting, ramming deep into her body again, setting off small electric sparks, small explosions.
"You've got a beautiful body. It makes me want to stay hard in order to enjoy it as much as possible," he said.
His hard cock began throbbing deep in her cunt. "I've been wanting to screw you ever since you got here," he said. "Also I wouldn't mind fucking that attractive, sexy-looking mother of yours."
Melody was surprised by the reference to her mother. She looked at him. She never dreamed that he had even noticed ... that he had been watching her and her mother. She started thinking about her mother upstairs. Probably she was all played out, pooped after her exertions with Randy. Too bad. Boy, would she have enjoyed someone like Pete Masters. Well, maybe some other time. Perhaps they could make it a threesome-maybe even a foursome if Randy were agreeable.
Suddenly Pete shoved her backside hard into the wall of the pool. "Hang on, kid. I-I'm going to shoot my load!"
Melody bit her lip. So what do you know ... there was a limit to how long he could hold out! She felt his arms embracing her hard as he thrust his cock into her with a deep surging. Oh, what a glorious cock! She could feel it right up in her belly again. "Oh, yes. Yes ... yes ... yes! Come as soon as you want. Shoot your hot stuff deep up into me!"
Pete Masters groaned. The groan was long and hard. Melody could feel his cock lurching and straining. His cock swelled. Then it swelled again and again. She felt his sperm gushing, spurting deep into her. His loins writhed and rotated. He jabbed his exploding cock all the way in. He rammed it as he jerked, bucked and grunted. Holy Jesus, she could feel his hot sperm splatting against her womb in heavy jetting blobs. His body kept lunging and humping. His groaning went absolutely wild!
Melody had to strain to keep her legs firmly wrapped around him. God, but was he coming! It was almost as if a dam had burst, as if a river or torrent were being released inside her. Again and again, his mighty cock swelled and convulsed. It exploded deep inside her cunt, shot off his sperm like a cannon. Forcefully the sperm spurted into her. It jetted and sluiced into her young, tender body.
Pete kept it inside her for a long time. The rhythmic convulsions had stopped, and now his cock was merely seeping, draining into her body. Melody looked worriedly over at the hotel. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be anyone around. All of the office and game room windows were black. She looked up at the terraces and balconies with their front facade of sliding door glass. Good, no one was out on their balcony, either ... and no one was at any windows. If there had been, she was sure that they would have known by now ... that someone would have come out to complain or stop them.
Pete Masters didn't seem to be worried at all. He petted her. His hands stroked her buttocks, cupping them, holding them. "Don't worry-at this time, everyone's either asleep or watching the late news on television."
Melody looked at her watch. Thank God, it was waterproof-she had forgot to take it off! The hands indicated that it was a quarter to twelve. "No, you're wrong. The late news is over."
"Well then, thank God for late night shows," he said. "Also late night movies."
Pete Masters sighed. His semi-limp prick slipped out from her cunt. Immediately some of his sperm rose to the surface. It floated off in wispy grayish-white tendrils. He released his grip from her buttocks slowly. "Jeez, but that was a good one. I felt it right down to my toes."
Raising his arm, he grabbed the coping and heaved himself upward out of the water. His body twisted in midair, then he landed and sat on the coping. "C'mon over here. I'm not through with you yet," he said, beckoning her with his finger.
Pete Masters spread his legs widely apart. He reached down, pulled her between them. Taking her head in both hands, he gently drew her face and mouth to his spent, debilitated limp cock.
Melody parted her lips. She placed them on his limp cock. Then she slid her arms about his hips. Gently she took his cock into her mouth. She sucked it, nursed it avidly.
"Say, you know ... you're really quite something," he said as he leaned back on his hands, surrendering himself to her.
She looked up at him, mouthed around his cock. "Why?"
"Well, you sure as hell can fuck like all blazes. And now I see you enjoy sucking cock, too," he said.
Melody smiled. She laved his semi-limp prick with her tongue along the underside.
"Holy Jesus! Keep doing that," he said.
Suddenly his prick started swelling, filling out slightly. Melody grinned. She rolled the hardening cock around in her mouth.
"Jeez, I think it's going to go up again! There must be some juice left in my balls."
Melody went to work on his cock in earnest. She slid her lips along it, masturbating him by keeping them firmly closed over his prick. She brought her hand up, started squeezing and massaging his balls.
His hand crept under her chin. "Here, let me help it along."
Pete Masters took hold at the root of his cock His thumb and two fingers began pumping the semi-hard prick. As she mouthed and licked the smooth head of it, his fingers worked up and down on his spongy stalk. Together they both worked on his cock. He jerked it off and masturbated it while she continued sucking coaxingly.
"Jeez-watch out! I-I think I'm gonna...." The sound of his voice rose in a crescendo. Desperately he clung to his buoyant cock. He squeezed and pumped it with his closed hand. Opening her mouth widely, Melody quietly waited.
Finally the half-hard, rubbery cock exploded. It began spurting its thick white blobs into the air.
Moving in front of him, Melody opened her mouth wider. She caught his first blobs of sperm. Then she attached her mouth to his still spurting, jerking cock. She gulped at the erupting fountain of white jism. She gulped it, swallowed it in haste, gulped again ... kept gulping to get more of it.
Quickly Pete Masters jammed his swollen, erupting prick deep into her mouth. He made her milk it with her lips. "THAT'S A GIRL! SWALLOW IT! DRINK IT ALL DOWN!" His eyes became unglued. They started looking glassy. His voice grew quieter. "That's it! Don't let one precious drop get away. Gulp and swallow down every last bit of my come!"
Melody's mouth and throat was literally filled with his thick liquid glue. She gulped and swallowed as fast as she could. No matter how fast she swallowed, it still wasn't enough. Thickly his liquid white come ran down over her lower lip. It spilled down onto her chin, trickled down the front of her neck and throat.
Jeez, there was no end to it. Where was all the jism coming from, anyway?
Melody felt terribly excited. It had been ages since anyone had come twice in a row in such a short time. And boy, did this guy have come in his balls. He was just loaded with the thick creamy stuff. Strongly she hugged his hips closer to herself. She sucked on his cock, siphoned at it hard. Then as the pumping and the flow of hot sperm subsided, she began licking at it, pulling at it with her bps.
Melody milked his limp prick to the last possible drop.
Pete Masters was panting. His chest was heaving and wheezing. He looked all played out, exhausted.
"Christ, that's the best blow job I ever had," he said between gasps for breath. "Man, what a wild pair of lips and what a crazy mouth you have."
Melody looked up at him. She released his spent cock from her mouth. Then she grinned from ear to ear. "All the better to eat you with, my dear," she said in a hoarse, sultry tone of voice, imitating the big bad wolf from the well known fairytale classic.
Pete Masters groaned. He rose awkwardly, bent over. He reached one hand down to her, then aided her out of the pool by pulling her up by the arm. "Quick, let's get to the bath house. I have some towels there ... and we can dry each other off."
Barney Doyle peered through the blinds of his office window. His body was trembling slightly. As soon as he saw the two figures out by the pool, he snapped off the lights in his office. Then he went over to the window and watched them through the darkened glass.
Christ, it was that seventeen-year-old sexpot, Melody Stanton, again. She was standing there by the pool talking with Pete Masters. What the hell was the matter with that kid, anyway? Was she crazy or something? Didn't she have enough fooling around with Eddie, the younger lifeguard, earlier? Pete Masters was at least six years older than she. He was terribly experienced, dangerous for a young girl of her years. And he certainly was no slouch when it came to taking advantage of young pussy, either. Personally he thought the big cock of his, he'd rip her all apart. She'd be far young teenager was nuts. With one lunge of that safer sticking around boys of her own age, rather than trying to take on someone as experienced and formidable as Pete Masters.
Suddenly the familiar tension overcame his body. It was the exact same feeling he had experienced earlier, when he caught Eddie and Melody fooling around in the laundry room. Holy shit! The lights by the pool had just gone out. Within seconds, his prick got hard. Pete Masters had persuaded her into taking a swim. And now the young, appealing girl was taking off her dress!
Feverishly he watched them as they both went into the water. Even though the pool lights were out, he could see pretty well in the moonlight. Unfortunately Melody Stanton hadn't stripped down to the nude. He felt vaguely disappointed. She had only taken off her dress, so she was swimming around in the pool with her bra and panties still on. Damn it. Boy, would he have loved to see her in the nude. Judging from the way she looked in her bikini everyday, she would be an absolute knockout. Oh well, what the hell could he expect? Certainly Masters wouldn't endanger his job by allowing her to swim alone with him in the nude at this time of night. Christ, what if one of the hotel guests came out on his balcony or glanced down through his window? Then there would be all hell to pay ... and for sure he would have to fire Pete Masters and then report the young girl to her mother.
Barney Doyle's eyes strained in the darkness. Dammit, what the hell were they up to now? At first, Pete had her cornered against the side of the pool. Barney couldn't see much of what was happening, but knowing Pete, he assumed that he was working on her pretty hard. Probably he was kissing and making love to her, feeling her up and all that. In fact, he might even be giving it to her, right there and then ... slamming his big cock into her small tender body up against the side of the pool wall. And all of it would have been pretty safe, too-since both of them were dressed somewhat, and if anybody came along all he had to do was slip out his cock and then pretend that nothing was going on.
In any event, whatever was going on, now it had stopped. And Pete Masters was swimming on his back with the young girl, Melody, riding his swim trunks.
Suddenly his eyes bugged out of his head. Holy Jesus ... she was practically glued to him! Her slender young legs were all wrapped around his hips and ass. Within a moment, he realized that what he was seeing was true. Pete Masters had managed to get his cock into the seventeen-year-old girl. Probably he had slipped it into her while she was up against the wall. And now he was swimming on his back with his cock still stuck up into her body. And Melody was riding his cock serenely, as if everything was perfectly natural. Holy cow, how could it be possible? It was a feat almost impossible to imagine!
When Barney Doyle saw the rest of what happened, he practically went out of his mind. Holy Jesus! Pete Masters had just fucked her like all crazy. He had fucked her while treading water with his legs and feet. Now he had the young teenager sitting on the coping. He had tom her panties completely away. Her legs were all spread out and he was licking, eating her cunt. Barney's prick was as hard as iron and it was throbbing in his pants. Quickly he ran down the zipper. He yanked his cock out. Then he began stroking and rubbing it, chafing and jerking it off as he continued watching the frenzied sex action taking place on the opposite side of the pool.
Again his eyes bulged. Hold Christ, the kid was getting one orgasm after the other. She was flat on her back now. Her legs were kicking in the air. Her hands were holding his head, pulling his mouth in closer to her crotch ... and her whole body was shaking and jerking. Suddenly Barney's own prick began jerking. Quickly be slowed down his hand's movement. He didn't want his cock to go off and start shooting yet.
Before he had a chance to realize it, they were both back in the water. This time, there could be no mistake about what was happening. Barney could see everything clearly in the bright moonlight. Pete had his cock back up into the young girl's cunt again. He had her pressed up against the wall and he was fucking, slamming away at her like crazy!
Suddenly Pete's body stopped moving. Barney held his breath as he watched him lunge himself deep into the young girl. Jesus, Pete Masters was coming! He was shooting his whole load of hot, anxious come deep into the girl's tender, appealing, voluptuous body!
Beads of sweat began appearing all over Barney's face. Some of it started to run down his fat neck in rivulets. Holy cow-what a grand, glorious show. What a superb fuck! Pete Masters' cock was still inside her body. His cock was still pumping, spurting his hot sperm into her. Jesus-but he was coming like a bull. Judging by how long his back and shoulder muscles shuddered, he was coming like a never-ending fountain, a geyser.
Gosh, but was he pumping it into her! A wave of jealousy passed over him.
Why, I'll bet he's pumping more than a full pint into her, he thought. Barney's own cock started acting up again. It throbbed and started beating in his hand. It swelled and strained, then started to convulse. Oh, Jesus Christ! He just couldn't take it anymore. His cock couldn't wait any longer.
Quickly the white globs leaped from his prick. He groaned, held onto his cock tightly. He began shuddering, convulsing from head to toe. "Oh, my GOD!" he exclaimed as the hot, thick sperm burst and spurted from his cock.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Randy didn't know how to get away from the woman. It was well after eleven o'clock. They had been fooling around since almost four in the afternoon. He was tired and pooped! So far, he had reached climax and orgasmed five times. He had shot off his load of come in five full times in less than seven hours ... and boy, was he weak and exhausted!
"Come on ... just one more time. Then I'll let you go," said Noreen.
She slid her hand down his nude body. Her fingers touched his pubic hairs. Randy tried to turn, pull away from her hand. God damn it ... his cock was completely limp. It was all spent. What in the world made her think she could get it up again?
Her hand sought, finally found his cock. She squeezed it softly. His cock was still clammy, covered with moist mucous, and it felt slimy in her hand. She handled it and pulled on it. "Don't worry. I'll get it started for you again."
Randy breathed a deep sigh. "Jeez, I never met anyone like you before, Noreen." Noreen winced at his use of her first name. It sounded familiar, too presumptuous, coming from the lips of a nineteen-year-old boy. She only wanted him to fuck her-not be intimate!
Randy was looking at her curiously. "God, you simply can't get enough of it, can you?"
Noreen's face grimaced in distaste. What did he know about a woman's appetite? "Please don't talk. Let's just fuck."
"Okay, we'll try it once again."
Randy allowed her to play with his cock. She squeezed it, fondled it. His prick wasn't even half-hard. It just lolled there. She pulled on it, slithered its moist, clammy bulk through her closed fist.
Somehow her hand seemed to be dominating him. His cock started filling out slightly. It ballooned, but remained only half-hard. It was almost as if her hand had a will of its own. Skillfully it was compelling what it wanted from him.
"Just a few more seconds and it'll be ready again," she said hoarsely.
Noreen bent her head down. Her long tongue snaked out and started licking his filmy cock. As she licked it, she held it in her hand, felt the size of it very slowly lengthen. Christ, Randy could hardly believe it. He stared down and watched her tongue his cock. He stared in amazement as her hand and smooth wet tongue made it grow and harden.
The fingers of Noreen's hand were forced open as his cock surged and grew. Her head drew back. She looked at it. Then she smiled at him. "See ... now that didn't take long at all. Frankly, I think you just underestimate yourself."
Randy knew that he wasn't underestimating himself. The woman was a magician, a sorceress. She could do anything she wanted with him. She could inflame, incite and arouse him, stir him all up whenever she felt like it. Some women in their thirties were like that-especially if they were extremely attractive and sophisticated. Somehow women like that always seemed to have that magical, special power. It had something to do with their aloofness and pride, the calm, worldly look of experience about them. Boys his age felt it often when they were around women in their thirties. There was something magnetic, alluring about women that age. Often guys watched them and fantasized about them-but never did they ever really expect to have any experience with one.
Randy's cock was as hard as it would get. "NOW!" said Noreen. "Get it into me before you lose it."
Her thighs opened in front of him. Her breathing was deep and quick. Her round breasts were quivering and swaying as she held out her arms to him.
Randy didn't kiss her. He didn't feel like it. He was angry at her never-ending eagerness, her constant insistence. Crouching over her belly between her wide spread thighs, he pushed the head of his cock into her.
Somehow he felt imposed upon. She was using him and his body just like a mechanical fucking machine, an instrument. He wasn't a person and she didn't care for him. All she wanted was his big, tremendous cock. She wanted it deep in her body ... in her mouth, in her cunt ... everywhere.
Noreen gasped softly as the swollen head of his cock pierced and went in. Again his cock felt unusually huge to her. It was stuck into her just like a big, fat, round tree stump. She gripped his big shoulders strongly. She kept her hips motionless, preparing herself to take in the rest of his gigantic cock.
Randy worked his hips. He pushed. He drilled and forced his big, thick, long cock in. He pushed it in, inch after inch ... deeper. He felt the inside walls of her cunt parting and fluttering. They clasped over his cock as it slid in. Deep inside, the soft fleshy walls were clinging with wetness and warmth on the head of his cock. They parted and smoothed out as the channel of her whole cunt expanded to take in his thickness.
"Boy, they say the lifeguard working in charge downstairs has a big cock ... but I'll bet it's not at all as big as yours," she said.
Noreen's voice sounded full of admiration. She was genuinely awed by the size of his big cock. A part of Randy felt proud again, the other part resented the remark. Christ, it was all she could think of. It wasn't he who mattered, but only the size of his cock.
The head of Randy's cock was touching bottom again. It nudged into her cervix, stretched her, pushed back the bottom of her cunt elastically. "Oh Jesus! God, but is that thing of yours BIG! I-I can feel it right up in my belly."
Two inches of Randy's cock were still not submerged in her body. Randy pulled back. He lunged, tried to bury the rest of his cock in her. "OH CHRIST!" yelled Noreen. "DON'T ... don't do that! I-it hurts now! I must be bruised now down there."
Randy withdrew his cock. Fuck it ... what the hell did he care? "I'm sorry," he said.
Suddenly she grabbed him frantically with her arms. "No-put it back in!"
Her face was different. It was taut and flushed, filled with a savage look. Even her eyes were glazed. They were filled with a look of wild, wanton lust and avarice. "DO IT AGAIN! Push it all the way up into me like before. HURT ME!" she demanded.
Randy moved forward. She guided his cock. He plunged-really deep! Again his round glans met the rubbery resistance at the end of her cunt. He pushed and shoved, pushed hard again. Her hips started writhing. She widened her thighs, trying to take in more of him. "MORE! GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT!" she shrieked. "If I could take it before, I can take it again."
Randy pushed his hands under her buttocks. It was the only way to get in deeper. He gripped and pulled at the cheeks of her buttocks. She groaned ... but she wouldn't let him stop. "That's it! Push it in real HARD! GIVE ME ALL OF IT!" Randy's arm and shoulder muscles tensed. He exerted the strong muscles of his back and buttocks. One more inch of his cock pushed into her. It was as much as he ever got into her.
Noreen's breath was rasping in her throat. "SPEAR ME! KILL ME!" Her body shuddered and her cunt convulsed. "TEAR ME WIDE OPEN!"
Her voice was hoarse and desperate. There was a terrible wildness in her face. It looked savage, almost animalistic. Her lust had escalated to an incredibly high zenith. Randy grinned. He reared back and plunged-HARD! Her body convulsed again. Deep inside, he felt the warm liquid juices of her orgasm.
A weird cry tore from her throat as her cunt spasmed harder and tighter. "Jesus! SCREW ME! ... SCREW MEEEEEEE!"
Randy plunged in and out. He thrust deep into her, deeper each time until he could swear that something down there inside of her was giving, ripping. Somehow he felt odd. He felt filled with strength, strongly aroused. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she yelled. "BLAST ME WIDE OPEN!" Randy began enjoying it. Boy, she really dug pain! He began enjoying the idea of it-her wanton cries for more-the feeling of his big prick digging deep up into her, giving her pain, making her cry out with it. Christ, there was no question about the pain. Her lips were twisting cruelly. Her face was filled with it. Jesus, she really loved it. She was actually thriving on it! Oh God, she was spasming and coming again. Her cunt felt all squishy and wet. She was panting, twisting, writhing, jerking her hips wildly.
It was almost as if a mask was ripped off. Her face was wild. She wasn't a woman anymore. She was a wild, savage animal, a tigress in heat. Her cries were yowls of passion, deep lust. The skin on her face was all damp from sweat. Her hair was awry and her teeth were almost snarling.
"Oh, God-stop! STOP!" she cried out suddenly. "I-I just can't ... take ... anymore!"
Her cunt was still spasming and clenching around his hard cock. Randy did as she asked. Again he withdrew his cock from her body. In a way he felt glad. His body was trembling all over.
He was becoming much too overexcited, much too lustful. Soon he would have been slamming. He would have been pounding her to death. So he was glad to end the cruel stabbing into her womb.
Noreen looked as if she were about to cry. Tears, laughter and joy registered in her face, all at once. "Oh God, my cunt is still coming. It's climaxing without you inside!" Suddenly she laughed. It was a wild, maniacal sort of laugh. She flung her arms around his neck. "OH, God ... thank you! What a magnificent prick! Oh, you big stud ... you're absolutely perfect!"
Her body was trembling, still convulsing. "God, I've never come like that ... never! My God-what a prick you have! It punches into my belly like the big fist of a prize fighter!"
Randy looked amused. "Do you enjoy pain?" Noreen looked at him. "Really it doesn't hurt that much. At first it does ... but then, once you get used to it, the pain changes to something else. It becomes erotic, fierce ... ecstatic!"
Randy didn't have the faintest idea of what she was talking about. She cupped her breast slowly with her hands, raised them and offered them to him. "Here, bite my breasts and nipples. Let's see what happens. Bite them as hard as you can. I-I want to see if it hurts ... whether the pain changes or what."
Randy had enough. He didn't like sadism in any form. "No. No biting," he said.
Suddenly she rolled over. She got up on her hands and knees and crouched. "All right. Screw me in the ass, then. Use that big prick of yours on me while it's still hard!"
Randy was tempted. Why not? Her wildness and lust was infectious. He had never screwed anyone in the ass before. Somehow the idea of it appealed to him. It lured him. Besides, his cock was still hard-and he had to shoot off his load somewhere. "All right, get yourself ready," he said.
Noreen almost cried out in joy. Quickly she crouched over. Her heavy breasts hung down as she leaned on her arms and elbows. Randy put his hands on her smooth, soft buttocks. He moved up behind her on his knees. His big, granite-hard cock bobbed in front of him, swaying like a truncheon, feeling full and eager for more. He had been very close to climax when she made him stop ... and now his cock wanted into her body. And it didn't care where, either.
Noreen pressed her elbows down. She hunched herself. The round white cheeks of her ass pushed up and back against the turgid, swollen head of his cock. "DO IT! Push it all into me! Stuff it right IN!"
Randy gripped her hips. The position seemed natural, easy. Holding his stalwart cock, he lodged the blunt head against the small puckered opening.
He pushed!
Nothing! It was no use. The resistance of the I'll small opening was just much too strong. The head of his cock wouldn't puncture it, wouldn't go in.
Noreen braced herself harder. "PUSH! PUSH HARD!"
Randy clenched his teeth. He pushed strongly. All of his muscles corded and bunched as he applied tremendous weight and power. Suddenly he felt the small opening giving. The sensitive flesh of his glans twisted. It bent back. Again he pushed harder. He applied more pressure with his hips and thighs and his back.
Noreen was groaning. She seemed to be in a lot of pain. All of a sudden, the small opening gave completely. The big glans of his cock punctured it, forced its way inward. Quickly Randy gripped her hips harder. Jesus, he was in now. The head of his cock was actually moving inside. Strongly he shoved the entire round head into her small asshole. God, her asshole was so tight, it was beginning to hurt him. Forcing, he pushed in hard again. He shoved his cock forward into her until it felt caught in a tight, clenched passageway.
Noreen was shuddering, quaking all over. "Jesus, it feels just like a big spear. God, it hurts ... but I love it!"
Randy no longer had to force his cock. It was imbedded in the tight ring of her asshole. His prick worked smoothly. He pushed it deeper and deeper into the warm heat and bottomless softness. The interior of her body and the feeling of his cock in her felt strange, alien, uncanny.
Randy stared down at her smooth white back. Her face was hidden completely from view. Even her soft moans and grunts were muffled. Casually he watched her hanging breasts as they swayed to and fro beneath her. God, what a way to have a woman! There was hardly anything personal in it. It was just cold, impersonal fucking. Fucking a female body!
Randy had all of his cock buried in her now. He took long, slow strokes in and out of her asshole. Jeez, what a wild sensation! It felt positively weird. It was just like moving your cock in soft warm butter or mush.
Noreen gasped. "I-I can feel you. God, your cock is so hard and long, it feels like it will reach my chest!"
Randy started sawing at her. Slowly he pulled his cock back. He looked down. He stared at the hard round barrel of his thick cock as he drew it slowly out of her body right up to the bulging rim of his glans. Jesus, what a sight! Her asshole was so tight! The sphincter muscle and the raggedy flanges of her anus came right out with his cock. Gosh, how crazy it all looked! Her anus was all stretched outward. It was clasping his cock, clinging to it tightly ... as if in fear of letting it go. Silently, without even breathing, he pushed his hard round cock back. As his cock slid into her body again, the tight puckered ring of her anus pursed inwards, disappeared from view.
Randy began to feel very horny. He started sawing again, faster this time. He plunged, thrust, slid his cock in and out of her ass. Little by little his mind became less accustomed to reality. Instead all he was conscious of was her tight asshole and the way it was squeezed so tightly around the barrel of his cock. He plunged into her hard and strong, over and over again. Somehow he couldn't believe what he was experiencing. His prick could find no bottom, no resistance deep inside. There was nothing there to stop its deep plunges. He pushed in deep, all the way to the hilt, up to his pubic hairs. God, it was uncanny. There simply wasn't anything there. He looked down at his buried cock again, grinding his pubic bone against her buttocks. There was more than nine inches of hard cock down there inside her ass. He knew that there was more than nine inches because she had insisted upon measuring him earlier. Christ, it was incredible! In a way, it was kind of frustrating, too. Everything was so damn soft, so warm and mushy!
Finally he was slamming into her. His hips bucked and humped. Randy's loins began smacking against the cushioned roundness of the cheeks of her ass. His prick flew. It drilled and bored and whooshed! Faster and faster, it moved. Finally Randy realized that he was on the edge. He was close, very close ... close ... closer ... almost there.
Noreen's body was jolted by his quick, strong plunging and ramming. She was almost ecstatic, out of this world. God, what a fantastic ramming. Boy, but was he giving it to her but good! Her ass, her rectum and colon felt as if they were on fire. Suddenly a weird feeling of pleasure suffused her. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed ... and the cunt juice flowed and trickled down the inside of her thighs. With a thrill, she began realizing that Randy was about to come. Again her cunt spasmed. More juice ran down her thigh. God, he was going to come! He was going to shoot his sperm right up into her ass. He was going to flood the warm inner passage of her ass and colon with his thick, fluid come!
Randy was grunting. His chest was heaving and his body perspiring. Swiftly he slammed and sawed his giant-sized cock into her ass like a madman. Suddenly his cock swelled. It surged and lurched. It exploded and started shooting, belching and spurting his hot come deep into her ass ... and deeper still into her body!
Barney Doyle was having difficulty going to sleep. Visions of boys with big cocks were racing across his mind. Kneeling before all of the big cocks, Melody Stanton remained on her knees. One by one, she took each boy's cock into her mouth. Her full, succulent lips slid slowly and tantalizingly. Each of the boys groaned torturously as she did it to him. Her lips moved faster and faster, furiously-at a blistering pace. Meanwhile, down below, she cradled and squeezed their full balls with her hand. Within seconds, whichever cock she was sucking on exploded. It shot, began spurting its thick creamy white come deep into her youthful, beautiful mouth, deep into her throat. Tilting her head back, Melody Stanton simply gulped and swallowed. She drank down all of their thick come. Then she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
God damn it! The little minx had really gotten to him. Somehow or other, Barney just had to get his hands on her. Fitfully he rolled about in the bed. It was bad enough seeing her do things with someone like Eddie, the young junior lifeguard, but now that he had seen Pete Masters fucking her, sucking her cunt, and then seen her suck and drink up all of his jism, Barney's desire had flared into a wild towering rage. One way or another, he just had to fuck the living daylights out of her ... make her suck his cock ... everything!
The beginning of another vision began ravishing his tortured brain. Melody was still busy sucking cock. This time, she was kneeling on all fours on a bed, with the boy's prick in her mouth. Alongside the bed, another boy was standing immediately behind her. He had his long, hard prick buried into her cunt from the rear, and his hips and loins were heaving back and forth rhythmically. With a wild groan, both of the boys went off. One cock exploded and spurted up into her mouth; the other began jetting and belching its sperm into her body via her cunt.
Jesus, the images were getting worse. His wracked brain was conjuring up the wildest sort of pictures. Standing behind them, the whole group of young boys began masturbating. As each one chafed his cock and got ready to shoot his load, Melody handed him a glass. Then when his cock went off, he shot his creamy white globs of sperm directly into the tumbler. Soon some of the boys began exchanging places with the first two boys at the bed. One would fuck her and the other would let her suck him off. Impatiently Melody called up two more boys. She wanted to fill up the glass with sperm. She made them stand alongside of the bed. Then she jerked both of them off as one boy fucked her and she sucked the other boy's cock. When she was through masturbating the two boys and they were ready to shoot off, she made each of them shoot off his sperm into the tumbler.
Soon the tumbler was pretty full. There were at least two dozen boys. It was literally glutted with thick, glabrous-looking white sperm, As the boys continued exchanging places at her body-one at her mouth, the other at her cunt-she calmly raised the glass filled with thick liquid white come to her lips. Then, savoring it, she gulped and swallowed all of its thick liquid contents down!
Barney closed his fists. He rolled around fitfully in his state of semi consciousness. God damn it!
He'd have to find a way to get hold of her, one way or another. A girl with that much lewdness and wantonness in her nature appealed very much to his strong lustful appetite. She was the epitome of every man's fantasies. She was both harlot and temptress-Circe, the siren who lured men on to their deaths. She knew exactly what excited a man, how to please his lustful instincts best. She was capable of torturing and exciting a man beyond his wildest expectations. She could incite and inflame a man, grant him pleasure-gratify him beyond his fondest dreams.
Melody was tired. She was practically exhausted and she couldn't wait to get to bed and to sleep. She tinned the key to her room in the lock. Then she turned the door knob and opened the door.
Melody almost had a fit when she saw the boy in her room. "Eddie-what the hell are you doing here? How did you get into my room?"
The young junior lifeguard dangled a key before her eyes. "I took the spare key from the clerk's desk. The moron didn't even see me when I snitched it."
Melody was much too exhausted to kid around. She felt irritated by the young boy's presence. "Well, what do you want? Why'd you come up here?"
The seventeen-year-old boy studied her for a moment. He could see that she was irritable, that he wasn't welcome. "I-I came up for some more action ... to see if I could give you more of what you want. You know ... that really wasn't very fair what you did to me in the laundry room. The first time you let me jazz you, things were all right. But God damn it, you wanted a repeat performance much too fast. Then, after you blew my nuts, what the hell could you expect? My cock wouldn't go up for nothin'...."
Melody wondered what she was going to do with the boy. After the frantic, feverish session with Pete Masters, she certainly was in no mood for any more fooling around. "And so now you're rejuvenated, is that it? Christ, Eddie-it's after twelve o'clock. What makes you think I'd be interested now?"
The boy looked at her with a sullen expression. "God, from the way you acted down in the laundry room I thought you'd be ready anytime ... that you just loved getting fucked."
Melody laughed. From the way she behaved, what else could the young punk think? "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm just plain tired. I'm not in the mood for it," she said plaintively. "All I want to do is go to bed and get to sleep."
The young boy considered the situation. He tried thinking of how Pete Masters would handle such a problem. Slowly he walked over to her, "Oh, come on ... just one more time," he said with a pleading look. "Christ, I've been sitting here in the dark for over two hours. I didn't even know when you would get here. Just thinking about it got my cock all hard. Why, even right now, the juice is trickling down my leg."
Melody felt deflated. It was hard to disregard such a desperate plea ... and from such an eager lad. Oh well, what the hell difference would it make? Probably he'd start spurting within a minute. Then she would be alone. And she could go to sleep.
"All right, Eddie ... but just once," she said.
Relaxing, she leaned up against him. She closed her eyes. God, what a day it had been. First it had started out with that crazy cockteasing scene on Randy for her mother. Then it was the fucking and sucking session with Eddie in the laundry room, after she became so excited herself. Next came the frantic, frenzied fucking, sucking and sex play with Pete Masters. Besides being worked up all day, she had fucked and sucked, been fucked and sucked. And Jesus, but what a real job that handsome Pete Masters had done on her! He had made her come so many times that now she was like a limp rag doll.
Melody felt Eddie gathering her and picking her up. Somehow she didn't care. Eddie made sure the door was locked. He carried her, deposited her on the bed. Her body reclined on the mattress, motionless. Soon she felt the weight of his body settling alongside.
It was funny how played out she felt. Her body felt just like a block of wood. She didn't care about anything at all. Even if he wanted to rape her, shove it up her ass, down her throat, she was sure that she would let him. She just didn't care enough to fight or object. She was much too fuckin' tired.
Eddie had spread her legs. He was between them, breathing hard. His hand lifted up her short minidress. "Hey, you've got no panties on. What the hell did you do with them?"
Melody giggled as she recalled her tom panties floating off in the pool. Boy, was somebody going to get a surprise in the morning! Eddie looked puzzled. He remembered her slipping them back on before leaving the laundry room. Finally he just shrugged his shoulders. What the hell did he care what she did with them?
Clumsily he insinuated himself between her legs. He reached down and lifted her thighs and knees. Melody sighed. Already she could feel his was in her. He was shoving, pushing and thrust-prick. It was nudging its way into her slit. Now inside. Suddenly she groaned. What the hell was the matter with her, anyway? She was getting fucked. In a way, one part of her wanted to enjoy it ... but somehow she just didn't have the enthusiasm.
Melody allowed him to work her over. He was thrusting and panting. She knew that he was very excited but she didn't care. She just lay there, quiet and motionless. Finally she felt his cock gushing and spurting. He was caught in a paroxysm of surging, mind-blazing sensation. Still she couldn't respond to him. She just let him shoot off his come into her.
"Jeez-what a good fuck! That body of yours drives me crazy," he said, breathing hard.
Melody closed her eyes. She wanted to sleep. Eddie's prick remained firm. It felt good moving inside her, even if it didn't excite her. Eddie grunted as he continued fucking her smoothly. "Jeez-I'm fuckin' in my own juice. I can feel the jism washing around my cock."
It felt warm lying under him, very pleasant. Melody sighed wearily. She started drifting off to sleep. Never in her fife had she gone to sleep while someone still had his cock in her!
When she awoke, it was much later. The small clock on her night table said 1:30 a.m. The room was completely dark. Eddie had undressed her and she was entirely naked.
A feeling of exquisite well-being was flowing through her entire body. It had been brought on by Eddie's inciting, delicious mouth, licking and eating away at the center of her pussy. God, he was sucking her cunt! She could feel his tongue lapping away at the juices inside. Christ, he was licking up and sucking his own sperm as well, she thought. Gosh, she certainly hoped he liked the taste of his own come. Sleepily she looked at the dark ceiling overhead. She had never been so tired.
Melody raised her head from the pillow and looked down. Eddie's dark head was moving slowly, just under her belly, between her white thighs. Eddie had discarded his clothes. He was naked, too. She saw his big prick in his hand. Jeez, he was jerking himself off as he sucked away at her cunt. He was doing it really slowly, almost as if to just keep it alive and hard.
Melody lay back. She closed her eyes. Ohhhh ... but did it feel good! Her body twisted. She writhed. Now she began to feel as if she would like to come.
She decided to let him know that she was alive. "Eddie-"
Eddie stopped licking her cunt. "Yeah, what is it?"
Melody felt him crawl up on top of her. Their naked bodies were matched, skin to skin, bone to bone. Eddie's big prick nestled between her thighs. The round head slipped into the top of her slit. Slowly she opened her legs wider. "Stick your prick into me, Eddie. I want to come," she said.
Melody was starting to feel horny. Probably he would be delighted.
Eddie began sliding his cock into her. She was all wet from his last come, so everything oozed and squished slightly. Once his cock was all in, he started fucking her hard, driving his pubic bone against her clit.
"Quick! Do it faster! HARDER!" said Melody. "Make me come as fast as you can."
Eddie grunted. Jeez, what a chick. He rammed, slammed into her hard. Melody squealed with de light. "Oh, yes. Give it to me! Gimmee, gimmee-gimmee!"
Eddie labored hard, pumping at her. He thrust, mashed his loins into hers. Melody's cunt started tingling. Boy, now he really was reaching her! He was giving her exactly what she needed. Her cunt started throbbing. Little spasms of sensation raced through her. Small knots chased themselves deep in her abdomen. Good, he was driving her to the edge at last! He was goading her on, fucking her to a grand climax. Suddenly she felt herself giving away. Her hips reared up, bucking as she groaned. God, she was coming! And it was going to be a real beaut, too. Slowly her mouth dropped open. She almost screamed as the torturous, maddening spasms and sensations gripped her and seared her entire being.
Eddie started laughing. He was still fucking her, pronging her with his prick frantically. Melody's arms and legs were all snaked around his body. She was glued to him. She was gasping, clutching at him. Her body was bucking, twisting and jerking. "Oh, Jesus-keep fucking me! FUCK ME GOOD!"
Eddie was panting and breathing more heavily. He slowed his pace as his chest wheezed. Since it was his second time, he knew that he could hold back. He could linger and tarry for a while, drive her crazy if he wanted to.
.Melody's cunt kept spasming. It was almost as if everything was draining out of her. "Keep fucking, you BASTARD! DON'T SLOW DOWN!" Finally the spasms subsided. "Go for your own now," she told him.
Frantically Eddie started humping, thrusting again. He slid his hard barreled cock in and out of her at a furious, blistering pace. Eventually he stopped moving. His prick paused, lying deep in her belly. It throbbed and jerked. Then it went off and spurted the come up against her womb with tremendous force.
Eddie slipped his wet cock out of her. Some of his come flooded down from her cunt. His prick dripped liquid all over the sheet. "Boy-that was a good one," he said as he got up from her sweaty, damp body.
Melody smiled at him. Eddie was a good kid. He'd make a fine man, someday. "I'm going back to sleep now. Why don't you come back tomorrow morning ... before breakfast, I mean."
Eddie grinned from ear to ear. God, she wanted him to come back! What a gorgeous hunk of girl, too! He could hardly believe it. Slowly he nodded his head. He felt very proud of himself inside. "Okay-I'll see you in the morning then."
Eddie was glad that he had met her. He was right from the very start. The girl was a sheer nympho. She just loved having cock fed to her. It didn't matter if it was in her cunt or in her mouth. All she wanted was cock ... and more cock!
He looked at her nude body in the darkness. Her body looked luscious, succulent. It was strange how the eyes could adjust to darkness. Even though it was dark, he could see everything clearly. As he got up from the bed, he cupped one of her naked breasts with his hand. He squeezed it again and again. Then he dressed himself, walked to the door and let himself out.
Melody lay there on the bed. She gazed at the closed door in the darkness. Now, what the hell did she do that for? She didn't want to see him tomorrow morning. Tomorrow she wanted a crack at her mother's playmate. Shit, she hadn't worked so hard on him this afternoon for nothing. Even if she had done it for her mother, she still had an interest in Randy Lockwood. Besides, she had discovered him first. Sharing him had been her mother's idea. And she genuinely liked Randy Lockwood. In fact, she was attracted to him very much.
Inwardly she thrilled at the thought of nineteen-year-old Randy. He was big and tall ... and he was handsome, too. She liked him as soon as she saw him. And boy, what a big prick he had. It had taken all of her resistance not to give in while she was teasing and handling it for her mother. God, Pete Masters had a big prick, but it certainly wasn't as big as his. Mentally she made a note to measure both of them before she was through with them. She'd write it all down in a little notebook, keep records and so on. Gosh, when you came right down to it, Eddie's cock wasn't a bad size, either. After all, anything over six-and-a-half inches was something to brag about.
Slowly her lids fell. She drew the blanket up over her nude body. Oh, God ... and now to sleep. The hell with cocks. She'd think about them in the morning.
Melody was pleasantly exhausted. She fell asleep instantly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Noreen wouldn't let the uniformed boy go. His name was Tom and he was a very young boy. He was from Room Service and he had just brought up her breakfast tray.
It wasn't at all difficult seducing the young adolescent. As soon as she appeared at the door in her sheer, transparent negligee, his eyes practically bulged out of his head. God Almighty ... he could see practically everything through the sheer netted material of her nightgown. She wasn't wearing a bra-panties-or anything! He stood there red-faced at the doorway. He stared at the round pinkness of her full breasts and the two nipples jutting out erectly. Darker pink circles were surrounding them. His eyes fell, traveled the firm round flatness of her curving stomach. They stopped at the dark patch of thick pubic hair forming a matted triangle at the juncture of her thighs.
Before he even knew it, he was in her bedroom, "Here, let me get into bed," she said, scrambling between the sheets. "I always enjoy having breakfast in bed when I'm away on vacation."
The boy's face was still flushed. He had followed her into the bedroom with the tray as she led him there. While walking behind her, his eyes had remained fixed upon her lush, twin white-orbed buttocks. Being pear-shaped and full, they swayed and bounced gracefully as she walked. They swung from side to side in that peculiarly inviting manner which all women have when walking. As his eyes stared, they traced the dark line of the deep crevice separating the moving two masses of firm, fleshy, cushiony meat.
"No, don't leave," said Noreen as the red-faced boy prepared to depart. "I just hate eating breakfast all alone." She patted the firm mattress of the bed. "Here, sit down beside me. It'll only take me a minute or two to eat. Then you can take the breakfast tray back down with you."
The young boy sat down on the edge of the mattress. He felt stiff and tense. He was embarrassed, uncomfortable as all hell. Noreen raised the steel cover from the plate. "Oh, good-the eggs and bacon are just right. Usually the scrambled eggs come up much too soft, and also the bacon is usually burnt."
Noreen spread out the napkin. She tucked it into the top of her negligee. Her hand took up the fork. Deftly she scooped up some of the scrambled eggs. She munched at a piece of dry, reddish-brown bacon, bit into a piece of dark buttered toast. As she ate, the young boy watched her. He didn't move or say a word. Instead he simply stared at her mouth and her lips as her teeth crunched down on the toast, as her mouth and jaw muscles moved and worked, chewing the food. He watched as the muscles and cords of her long slender throat rolled and swallowed everything down.
Noreen ate her breakfast daintily, gracefully. She was careful to allow a few pieces of yellowish egg to escape at the corners of her mouth. Staring at him, her long tongue moved out and licked at the flecks at the comers of her lips in a lewd fashion.
Noreen stared down at the boy's crotch. There was a bit of a bulge there. Good, the boy had a hard-on. Now it would be easier to seduce him, to get him to go along with what she had in mind.
As she sipped her coffee, she fixed her eyes on him. "Tell me, why are you so quiet? Does it make you uncomfortable to be sitting here like this with me?"
The young adolescent stared at her. His throat muscles worked. He gulped and his hands began trembling.
"Well ... not exactly, ma'am," he finally managed to say. "It's ... It's just that...."
Suddenly Noreen looked down at herself. "Oh, my goodness ... I never realized it! I'm-I'm just as good as all undressed!"
A look of relief came into the boy's eyes. At least now maybe she would understand why he was sitting there so quiet and motionless. "My God, you can practically see through everything I'm wearing," she said. "I'm sorry but I never realized that I was dressed like this when I opened the door. No wonder you look so uncomfortable and shy. It's almost as if I'm nude."
The boy's face crimsoned deeper. He really didn't know what to say. All he knew was that he wished the woman would let him go. His prick was pretty hard now. It was twitching and jerking, throbbing in his pants.
Noreen's eyes fell. They gazed at his erection. "Oh, my goodness ... all this has really had an effect upon you. Because of my stupidity, now I've given you a hard-on."
The boy raised his head. He looked at her with a startled expression. Holy Jesus, she had noticed it! He grew flustered, very nervous. Her bold reference to his hard-on upset him. Now what was he supposed to do or say?
Noreen threw her head back. She laughed softly. "Look, don't be so embarrassed. "I'm older than you. I've been married and I'm experienced. Therefore, I can understand something like that!"
The boy's eyes fell. His face grew beet-red, and his hand began trembling more nervously. "Listen, don't be so upset. It's all perfectly natural. Really, it's my own fault. I-I never should have come to the door dressed like this. Neither should I have asked you to remain here and wait while I was eating."
Noreen studied the boy carefully. She could see that he was going to be real easy. "Look, let me apologize. If you want, I'll even take care of the problem for you."
The boy stared at her. His mouth dropped open.
"Look, I'm all finished with breakfast," said Noreen as she pushed the tray away. "And to tell you the truth, now that I've seen your reaction, I wouldn't feel right leaving you like that. It just wouldn't be fair."
The boy from Room Service didn't know what to say. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing, that any of this was actually happening.
Noreen pushed the sheet back from her body. She swung her legs and thighs over the side of the bed, then stood up. "Look, why don't I make you more comfortable? Let me take off your jacket for you. I'll even undress you, if you like."
The boy got up from the bed. He stood there motionless. He was much too nervous and weak to move. Carefully Noreen fingered the lapel on his red jacket. "My, what beautiful material," she said. "One can see that this is really a first-class hotel."
Noreen began to undress him. First, she unhooked the gold buttons on his jacket. Her hands slipped inside, slid up along his chest until they reached his armpits. Then she slid it down over his arms and tossed it aside.
The boy stood there completely still as she continued to undress him. He felt completely numb, awestricken. Casually she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. She tugged it down over both of his arms, slid the sleeves over his hands. The boy was bare-chested. He wore no undershirt. Slowly Noreen sank to her knees. She began untying the boy's shoes. She slid them off his feet, rolled down each sock, eased it off him.
Finally her hands reached up to his pants belt. The boy froze. He went stiff all over as her nimble fingers unbuckled his belt, slid down the zipper of his pants, reached up and began pulling his pants down.
The boy's body began shuddering as he stood there before her clad only in his shorts. Noreen smiled as she saw the bulge arching and tenting the front of the material. "My, but you're really hard. Really, I'm quite flattered," she said. "You know, it isn't everyday that a grown-up, mature woman like me gets a chance to see something like this ... seeing a young boy all hard and excited like that!"
The boy looked down at her with dazed eyes.
He thought she must be out of her mind. What youth would be able to resist reacting to someone as attractive as she? What guy could control getting a raging hard-on with a beautiful woman like her? Who was she kidding? Herself or him?
The boy's hard cock stood out at an angle. Even from her position, Noreen could see that it was more than six inches long. "Goodness," she said. "I had a hunch you would be something special ... but never did I dream you'd be so BIG!"
The boy gazed down at the sight of his hard cock sticking out from beneath his shorts. It was pushing the material out and it was curved slightly. Suddenly he felt proud. Up until now, he had never thought much about the size of his cock. If anything, he thought it might perhaps be a bit subnormal in size. Now, however, his chest filled out. God, what a difference it made when a woman admired the size of your cock! And certainly she must have seen dozens of them in her time.
The young boy's nervousness seemed to leave him. Quickly Noreen began sliding down his shorts. She pretended to breathe rapidly, as if she were very excited. As the elastic from his shorts passed over his cock, it bent his prick all the way down. Quickly it sprang up like a white young sapling as the band from his shorts passed over it and released it. His cock sprang elastically, like a live piece of round rubber. It snapped into an up right position and aimed itself towards the top of the bed headboard.
"Magnificent! I-I can hardly believe it," said Noreen. Inside, she almost felt like laughing. The size of the boy's prick was just about six inches. It was hardly anything to crow about.
The boy looked down as his cock bobbed and weaved before him. A thrill of intense pride coursed through him. God, she thought it was magnificent. And here all the time he merely thought it was small.
Noreen studied the boy's prick. Though it was smaller than she would have liked, it was adequate in size. At least if she took it up into her cunt, it wouldn't bang away at her uterus. And if she sucked it, there would scarcely be any possibility of its going down her throat.
Noreen's talented hands began touching his back. They slid down his spine. Her fingers grasped both of his buttocks hard. She clawed and squeezed them, then separated them. Next, her fingers moved around forward. Her fingers played with his chest, pulled a few hairs, then roamed his young belly. Little by little, her hands and fingers moved further down. They traversed his body, traveled over his thighs.
As her hands traveled from point to point, Noreen avoided any contact with his genital organs completely. She was smart enough to realize that this might be the boy's very first time. And she didn't want him to come or shoot off prematurely.
The young boy was panting pretty hard. Small beads of perspiration began forming on his face. Above her, his handsome young cock strained and throbbed. It changed from white to a soft reddish color. Smiling, Noreen kept skimming his smooth skin with her light fingers. She patted him here and there, on his buttocks, on his flanks.
Finally the tip of her finger went to his cock. His cock was seeping and a drop of fluid had formed. The end of her finger went right to the small, oozing dark slot, touched it gently, then withdrew with a sample of his lubricating fluid. Smiling at him lewdly she passed it under her nose, inhaled. Then she stuck out her tongue and deliberately tasted it.
Noreen was very direct about what she was doing. She knew exactly, precisely what would excite the young boy most. The boy groaned very softly. His eyes almost bugged out of his head. He could hardly believe his eyes. He never dreamed a woman could be so wicked and sexy. She had taken a sample of his dripping manhood, a sample of the fluid seeping from his cock ... and then she deliberately smelled it and tasted it right in front of his eyes!
Noreen saw the expression on his face. She grinned and stood up. So far, there had been nothing sloppy. Everything she had done was neat, carefully calculated to keep him fully aroused, thoroughly inflamed. In a way, she was just like a surgeon at work, coolly working in the knowledge that she was an expert, the best at her trade. Quietly she walked over behind him. She trailed the tip of her wet finger over his shoulder and down over his smooth young back. "Now stand perfectly still. Don't turn around," she said to him.
The boy couldn't see her, but he could hear her breathing. Somehow her breathing sounded very loud in the quiet bedroom. All of a sudden, he felt her soft, gauze-covered breast pressing against him from behind. Something warm and wet touched the skin at his spine. Immediately he realized that it just had to be her tongue.
The warm, wet tongue moved slowly down the length of his knobby spine. The boy felt his skin pucker and tingle. Holy Jesus, what a fantastic sensation! Her tongue felt just like a warm snake. It was slithering wetly, traveling very slowly and very tantalizingly over his goose-pimpled flesh.
Her wet sleek tongue moved increasingly slower. It flicked, traveled in wet, quick darting circles around his back. Stiffening, the boy braced himself. He bit down on his lip as her tongue moved closer and closer down to his buttocks. Finally her tongue was there. It was poised directly at the beginning of the cleavage between his . young buttocks, directly at the bottom of his spine. Again the young boy moaned. He gritted his teeth as her slippery wet, tantalizing tongue
"began snaking downwards and slipped between the cheeks of his plump, firm round ass.
Noreen knew exactly what she was up to. She took hold of the boy's plump cheeks. Her hands gripped the full mounds and began separating them, exposing the small puckered rosette hidden inside. Slowly she bent her head. Her long hair sprawled over the smooth skin of his ass. Her nose and face pushed into the open cleavage. Snaking her long, wet tongue forward, she inserted it directly, completely into the wizened, soft brown hole.
The boy's body tensed, turning to wood. "OOHhhh!" he yowled from the depths of his being. Holy God, what an incredible sensation! It felt almost as if his whole asshole had become alive ... as if it were being attacked by a live, wet snake. Boring, her long tongue tunneled into him. It penetrated his soft asshole right up to the hilt. Then she began squirming her tongue around, curling it deep inside, licking and swashing the moist, delicate flesh deep in his inner asshole.
The boy's hard young prick was straining. It was twitching, jerking and leaping all over the place. Quickly she grabbed his scrotum as it hung down between his legs. She held both soft mounds in her hand, lifted them as she continued drilling and boring into his asshole with her tongue. Then curling her forefinger, she reached up with it and just touched his straining, burgeoning cock at the very base.
Immediately the young boy's cock detonated. It gasped, convulsed ... and began spitting its load of thick creamy come forth in heavy sluicing jets and thick white blobs.
It was seven o'clock in the morning. Melody was still fast asleep and she didn't hear Eddie turn the key in the lock and reenter her room.
Eddie walked over to the bed. Christ, she had said to come up before breakfast. He lit a cigarette, then stared down at her naked body. Jesus, every time he looked at her, she gave him a hard-on. The sheet wasn't on her. Instead she was sleeping half on top of it. Swiftly his hand flew to his pants. He pulled down the zipper. Gosh, she was so damn beautiful-luscious. He took out his hard cock. Then he opened her legs as she lay there sleeping.
Boy, she was really out like a light. He crept up onto the bed between her opened thighs. Wow, what a snatch. He could still see the glistening pink. Her cunt was still wet and squishy from before. Eddie stared at it for a few seconds. Then he took hold of his cock and slid it into her. Christ, it slid in just like she was greased. And she was still sleeping! Probably she didn't even feel the cock go into her.
Eddie began fucking her. Boy, what a lovely expression she had on her face! It looked as if she were dreaming of being fucked. If so, then she enjoyed being fucked asleep as well as awake.
God, she was a real nympho all right. He had never met a girl like her, one that enjoyed cock so much. Reaching down, he took hold of the shaft of his cock. He pulled his cock slowly out of her. He left only the head of it inside of her, then he started masturbating himself. Jeez, this was fun. ' It felt real weird, jerking yourself off with just the head of your cock lodged in a girl's cunt. Suddenly the lewdness of it made him feel like coming. He squeezed the hard shaft of his cock, held all the jism in until the fierce, ecstatic sensations of orgasm left him. Then he let the milky come squirt out into her. He allowed it to flood just inside the folds of her cunt. Finally, when he was finished, he just wiped his cock off on her thigh.
Suddenly his eyes grew bright. He sank his head and started licking his own come as it oozed out of her. God, but it was thrilling. The excitement of doing it almost made him hard again.
Eddie was finished licking up her cunt. He could taste the oily, salty residue of his own sperm at the roof of his mouth, along his tongue. God, he wondered how many other guys would do that-lick out and suck their own sperm from a girl's cunt. Oh well, he was always one for the novel and unusual. He liked real kinky things.
Eddie lit up another cigarette. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. She was still sleeping very deeply. There was a smile on her face. He looked at his watch. Then he wondered if Charley, the other junior lifeguard, was up. Technically they were both due on duty at poolside by eight o'clock. If he wasn't up by now, he'd miss breakfast or be late.
Finally Eddie smiled. Somehow or other, he just had to get Charley in on this. Charley was seventeen also. He'd really appreciate a chick like her. Quickly he tucked his spent cock back into his pants. He got up and left the room.
The idea of fooling around with adolescents began to appeal to Noreen. To begin with, they were so young. When it came to sex, they were inexperienced. They were curious, anxious, eager, easy to control.
The boy from Room Service had obviously never been brought to climax by a woman. She licked his sweaty shoulder. The boy winced and jumped at the tantalizing sensation. "Do you like that, Tom?" she asked him, after noticing his quick reaction. "Would you like me to spoil you?
,. Spoil you the way only a formerly married woman with real sex savvy can spoil a man?"
Tom stared at her. His body was still shivering. God, what a woman! He was completely unable to answer. All he could do was stare at her with disbelieving eyes.
Noreen decided not to wait for a reply. The kid looked scared. She threw herself against him, encircled him with her arms. She opened her mouth and gave him a series of hot, liquid kisses. Her tongue ran deeply into his mouth. She made the saliva flow from her mouth down into his. With her hand, she grabbed his limp, spent penis. It still wasn't completely soft. She began pumping it, pulling at it, chafing it with her hand until it began to grow hard again.
The boy's semi-hard prick was all red from the brisk chafing. He didn't seem surprised that it was getting hard again. That was another thing which Noreen liked about young boys. They were at the height of their burgeoning sexuality. At their ages, they could get hard again very easily. They could shoot another load within twenty minutes.
Tom looked down at his young, adolescent prick. "Jeez, lady ... I-I'm gonna drop my load in your hand if you keep playing and doing that with it."
The young boy seemed absolutely beautiful. The desire was already cresting in his young body. "No, you won't," said Noreen. "I'm an expert when it comes to this. Even if it gets hard as a rock, you won't be able to go for quite a few more minutes."
The boy's body was twisting and writhing. Without waiting, Noreen sank to her knees. She opened her mouth to take in the swollen glans of the boy's red-chafed cock.
The boy flinched and gasped as her smooth lips and tongue made contact with the swollen, rounded corona of his teenage cock. Her tongue slid slickly and wetly over it, encircling it, drawing it inwards into the soft, warm wet confines of her smooth mouth. The boy's eyes widened. Noreen smiled. His young body stiffened. God, how keen and excruciating the sensation was. It was voluptuous, fantastic ... almost unbelievable!
Soon the young boy felt his thigh muscles bulging as she began working at him in earnest. Christ, if only some of the other guys could see this! Her head bobbed up and down, back and forth ... and her lips and mouth gobbled avidly, hungrily, sucking, drawing, sliding, lips kneading and crushing, mouth sucking and siphoning.
The boy's body began tensing and trembling. Her smooth lips and wet, warm mouth were torturing him with soft, warm, sleek sensations. Jesus, everything felt so slick and voluptuous in her mouth. His hard throbbing, entrapped prick began tingling excitedly. He started groaning in agony as the sleek, lascivious sensations seared his being and made his whole body strain. His hardened prick began pulsing at her mouth's greedy absorption.
The boy began feeling that he was getting ready to ejaculate. "Watch out, lady. I-I'm getting ready to come...."
Never in his life did he dream that she would want to take his come into her mouth. It was something most guys dreamed about but never expected. Surely she would disengage her mouth first, he thought.
Noreen felt a bit surprised. She could feel the boy's cock straining and pulsing in her mouth.
Probably it was overexcitement. It was the sheer novelty and unexpectedness of the oral act, the fact that he had never had his cock sucked before. Strongly she clamped her lush, full lips firmly around the hard column of his prick. She kept right on working and sucking. The boy looked down at her in amazement. Holy Jesus ... golly! She was going to suck it right out of him! If she kept on doing that, he was going to blast his whole load right into her mouth!
Her mouth was sucking very hard. It was sucking so hard that he could swear she was trying to suck out his marrow and balls. The sensitivity of his cock increased. The intensity of agonizing, excruciating sensation and tension grew and grew until he was hardly able to tolerate it. Deliberately she slowed her mouth's action. She stopped whenever she felt him dangerously close to orgasm.
Noreen kept him dangling on the brink for more than five full minutes. The boy was groaning hard. He was going out of his mind. God, how much she enjoyed doing this to him-working him up to the brink, stopping him, deliberately holding him back. There was a definite feeling of total female supremacy in the act. She could manipulate him at will, control each and every sensation, his every reaction ... and the feeling of soaring female power was overwhelming, thrilling beyond belief!
Finally the young boy began to find the agony unbearable. He began begging her with his eyes. Again and again and again, he jammed his fist into his mouth to smother his groans. His eyes bulged and strained as if they were going to pop out of his head. The agony he was experiencing was completely unbearable. It was much too torturous and excruciating. Everything in his loins felt as if it was swelling and bursting. His cock and his balls were being literally torn apart! His entire body was quivering and trembling, twitching uncontrollably!
The boy simply didn't know what to do. He stood there, frozen. God, the tension in his loins was fantastic! He felt as if he just had to burst. If he didn't, he would go stark raving mad. Dazedly, he looked down at the woman's face and soft working mouth. Jesus, what a fantastic sight! His whole prick was disappearing into her mouth one minute, reappearing the next. It was all wet, shiny and glossy from the juices of her mouth. Christ, what a fantastic cocksucker she was. She knew just how to keep him poised on the brink, how to keep him there without allowing him to shoot off. She knew how to torture and tantalize his cock completely, make it experience things he never dreamed of.
Soon the young boy was unable to bear it any longer. His body went limp. Quickly Noreen looked up. She was afraid that he would faint. Slowly he recovered himself. He staggered, held himself erect, started stiffening again.
The young boy was seeing stars. His mind felt gripped in a vise. "Lady!" he gasped in complete utter but delighted shock. "I-I can't hold it! I just ... just can't hold it any ... longer ... OHhhh! ... WOW!"
Noreen sensed the impending explosion. "Come in my mouth!" she commanded him.
The boy felt the intense, tingling, fantastic sensation climb slowly from his loins. God, it was traveling right up into the base of his cock ... right up to the swollen, turgid head. His entire prick began to swell and burgeon in her mouth. The delicate membrane sheath covering his entire cock began to strain. His cock grew enormously. It swelled, throbbed, got ready to burst.
Suddenly it began to hit him. His body jerked and his groin muscles spasmed. Swiftly his cock erupted in her mouth. God, how keen and cutting the orgastic sensation was! It ripped right through his loins, savagely, ruthlessly. Heavy liquid spurts of white come began squirting, spurting explosively from the head of his cock, gushing out hotly and forcefully into her tightly clasping, warm mouth.
"OH, MY GOD!" he groaned ecstatically. Again and again, his cock erupted. It felt just like ten thousand razor blades cutting through his groin. More heavy spurts of come kept leaping from his cock. Quickly Noreen grabbed his erupting prick at the base. The boy thought she was doing it to choke off or slow up the heavy gushing, the thick spurting of his come. But no, her grasping, tightening hold on his cock only served to perpetuate and trigger up more hot gushing jets of thick, copious come.
Closing his eyes, the boy surrendered himself to the series of strong spastic convulsions. Whatever she was doing to his cock with her hand, it was pumping and milking more thick liquid come out of him. Calmly he allowed the feelings to flood through him. Christ, it was just as if his cock were a fountain. It was spurting, coming in a never-ending stream. Finally he just stood there. His entire body was shaking and shuddering. He groaned with ecstasy.
As the stupendous, never-ending orgasm took place, Noreen never allowed the convulsing, exploding penis to escape from her mouth. Instead she kept her full lips clamped down hard on it. She took the full Impact of his spasmodic, explosive ejaculations into her mouth, allowed the hot liquid to gush profusely into her mouth and throat ... then started gulping and swallowing it all down!
Finally he was pretty near to the end of the powerful orgasm. Quickly Noreen began sucking, siphoning up more liquid from his spent cock. The last of his come was still trickling down the walls of her throat, but she kept sucking, working his cock with her lips and tongue.
"Oh, God ... hold it, lady!" The boy began pushing against her head with his hands. "Honestly, lady ... I-I just can't take it anymore. My dick is starting to hurt. Please ... please stop!"
When it was all over, Noreen disengaged her lips and mouth from his limp, exhausted prick. Carefully she licked his penis with her tongue, as if to make sure she got every last drop of it. Then she looked up at him and smiled. "Now you know why women who have been married are always better," she said, laughing. "Really, it takes plenty of experience before a woman knows how to give a man real pleasure like that!"
Tom didn't know what to say. His body swayed. He felt lightheaded, exhausted. Helping him, Noreen made him sit on the bed. "Gee, too bad," she said. "Now it'll be at least an hour before you can come again."
The young boy looked at her with moist eyes. His head was still swimming. Boy, did she love sucking cock. And what an expert she was, too. Suddenly he thought of some of his friends down in Room Service. Christ, they would never believe him. They would think he was just making it all up. If only some of them could have been there to see!
Noreen took hold of his limp, spent cock. She flopped it over with her hand. "God, how I love sucking cock. You'd never believe how much I love doing that with a guy."
Suddenly a wild thought occurred to the young boy. "Christ, lady ... if you like it so much, how would you like doing it for a whole bunch of guys?"
Noreen looked at the boy sharply. What was he suggesting? Suddenly she realized what he was up to. He wanted to show off in front of his friends, show them what a Don Juan he was. "No-I don't think I would care very much for that. I didn't mind doing it with you. You're real young and handsome and I was in the mood. But I have no desire to do something like that with a whole bunch of guys."
Boy, was he nervy, she thought. Now that she had sucked his cock, he wasn't bashful at all.
After the boy was gone, Noreen thought it over. Wow, what an experience it would be! Most of the youngsters working at the hotel ranged between sixteen and nineteen years in age. Usually they only worked the summer hotels while on vacation from school. In a way, this was the economic backbone of the entire mountain hotel industry. By using young kids, the hotels were able to keep costs and salary expenses down. At the same time, it gave high-school kids someplace to go, a place to be away from home and earn some extra money for themselves-also have fun on their own, for a change.
Noreen's imagination began to grow wild. She wondered how many of his young friends the boy could muster on such short notice. God, what an experience it would be. She could go from one boy to the other, suck their cocks ... let them fuck her ... do anything she wanted with them. And God, they would only be too glad for the opportunity! Suddenly her cunt grew moist and hot. The hell with just sucking cock, she thought. She'd let them fuck her like crazy, too. Why-she might even let one boy fuck her, while she was sucking another boy's cock. Christ, what a mind-blowing thought it all was!
Noreen deliberated for a few moments. Inside she felt trembly and kind of nervous. The thought of it all was very exciting, very lust-provoking. And surely some of the boys would be far more experienced than Tom ... much less afraid and shy. She lit up a cigarette. She noted how her hand was trembling. Oh Christ, that was the trouble when you liked sex so much. Once you started enjoying it early in the morning, you wanted it to continue all day long. Nervously her hand reached for the phone. She dialed the three digits for Room Service again.
CHAPTER NINE
When Eddie returned with Charley, it was well past nine o'clock. Melody was spread out all over the bedsheet, with her legs and arms spread akimbo. Charley, his buddy, smiled as he stared at her luscious body. Up to now, he thought Eddie was kidding. Not for one minute did he believe what Eddie had told him.
"Jesus-just look at her slit. "It's all full of cream and it's ... it's foaming," said Charley in an awed whisper. "Her cunt is all squishy with come."
Eddie sat on the edge of the bed. He was grinning. 'What did I tell ya...?"
Eddie unzipped his pants again. His cock sprang out. It was hard again.
Charley unzipped his own pants. His cock was as hard as granite. He took it out of his pants, slid the head of his prick up and down between the wet, sopping lips of her cunt. "Jesus, you mean this goddam piece of ass just showed up out of nowhere?"
"Yep-she just popped up from nowhere," said Eddie. "One minute, I was watching the kids by the pool. The next minute, I was down in the laundry room with her. Why, she practically raped me!"
Charley slid his cock up through her slithery, oozing cunt. He slid it in and out. Melody didn't even move. "Jeez, she's nice and tight. Even with the jism inside, I can feel her cunt holding me." Charley started sliding his cock harder and faster. Eddie placed a restraining hand on his arm. "Hey, slow it down. If you do it real fast, you'll wake her up."
Charley slowed down his pace. He slid his cock in and out of her slowly. But already it was too late. Yawning, Melody stirred. She felt the cock moving inside her. Christ, what the hell was going on? Was she dreaming or what? Somebody was fucking her. Slowly she opened her eyes. Yes, she was getting fucked ... but by someone she didn't know. She grew confused, anxious. Then she saw Eddie and everything flooded back to her....But who the hell was this strange kid fucking her?
Eddie walked around to where her head was. She looked up at him questioningly, craning her neck. Eddie was grinning down at her. He looked very excited. There was a trail of spittle at the corner of his mouth. Quickly he reached down and grabbed her wrists. He smiled, pulled her hands up and held them firmly together.
Melody began to put the pieces together. Eddie had invited this other young punk to come in and share her, take advantage of her. That's why Eddie was holding her hands so tightly. Vaguely she felt a sense of disappointment. She didn't think Eddie would be like that. She thought he was a nice lad, but he wasn't.
"Hi ... welcome back to the world. Meet my friend, Charley," said Eddie as he continued grinning.
Charley started humping away. He grunted, acknowledging the introduction. Good, now that she was awake, he really could get to fucking with her.
Dazed with sleep, Melody looked up at the pimply-faced boy who was fucking her. The kid was tall and skinny. He had very dark eyes and his face looked piggish. Jesus, but he did have a good, strong cock. Melody moved slightly as she felt it moving inside her. Christ, the kid knew how to use it, too. Without thinking, she opened her eyes wider. She became slightly aroused and her nipples hardened. Even though she didn't like the looks of him and despite the fact that she resented the whole situation, she still wanted the cock inside of her, so she didn't struggle.
Eddie started palming her naked breast with one free hand. He tweaked the turgid, erect nipple. "See, she's all excited again. What did I tell you?" he said to his friend.
Charley kept humping away at her. He thrusted, started taking longer and deeper plunges. His eyes stared up at her breasts. Her slender nude body was being jogged by his constant thrusts, and both of her breasts were shaking, quivering. "Jeez, they look just like two mounds of jello," he said.
Eddie smiled as his friend made the remark. He liked watching her boobs jiggle around. Again he tweaked her nipple. Then he started cupping her quivering breast. He squeezed it with his palm and outstretched fingers. "And it's all solid meat, too. Nothing but soft creamy meat!"
Melody started resenting things. She didn't like being used very much. She stared up at Eddie angrily. "Let go of my breast, you goon. If you don't, I'll stop cooperating. I'll start yelling rape!" Eddie sighed. He released her breast, but he kept holding her hands together. Silently, he contented himself with watching his friend fuck her.
Finally Eddie got impatient. His friend had been fucking her for almost five minutes. "Come on, hurry up," he said. "Shoot your stuff into her. I want to get into her next."
Charley's body bucked. He slammed, thrusting hard. "Holy Jeez! I-I'm comiinnnggg!"
Charley's whole body began shuddering. He grunted and groaned. His cock was buried in her, right up to the hilt. Melody felt the strong spurting into her. Jesus, he was coming like a horse. She could feel every spurt as it splatted into her womb. Christ, what a way to start off a day. She felt horny as all hell. Imagine-getting fucked just as you woke up. And by a stranger, yet!
Charley's cock kept pumping and squirting. He was really shooting a massive load of come into her. Melody looked at the two boys. Both of them looked like young stallions. Then she started thinking of Randy Lockwood. Christ, she had to get rid of them somehow. If she didn't, the two of them would keep her busy all day. Then she would miss her chance at that marvelous, big prick which Randy kept hanging around in his pants ... the one which her mother had enjoyed all late afternoon and night long.
Eddie started slipping off his pants. He wasn't even waiting for his friend to finish shooting off his load into her. As he pulled down his shorts, his hard cock bobbed and swayed. It jerked and began straining.
Charley pulled his wet cock out of her. The come was still oozing from his prick. Eddie smiled as he looked down at his friend's dripping cock. "Why don't you suck him off while I do you? Get yourself a taste of that come while I fuck the shit out of you," he said to Melody.
Melody looked at the wet, dripping cock. She made a grimace. "C'mon-fuck me and get it over with. I haven't come yet ... and I'm not in the mood to suck anyone's dripping cock."
Charley looked a little disappointed. He sighed and got off her. Immediately Eddie scrambled to replace Charley between her open thighs. Grabbing his cock, he pushed it up to her pouting slit. It slid up into her as if she was greased.
Melody glared up at him. She was starting to feel angry again. "Get your friend the hell out of here," she said. "I never told you I was up for grabs. What kind of a deal is this, anyway?" Eddie started humping it to her real good. His cock was fairly big, so it jolted her along the bed. "What's the matter? Don't you like Charley? Really he's a good buddy of mine. Between us, we work the pools together ... with Pete Masters." Melody started thinking of Pete Masters. God, how she wished he was here now!
Eddie started making her twist and writhe. Melody stopped cooperating. She didn't want to show her excitement, but she realized that both of them had seen it.
Charley shook his wet prick. He wiped it on the comer of the sheet. Eddie stopped humping. He looked at her and laughed. "What's the matter, honey? Don't you like the way we screw?" Melody started feeling homier. Somehow the whole crazy situation was getting to her. She wanted to come ... and she wanted to come real bad.
Eddie started humping, thrusting at her hard.
Anxiously Charley scrambled back onto the bed. He positioned himself right alongside of them. "Jeez, what the hell do you think you're doing?" asked Eddie as he watched his friend.
"Quick , ... turn over and lie on your side with her," said Charley. His eyes were hard and bright. "Let me get my prick into her, too."
"Beat it, for Chris' sake," said Eddie. "We'll get two cocks into her some other time. Right now, just let me shoot my load. Besides, you've just shot your load. You're not hard enough." Melody felt Charley's semi limp cock pushing under her buttocks. Since his prick wasn't hard, she wasn't afraid that he'd get into her ass. Charley started cursing. He was still excited and he wanted in on the action. Snorting, he twisted his body around. Melody felt his chin and mouth touching her damp thighs.
Eddie turned his head and looked down at his friend. "Okay, man-lick out her cunt while I'm fuckin' her. Maybe it'll bring your hard back," he said.
Charley's head rooted around. His lips and mouth were pushing, searching. His long tongue snaked out. It licked at the oval slippery lips of her cunt as Eddie's cock kept sliding, as his balls kept bouncing away. Suddenly Melody felt his wet tongue probing deeper. Jesus, his tongue was slipping inside. It was darting between Eddie's prick and the walls of her slimy cunt. Christ, what a crazy nut. Melody felt just like laughing. The dope was licking Eddie's prick as well as her cunt.
The two boys were just like two six-year-old kids. Each of them was eager and very overexcited. Both of them were romping like two young tiger cubs. Suddenly Eddie rolled over to one side. Obviously he felt Charley's tongue licking his prick. He carried Melody's body over with him, then chuckled. Quickly Melody looked down as Eddie rolled her over. She saw Charley's long tongue licking frantically at Eddie's cock. It was stuck right between Eddie's prick and the round walls of her juice-slicked cunt, deep inside of her. Without saying a word, Eddie pulled his hips back. His big cock arched from his crotch to hers. Only the round head remained inside. Charley reveled in the juicy connection. He licked Eddie's round glans as it lay imbedded in her cunt.
"Hey, your friend is real good," said Melody. "I like the way he uses his tongue."
Eddie stared down at Charley, licking away at the two of them. "Jeez, maybe he's a switch hitter. I never thought of that before!"
Some of Charley's own sperm from his prior pumping oozed out between her cunt lips and Eddie's thick round cock. Charley lapped at it avidly, allowed it to flow down his tongue into his mouth. He swallowed it.
Eddie's eyes bulged as he watched him. Jeez, he was doing the same thing as he had done before. He was licking and eating his own come from her snatch. Slowly he pulled his cock all of the way back. The head of it slipped out of her cunt and bounced right into Charley's open mouth. Sputtering, Charley closed his eyes. He licked, then started sucking Eddie's cock. "Holy Jesus ... he is a switch hitter. Look at him go to work on my prong!"
Melody found herself giggling. Her cunt was spasming, just watching the sight. Somehow all of it was pretty exciting. She was the center of attraction, with two cocks after her. And she liked the feeling. She arched her back and opened her legs wider. "Don't shoot it in his mouth. Save it for me."
Eddie looked at her in surprise. His eyes were wild, lewd. "Don't be silly. He'd never forgive me, if I did that. Right now, he's so excited he's out of his fuckin' mind. He doesn't even know what he's doing. But when I go, baby ... believe me-I'm going to plant my stuff right into you." Quickly his hand reached down. He pushed Charley's head away and pulled his cock out of his mouth. Holding on to it with his hand, he slid the long, wet hard cock back up into her body. Then he started thrusting, humping her sideways.
Melody's need to climax was urgent. She needed to come badly. By the time Eddie got through with her, Charley would be all ready again. Already his cock was getting pretty hard.
The first convulsion welled up suddenly, catching her by surprise. A sense of rapture spread throughout her entire body. Instantly she went into pulsating, shuddering climax. She groaned, twisted her head, bit down on her lip. Her whole torso writhed. Even her stomach muscles hardened and ridged.
Charley's eyes were practically bugging out of his head. "Jesus ... she's coming," he said. "Christ, look at her go!"
Charley's prick was all hard now. The sight of her coming had aroused him to full feverish pitch. I Eddie started plowing her with long, slow strokes.
He rammed, jolted her, buried himself into her deeply, then just remained motionless as her cunt spasmed, clenched and milked his cock.
"Wow!" Her cunt is squeezing my cock real tight. I-it feels like it's going to snap it right off," said Eddie.
Suddenly Eddie's whole body stiffened. He began shuddering also and Melody felt him pumping, squirting, and spurting his hot milky come into her.
Charley stood there transfixed. His eyes were hypnotized by the sight of the two quaking, shivering, shuddering nude bodies. He watched as his friend's hips began swiveling, as he ground and mashed his loins frantically against hers ... as his cock exploded deep inside her and sent its volleys of hot come pulsating forth.
Finally it was all over. Eddie almost collapsed on top of her. "Good-now get off her fast," said Charley. "I'm all hard and ready to blow my nuts again."
Charley never got the chance. Melody was entranced, delirious. She grabbed his cock as he bent over her and placed it into her mouth. Within seconds, she was sucking avidly. And Charley just stood there with his mouth wide open as his cock erupted and spat, as it belched and spurted his come down deep into her mouth and throat!
The car was lurching, bouncing in and out of the ruts of the old dirt road.
"Shit! Hold onto that wheel, Steve. With a chance like this, we don't want no trouble with the car ... anything like going off the road."
Noreen was sitting between the two husky youths in the back seat. The one on her right was Dirk, and he was the one who had spoken; the other boy on her left was named Roger. Tom, the young boy who had delivered breakfast to her earlier, was sitting up front staring out the windshield with Steve, the driver.
Noreen had no idea of where the four young boys were taking her. They had arranged things between themselves. The two boys alongside of her were bellhops. Dirk looked about eighteen; Roger seemed about a year younger. Up front, Steve was a friend of Tom's. He was the Captain of waiters from Room Service. Steve looked older than eighteen.
As she sat there, Noreen felt tightly squeezed between the two boys in the back. She could even feel their hard thighs pressing against her legs.
"Here, have a swig of whiskey," said Dirk, the older boy on her right as he offered her a half-pint. "We don't want you backing out on us once we get there."
He tilted the small bottle to her lips. Noreen took a long slug. "That's not at all necessary," she said, refusing another. "When I make a deal for some fun and sex, I don't back out."
All four boys looked very excited. They kept glancing at each other, smiling, looking tense and uneasy, as if they were afraid it was all a big joke or something.
Noreen squirmed in her seat. The two boys alongside her were pressing her in so tight, she could hardly move. Oh well, who could blame them. Probably they thought that Tom was pulling their leg. What kids of their years would believe that a woman like her would be willing to take on four guys ... and all at the same time. Probably they were just squeezing her in tightly to make sure she didn't escape or change her mind.
The crotch of Noreen's panties began to dig into her vulva. She was pretty wet down there, so it irritated her. Somehow she managed to work her hand loose. She slid it down to her skirt, reached under, and tried to loosen the tight pinching at her crotch. Noreen's smooth thighs gleamed. Both boys looked down. As her hand pushed up her skirt, the crotch of her white nylon panties revealed itself. Immediately their eyes darted to the smooth white material. They grinned and leered.
Both boys sitting beside her had big hard-ons. Noreen could see the bold outline of their hard cocks bulging beneath their pants. Roger, on her left, reached over casually with his hand. He patted and stroked her naked white thigh as she adjusted the elastic at her panties.
Noreen didn't say anything. She thought it would be kind of silly to push his hand away. Especially under the circumstances. Tom had told them that she would be very cooperative, that she would let them do whatever they wanted with her. The boy's hand started moving higher. He was testing. His fingers touched the warm inner surface between her satin thighs. The smooth flesh felt soft and warm. He squeezed it gently, then sighed.
Noreen let out her breath. So far, so good. The boy's hand remained on her thigh. Obviously his intention was to try something bolder. Noreen braced herself. She wished he would hurry up and get started.
Tom caught some of the action in the rear-view mirror. Christ, he thought to himself, they weren't even there ... and already one of his friends was going to work on her!
In a way, Tom felt pretty proud. He had arranged things pretty well. At first, his friends didn't believe him. They had even scoffed at him when he told them the story of what happened between him and the attractive woman upstairs in her hotel suite. However, now they knew better. They believed him, at last. Here the woman was, sitting in the car with all four of them. And so far, she was keeping her word, just as he told them she would. She was even allowing them to take her away from the hotels, to any secluded spot which they chose, so there would be no fear of her crying rape or pulling any such stunts like that.
Dirk, the older boy sitting on her right, saw what his friend, Roger, was up to. Casually he dropped his own big hand on her other thigh. Slowly both hands patted, stroked and explored. They moved higher and higher along the inside of her thighs, up towards the silky nylon material at her crotch.
Noreen started to feel horny. She closed her eyes and sank further in her seat. God, this was more like it: two guys sitting alongside of her ... and both of them sliding and reaching their hands up to feel her pussy. Inwardly she tingled. Her skin shivered. Each of the hands reached higher. Desperately she tried to spread her legs apart. Finally she felt their fingers at the lower elastic bands of her panties.
The heady feeling of sexual tension swirled in Noreen's head. Idly she wondered what Melody was up to back at the hotel, whether she was up and enjoying herself with handsome young Randy Lockwood yet or not. God, how erotic this whole holiday week was. Before their action was over, they'd have the time of their lives. Sexually, they would have experienced everything under the sun.
Slowly Noreen lifted her eyelids. The two hands traveling under her skirt reached higher. Each of them grasped the top of her panties. Slowly but surely, each hand began sliding her panties down.
Jesus, it was just too much. She was getting wetter in her crotch. Christ, if she was this excited now, she just couldn't imagine how she would be once they arrived wherever they were taking her.
Roger and Dirk's hands slid her panties down over her thighs and legs. With a toss, she kicked them off her feet. Now both hands were back. They were locked between her thighs. Gripping the soft flesh, each hand pulled her thighs apart. Noreen felt one of the hands sliding further up. Two fingers found the lips of her vulva. The lips were wet and open. The two fingers inserted themselves, probed moistly inside, exploringly. "Jesus, she's all wet. She's as excited as we are."
The voice belonged to Roger. It was his hand which had been the daring one.
Molten liquid fire rippled through Noreen's loins. A feeling of tension grew and flushed through her. A small knot began forming in her abdomen. Dirk's hand had grown bolder, too. It was caressing, stroking over her flat, curved belly. Slowly his hand slid downward. It moved lower until it reached the top of her pubic hair.
Noreen felt a wild temptation. She wanted to grab both exploring hands and press them hard into her cunt and clitoris. Almost as if in response, Dirk's hand slid down to her slit. His thick, blunt fingers separated the top of her moist, slithery cleft. Then as her clitoris popped out, he touched and teased it with his fingertip by rubbing it.
Noreen jerked in her seat. As soon as the fingertip touched her clitoris, her cunt spasmed slightly. Golly, she had almost climaxed. What would happen once all four of them got to work on her?
The two boys seemed content. They were satisfied with her cooperation, her willingness to let them do what they wanted. Roger sighed. "I tell you, there's nothing like a mature woman," he said. 'With girls, it's always the same-just a lot of teasing ... and then protests when you start fooling around."
Noreen realized how much they were beginning to appreciate her. Roger's big hand was jammed between both of her damp thighs. He slid his two fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Weakly Noreen smiled him. He almost gasped with surprise when he discovered just how wet she really was inside.
Noreen squealed in delight. His two fingers were buried almost up to the last knuckle in her cunt. Tom turned his head from up front. His mouth opened as he saw both boys' hands working on her.
Noreen slumped back in the seat. Her skirt was twisted up around her waist. Everyone could see her naked belly. Even the slit of her cunt was exposed. Roger's big hand stayed there between her thighs. He kept running his two wet fingers in and out of the clasping hole of her mucous cunt. In the meantime, Dirk kept spreading her cleft at the top. He spread the lips of her cunt so far apart that everyone could see the delicate pink tissue of her moist inner cunt.
Tom turned his head back to the front. He nudged Steve, the driver of the car. Suddenly the car swerved and jerked as Steve took a quick glance backward. "Jeez, just look at that lush, delicate pink. It's all wet and tender. Golly, what a snatch!" he said as he fought to bring the car back under control. "And she ain't got too much hair around it, either," said Tom.
Suddenly the car jerked to a stop. Everyone's head bobbed up. "What's the matter?"
"Look, I think were there," said Steve. He raised his hand and pointed ahead. "If I'm not wrong ... that should be Mr. Doyle's private cabin."
Tom began looking concerned. "Jeez, I hope Mr. Doyle don't come out here or anything like that."
Now that the car was stopped, Steve turned his head completely around to see what was doing. "Christ, you've got her spread wide open ... just like a vee!" His eyes were popping. "Jesus, I never seen a full grown-up woman's snatch all stretched out like that before."
Dirk's fingers were kneading her clit. Noreen's eyes were squinted and closed. She was half out of her mind with joy. It was easy to see how much she was enjoying the keen sensation.
"Let's cut out the crap," said Kirk. As one of the oldest, he automatically took charge. "Let's take her into the cabin and really get to work on her!"
CHAPTER TEN
Randy was still sound asleep when the phone rang next to his bed. His hand reached out. It fumbled, found the receiver on the night table. "Huh ... hello," he managed to say.
The cool, sexy voice of Melody greeted his ears. "Hi there, lover boy. How are you feeling this morning?"
Randy rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He digested her words, felt indignant. How dare she call him up like this? It was almost as if she was checking up on the results of her merciless teasing.
Still a part of him felt happy to hear her voice. "Fine. I'm doing absolutely fine," he said back into the phone.
Randy reviewed the events which had taken place since the brutal cockteasing administered to him by Melody. He remembered the attractive older woman who had picked him up in the elevator, taken him to her suite of rooms. Thank God she had come along. If it hadn't been for her, he'd probably be in terrible agony this morning.
Randy thought he heard a chuckle from the other end of the line. "Well, good ... I'm glad to hear that," said Melody. "Also, I hope there are no bad feelings-about yesterday, I mean."
Randy deliberated her words. What was she doing? Apologizing or what? "No, no. I don't have any hard feelings about anything."
Randy smiled to himself. Boy, if she only knew. If Melody only knew what strange, wonderful things had happened to him after he left her.
"Listen, I'm calling to see if we can get together again." Melody's voice sounded soft, sort of defensive. "I know I gave you plenty of reason to be angry with me yesterday ... but you simply have to understand."
Randy listened patiently as she paused.
"To tell you the truth, you just got to me too fast," said Melody. "Everything was just happening too fast ... and I just couldn't give in so quickly."
Randy wondered about the sincerity of her words. It wasn't as if it were their first date. Well, maybe he had been rushing her too much. But for God's sake, if that was the case, then why had she been so cooperative? Why did she let him feel her breasts and make love to her so torridly? And also why did she masturbate his cock for so long ... and then just stop, just at the precise moment when he was about to shoot off?
"Listen, really-right up to the last moment, I thought I was going to give in," said Melody. "But then I started thinking about things. I-I decided that you might think me cheap. After all, even though these are permissive times, when a girl's serious about a guy, she has her reputation to think about."
Randy's heartbeat quickened. Had he heard her correctly? The bit about being serious about him? Suddenly he felt warm and expansive. Well, maybe she was just a mixed-up girl. Lots of teenagers were that way, especially at the age of seventeen. Perhaps a part of her really wanted to, but the other part had resisted, on the basis of what he would think of her afterwards.
He decided to take a firm stand with her. "Listen, when a girl is serious about a guy, she doesn't do what you did. She doesn't get a guy all worked up like that and then just leave him dangling."
Again there was a short pause on Melody's end. "Yes. Yes. I know. That's why I feel so awful. Frankly, it's been bothering me all night long. The only excuse I have is that I was just so damned mixed up and confused. I was so mixed up that I couldn't even finish jerking you off." Randy started feeling better about things. Perhaps what she needed was more firmness, a little stronger leading on his part. "Listen, if you mean what you say, why don't you come up to my room. We can pick up right from where we left off. However, this time ... no excuses. No teasing or anything. Understand?"
Melody knew how to play her cards well. She injected just the proper note of apology into her voice. "Y-yes-I-I understand what you mean. This time I won't fool around. I-I won't fail you. Instead, we'll go all the way. Besides, now that I've thought it over-I-I really want to go all of the way with you."
Randy felt exhilarated. Already he could feel his prick reacting. At last, he was going to get into her tender, delicious young body. He was finally going to fuck the sexiest, most appealing girl he had ever met in his life. "Okay. The room number is 814. I'll expect you within the hour."
After he hung up the phone, Randy glanced at the small clock on the night table. Holy Jesus, it was ten after twelve. Christ, the whole episode yesterday with that attractive older woman had completely exhausted him. He had slept right through the entire morning.
Melody touched Randy's waist. Her hands pushed up under his sweatshirt to his bare chest. She caressed both of his chest muscles, touched his pebbly nipples, then played with the fringe of hair lying between.
Randy felt his cock filling out in his pants.
Melody's hand slipped down to his belt. She unbuckled him, popped the snap to his fly open, then ran the zipper down.
"Holy Jesus ... you're certainly not wasting time," said Randy as he gathered her into his arms.
Melody smiled up at him. "Well, I have a lot to prove to you-and the sooner, the better."
Melody raised her lips to his. His mouth descended. It was a long, lingering lass. Her fingers found the lengthening bulge in his pants. Curiously her fingers traced its broadness and length. A thrill ran up her spine. A soft whimper arose from her throat.
Melody didn't break off the kiss. Instead, their tongues played and their saliva mixed.
Randy made no attempt to reach under her miniskirt. It would have interfered with her own hand's searching and exploration. Besides, he had made up his mind to be adamant. If she wasn't pretending, then she had to make all of the moves. He wasn't about to let himself be cock-teased by her again.
Melody traced the size of his huge cock with her fingers. She felt herself becoming all unglued inside. A hot urgency, a weird, indescribable tension took place in her belly. Somehow she sensed that her panties were wet. God, after the session with the two young lifeguards this morning, who would believe it? She pushed her hand impatiently inside his pants. Remembering the size of his cock, she just had to see it right away. Her hand grasped his hot, thick column of hardened flesh. Christ, her fingers barely made their way around its entire round girth. She worked her closed hand slowly up its whole length. Her knees started feeling weak, and she moaned at the size of it. Her thumb capped the big swollen head. It rubbed lightly and he groaned with pleasure.
Randy lifted his mouth from hers. He felt suspicious. He wondered what she was doing with her hand, whether she intended to tease him again. Melody's eyes were half-lidded. They were swimming with moist passion. "Oh, God," she murmured breathlessly. "I-I've just got to take it out and look at it...."
Melody pulled his cock out with her hand. She licked her lips as she looked down. "Oh, God!" she said. "Jeez, is that thing of yours BIG!"
Randy's cock was standing straight up. It was a massive, blue-veined club of hardened white flesh. The head was almost egg-sized, and it was mauve in color. His cock was throbbing lightly, almost in tune with his heartbeat.
Melody was thinking of Pete Masters. His cock was big, but nowhere as big as all this. "Christ, how big is that thing of yours, anyway?"
The tone of her voice was filled with wonder and awe. "I don't know. I never measured it," lied Randy.
Melody pushed him over to his bed. She pressed her hand against him, made him lie down. Then she crouched down on the bed beside him. She pulled his pants and shorts down with her hands until his cock was completely exposed.
Melody couldn't take her eyes off Randy's cock. God, it was so BIG! What a time her mother must have had with that yesterday, she thought. Of all the young men she had lined for her mother, none of them had ever been as big as that!
Melody's breathing was shallow and irregular. She reached her hand out, coiled her fingers around his upstanding cock. God, it was hard. It was as hard as granite. And still the delicate, straining flesh felt soft, warm and smooth to the touch. What a miracle Mother Nature had performed when she created men. The tip of her fingernail traced along its huge bulk. It twitched and jerked, bobbed like a big club. Melody gulped. She felt a sense of hot urgency flooding through her. Boy, now she really was getting excited.
Randy lay there quietly as she handled it. He watched her inspect and examine his cock. Her hands moved and he felt them cupping his balls. She lifted them, hefted them. "Gee, you've got very big balls, too."
Randy slid his hand up her waist. He palmed and cupped her left breast. As he squeezed, he lifted and fondled it. Her nipple surged out. "How's about getting undressed?" he said to her.
Melody's breathing was gaspy. "Okay ... just give me a minute."
Randy didn't know what she had in mind. Her head bent over him. As her head descended, her eyes squinted to thin narrow slits and her full lipped mouth opened. Her pink tongue snaked out. Slowly she licked the round, satiny head of his cock. It was almost as if she was tasting him to see if she liked it. Then, very deliberately, she fitted her open mouth over the silky glans.
Randy's cock was leaking. He could feel the tip of her tongue licking at the fluid as it oozed out of his cock. He gasped and watched. His eyes flared as her tongue circled sleekly and wetly over the entire round glans of his cock.
Randy's hips began to writhe. He wondered if she was going to give him a blow job, right there and then. Melody lifted her mouth. She released his cock and smiled at him. "Well, how do you like?"
Randy felt impatient with her. She was cockteasing again. "C'mon ... quit fuckin' around. Get your dress off."
Melody nodded her head. She realized that he was challenging her, refusing to just let her play around. She raised herself, sat up on her heels on the bed. Her hand reached behind, began unzipping her short dress. Casually she brushed the top of the dress off her smooth shoulders. She allowed it to fall and crumple about her hips.
Her found, uplifted breasts showed good-sized nipples, generously supplied with twin round, darker pink circles. Randy stared at her naked breasts very deliberately. She wasn't at all modest. She remained exactly as she was, with her two breasts jutting out, as if on display. Then she just smiled at him as she watched his eyes carefully.
Deftly Melody's fingers pushed the rest of her short dress off. She snaked it down over her full, wide, flaring hips. She tugged, pulled at it, slid it down over her strong thighs. Then she yanked it off from her smooth legs and delicate ankles.
Melody's figure was very full. She was wasp-waisted but very voluptuous. Randy felt his cock jerking and throbbing as he studied her nude, full figure with its generous curves and swells. In figure, she was everything he had hoped for-full, lush, voluptuously appealing. Even her belly looked fertile and round.
Quickly Randy pulled up his sweatshirt. His eyes never left her succulent, girlish body. Everything about her body was juicy. Her flesh was smooth and sleek, warm-looking. His eyes stared at her full, generous, white uplifted breasts, her inviting smooth, trim waist, and her wide flaring hips as he pushed his pants and shorts all the rest of the way down his hard muscled legs and over his ankles. God, what a voluptuous, exciting body she had. It looked all soft and satiny, almost too smooth and delicious to touch.
Melody crept up to him on the bed. Her eyes were bright and shining. Her hand returned to his huge cock. Again she gasped as she felt the size of it. The cock lurched in her hand. Her eyes widened. God, it was almost as if it was alive. It was a big bouncing club, an avenger. It was all warm, almost hot. It felt smooth and was throbbing with vibrancy.
Randy reached his hands forward for both of her breasts as she held and squeezed his cock. His big hands held her breasts, lifted them. Then he started squeezing them in rhythm to her squeezing of his cock.
After a few moments of this, he looked at her soulfully. "Well, are you ready now?"
Melody's voice seemed a little shaky. "I-I'm ready," she said unsurely.
Randy kissed her again. Their mouths opened and their lips slid wetly. Deliberately he dropped his hand into the hollow between her thighs. His fingers moved, slid into the wet lips of her cunt. Exploring the slick, warm cleft, his two fingers slipped into the slithery warm heat of her moist inner hole. Jesus, she was almost dripping. Everything felt slippery and lubricious and hot. She was so wet, the fluid was trickling like warm syrup over his two fingers.
Melody's hand tightened on his cock as his two fingers probed and explored her vagina. As their mouths continued the long kiss, she moaned.
Randy's thumb discovered the hard, extended clitoris at the top of her cleft, the size of a big elongated pea. Her thighs opened wider to his exploration. He rubbed the big clitoris with his thumb, then eased his other two fingers deeper, deeper into the hot depths of her girlish body. Inside, her cunt muscles felt tight around his fingers. He could hardly believe it, but already they were grasping and clenching.
Melody tore her mouth away from his. "C'mon. Fuck me!" she said.
Randy nodded, his face aflame, flushed with desire. Silently he moved. He pushed her flat down on the bed, then hovered over her.
"Just a minute," said Melody in a husky whisper.
Quickly she pulled the two head pillows down. She shoved them under her buttocks and hips. Her voluptuous body arched eight or nine inches higher in the air. Her white thighs fell apart. Randy's eyes fell to her pouting, glistening cuntal lips. They were slightly open. Inside, the raggedy folds of flesh were also pouting. They were open, as if in invitation. Randy's eyes stared in awe at the slick, moist, delicate pink flesh lying within. Holy Jesus, what a beautiful cunt! It was all pink and it looked just like satin. It looked slick and inviting, succulent and delicious ... almost good enough to eat!
Randy remembered the events of the day before, how he had eaten out the attractive older woman's cunt. Slowly he licked his lips. Remembering how thrilling it was and how passionately the woman had reacted, he felt tempted to do the same with Melody. Christ, if he did do it, he would drive her right up the wall. He'd have her spasming and orgasming all over the place within seconds. And then he would keep her like that for minutes on end. He'd keep her writhing and climaxing until she actually passed out.
Suddenly Randy decided against it. No, it would be no good. It would satisfy her like hell ... but what if she decided to cocktease him afterwards? For once he had to show her who was master. And right now, the only way to do it properly was to fuck her!
Randy crouched over her. He brought up his big cock and guided it to her wet pussy lips. The round glans made contact with the wet, slippery folds. The lips to her cunt parted to welcome and embrace it.
Melody began to squirm. Already she could feel the huge size of his cock moving, pressing and fitting against the small opening leading into her body. Slowly the hard round bulk pressed. She felt her cunt opening, stretching to take in the smooth, slippery big head of his cock. She shivered, shuddered slightly. Oh God! But was it going to hurt. Pete Masters had a pretty big cock. It was a good eight-and-a-half inches, perhaps even bigger, nowhere as big in length and in girth. Still, she felt the aching void in her belly, the desire to take him in, to host that monstrous cock of his deep inside herself.
Suddenly the head of his cock was sliding in, stretching her. Her inner walls parted reluctantly. It slid in deeper still!' She felt astonished. Never had she reached such a level of arousal before.
Melody was almost on the edge of a climax. God, the size of him! It was like taking in a huge log. And, oh God ... but now it was going in real deep. Numbly her mind swam in a swamp of feverish, lustful excitement. Jesus, how much more of it could she take in? No one, absolutely no one, had ever been this deep into her before. Her whole cunt was stretched and distended. Her entire insides felt stuffed and crammed, filled to the last possible inch!
Slowly Randy pressed the last inch of his big, fat, hardened cock into her body. He forced it in against the increasing internal pressure and resistance, then just watched the play of pain and emotion on her youthful face. Melody's face was grim and taut. Her eyes were closed and her lips were twisted, drawn slightly back. Tautly her throat muscles and tendons corded and stiffened into bold relief. A comer of her mouth twitched and her brow furrowed in agony.
Randy looked down at their merged loins, at the connection between them. He was surprised that she had managed to take it all in. What a difference between her and the woman he had fucked yesterday! All of his cock was inside of Melody's youthful teenage body, every last blessed inch ... and from where he was looking, it almost seemed as if she had taken in a young boy's fist and arm up there inside her. Randy knew precisely how long his cock was, ever since the woman of yesterday had measured it for him. It was exactly nine and one quarter inches long. And in girth, it was as thick as a young girl's wrist.
Randy started thinking about women, the differences in elasticity and the capacity of their cunts. By all standards, the woman of yesterday should have taken him all in. She was older, more experienced. Yet she hadn't. And Melody was smaller in size than her. Her cunt couldn't possibly have been stretched by years of use. Oh well, maybe it was a matter of age. Perhaps when they were younger, their cunts stretched more.
Melody's breathing was raspy. She breathed in an open-mouthed, shallow way. Her eyes opened very slowly. Dimly she saw Randy poised over her, looking like a giant. Down below, deep inside her, she felt the pressure of his huge, throbbing cock. It was planted in her just like a big tree. Moving, she felt a burning, searing sensation. Next she felt the hard nudge of his pubic bone, the contact of his balls and scrotum resting against the round cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, my God! I-I can feel it right up to my stomach!" she groaned in awe. Cautiously she began experimenting. She clenched the huge round cock with her firm inner muscles. Then she moved her hips.
Randy lowered his head. Their mouths glued, mashed together. Their tongues touched, began flicking and darting. Slowly Randy withdrew his big cock from her tight, clasping cunt. He slid it all the way back very, very slowly, until all but the head was out. Jeez, what a terrific sight! His thick, round barreled cock was glistening wetly with all her warm inner secretions. Slowly he smiled. He pushed and slid his cock back in ... first slowly, then swiftly and deep! Right to the hilt!
Melody shuddered. She groaned and kissed him frantically.
Randy slid his lips away from her mouth. He concentrated on fucking her. Again and again, he withdrew. He drove and slid himself all the way in. Melody's lips quivered. They twisted and a small wail of ecstasy and pain escaped from her mouth. Randy began a series of hard, deep-plunging thrusts into her tightly clasping, hot, syrupy depths. Instantly he felt her warm cunt spasm.
First it went loose, then it convulsed and clenched hard!
Melody went wild. She was completely lost in the throes of a stupendous orgasm. "OH, GOD! OH, CHRIST!" she yelled. Swiftly her hips leaped and bucked. They jumped to meet the deep, hard plunge of his big cock. Her belly writhed and rotated as she ground her engorged, convulsing twat against the hardness of his groin.
Randy began speeding things up. His sharp, piercing deep fucking became almost violent. Repeatedly their bellies slapped together. He began feeling the gathering of a small molten knot deep in his loins. His cock surged and lurched ... and a coil of tension spiraled in his groin. As Melody's groans and cries grew louder, he moved and plunged still faster-HARDER!
Melody gulped huge breaths of air into her lungs. The climax was so strong, she felt as if she would pass out. Randy's stalwart cock was still in her. He was slamming his wonderful, stupendous cock-his incredible club of firm flesh and iron-into her. He wasn't even giving her a chance to recover or catch her breath.
Melody's mind could scarcely think properly. Everything was fuzzy, sort of blurred. She felt awestricken, turned on as she had never been before in her entire life. Even as she climaxed hard and strong, she knew in her abdomen and mind that she was going to make it again. The sensation of stark, fierce plunging hardness and warmness was increasing. This time, she sensed that she would go out of her mind. She had never climaxed twice, one immediately upon another one, before, one almost overriding the other ... fusing with it, blending with it ... picking up where the first one left off ... building immediately on top of it like a mounting, blending juxtaposition of strong, powerful, spastic convulsions. And this time she knew that it would be STRONGER! MUCH MORE POWERFUL!
Shuddering, she gripped his shoulders. She worked her hips and crotch with his. Each jolt was like a bolt of lightning. Every time his cock plunged in, it was like a giant filling her. Cries of agonized pleasure and ecstasy tore from her throat. Her eyes remained open, but they glazed. She had never felt anything like this in her life! "DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!" she implored.
Randy couldn't stop. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. No power on earth or Heaven could possibly have made him stop. His whole cock was hard and alive. It was supercharged with urgency, filled with imperative, hard pulsating need!
Randy's fucking was like a machine. It was wild-mindless, ruthless, utterly without mercy. His cock strained and lengthened more, became harder. It swelled to a gigantic size. Without thinking, he let his weight fall. He dug his hands under her firm buttocks and dug in, fucking like an insane animal. His breath was gasping, hoarsely now. The sperm was churning, roiling, boiling around in his balls. Hotly it surged up into his hard cock. He became lost in a tense, blind, excruciating world, a world of frenzied approaching, imminent, agonizing orgasm!
Finally his powerful arms pulled her naked body close. He mashed and ground his pubic bone against her open, wet cunt. Sobbing with ecstasy, Melody shrieked out. Her cunt spasmed to meet the newest plunge of his now immense, swollen cock. Her whole cunt, her entire womb spasmed and convulsed as Randy gritted his teeth.
Randy felt as if he was going out of his mind! Now! Now-now-now! his mind screamed. Finally with a belching gush, his hot liquid manhood erupted. The boiling sperm spilled from him in a torrent, spurted thickly and heavily into her wildly spasming, fluttering belly!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Noreen Jerked her eyes open as soon as the car stopped for the second time. The two hands were still busy, fumbling around in her crotch, so it took her some time to gather her wits and to settle the small thrilling sensations which were coursing through her body. "W-where the hell are we?" she asked.
Tom leaned back over the seat. He stared lustfully right into her moist, open cunt. "We re at Mr. Doyle's private cabin," he said. "Mr. Doyle is the assistant manager of the hotel and he has a private cabin up here."
Noreen struggled her way to an upright position. Reluctantly each boy alongside her withdrew his hand from her moist pussy. Quickly she pulled down her skirt. "Well, it's about time. That diddling around was getting me pretty worked up. Now, let's go inside and start doing things."
All of the boys were startled by her eagerness. Dirk pushed the car door open. Noreen practically pushed him out, then scrambled out of the car. "Whew-I'm really hot," she said, fanning herself with her hand. "I swear you guys better make sure that you satisfy me."
The four boys exchanged glances. Christ, what a woman! At first, they thought Tom had been kidding. Now they were simply amazed, startled beyond belief.
"Christ-she must be a nympho," whispered Steve to Roger.
"Shit, who the hell cares. Let's get her into the cabin and let's get going."
Noreen followed Tom and Dirk to the cabin. Roger and Steve lingered behind her as if to make sure she couldn't run away. Tom had the key to the cabin. Clumsily he fumbled with it. He finally unlatched the front door. "Jeez, I hope he keeps a lot of liquor here."
Noreen followed Tom and Dirk inside. After they passed the doorway, Dirk turned around quickly to her. He gathered her into his arms, kissed her lightly, then started groping under her skirt.
"Christ, where's the booze. You guys are going to need it," said Noreen as she let him slide his hand into her cunt again. "Let's get the party started."
All five of them were in the cabin now. It was a three room affair: living room, bedroom, and a small kitchenette. To the left, there was a small bathroom with a shower.
Steve and Roger closed the door behind them. After latching the door, they began fingering and feeling their own cocks. Both of their pricks were hard. They exchanged excited glances as Dirk continued pawing and probing her with his hand under her skirt.
Dirk's eyes were bright. They were glittering with lust and naked hunger for Noreen's body. Steve stopped playing with his cock. What was the sense if you didn't take it out of your pants? He pushed the door to the bedroom wide open. There was a large double bed inside. He grinned and winked at Dirk. "Hey, look at the size of the bed. Let's get right in there. Somebody go find the booze."
Dirk began whispering lewdly in Noreen's ear. A warm glow suffused her body. "You keep saying that you want it," she said. "What exactly is it that you want most from my body?"
Dirk held her very close. His hand was still under her skirt. Swiftly his two fingers slipped into the hot hole of her cunt. He slid them deep up into her body, then worked them up and down.
Noreen wriggled with delight. God, his fingers were long. "Oh, now I get it. What you want is my cunt-right?"
Noreen sat down on the big double bed. She lifted her skirt and spread her legs widely apart. Then she spread the lips of her cunt for all of them.
All of the boys' eyes were bulging out of their heads. "Yes, that's what I want most," said Dirk hoarsely. He moved forward quickly. Again his hand reached into her wet cunt. He squirmed his two fingers back into her, swashed them around. He pushed her back flat down onto the bed.
Being the youngest, Tom started looking nervous. He went back into the living room to look for the booze. The other two boys just stood around motionless at
THE END of the bed. Since Dirk was at her first, they decided to let him proceed.
Noreen was lying flat on her back. Her skirt was up over her white belly. She was smiling up at Dirk. Softly Dirk inhaled as he stared down at her naked belly and her fully exposed cunt. Jeez, he could almost count all of her hairs. The cunt lips down below were actually pouting. They were open, revealing the inner moist, pink tissue as she spread her legs further apart.
Noreen's head was swimming. She felt filled with lust. She looked up into Dirk's eyes. He wants to fuck me, she thought. So do the other three boys. Christ, what a hell of a time she was going to have. She'd be having orgasms for hours. Why hadn't she ever thought of a gang-bang like this before?
Noreen saw Dirk unfastening his pants. He slid them down, stepped out of them, then pushed his shorts down. Immediately his cock sprang into the air. It was hard and stiff, and it bobbed up and down like a bouncing flagpole. Noreen drew in her breath. She felt a quiver run through her flesh. Oh God, how she wanted his cock. She wanted all four of their cocks. She wanted to feel cocks sliding and pushing up inside her. She wanted to feel them fucking her, ripping her all apart ... then spitting their loads of hot slimy come into her.
Dirk's body fell alongside her on the bed. He rolled over, turned sideways and over. As he rolled over on his back, he pulled Noreen over on top of him. Noreen giggled. She liked the idea of being on top. She wiggled her hips and spread her thighs as he moved his knees and pushed his thighs between hers. She raised herself. Both of her breasts jutted out. Dirk and the two boys stared at them, licked their lips. Slowly she relaxed herself. She parted her thighs widely over his flanks as his cock began pressing searchingly upward.
Dirk arched his body up higher. The head of his cock barely touched her slippery lips. Noreen laughed. She reached down and took hold of his hard cock. She guided it between her wet pussy lips. Then she slowly slid herself down on his stiff shaft.
The boy's cock slid into her easily. It wasn't even seven inches long. "Oh, baby," moaned Dirk.
"Jeez-it feels good!"
His cock was nestled deep up into her body. He began to twist and move himself under her, sliding his cock in and out. Noreen smiled and helped him. She cooperated by moving her hips and loins, pulling her cunt up and down. As her cunt descended on his cock, she kept opening and closing her thighs. She did her best to increase the pressure on his cock from the inner walls of her cunt.
"Christ ... but is that good!" Dirk was really enjoying the delicious tight smoothness. "Boy, are you juicy inside!"
Every time Noreen closed her thighs against his hips, she squeezed his cock strongly. Soon Dirk began to work harder. He couldn't resist the persuasive milking. He fucked, bucked to shove his cock in deeper, began humping up and down more rapidly.
Steve and Roger were standing there watching, their eyes moist and excited. They could actually see Dirk's hard, wet cock sliding up into her body. First it disappeared up into her, right up to his hairy balls, then quickly it slid back out all wet and gleaming with the juices of her cunt.
No one noticed Tom when he reappeared in the doorway with two bottles of whiskey in his hands. Tom just stood there, too. His eyes bulged as he held the two bottles of whiskey loosely in his hands. Wow, what a sight! He could see why Steve and Roger were staring. The sight of Noreen's adult naked bottom squirming, writhing and rotating as Dirk's hard cock slid in and out of her cunt was enough to get anyone terribly excited. Quickly Tom put down the two bottles. He unzipped his pants, took out his own hard cock and started stroking it.
Steve saw what he was doing. He smiled. Then he unfastened his zipper, too. His cock sprang out like a bobcat. It lurched before he grabbed it and started chafing it gently.
Roger was watching Noreen's slippery cunt lips curl outward as Dirk's cock withdrew. He held his breath as he watched the wet tissue push back and pucker inside as Dirk's cock shoved and went into her again. "Jeez, it's just like watching a stag film or something," he said.
Roger walked over to the side of the bed. He sat down on the edge of it. He was so excited, he was trembling. Neither Noreen nor Dirk seemed aware of his presence. Noreen continued to twist and writhe as Dirk fucked her savagely. Slowly Roger reached his hand out. He placed it under her bottom.
"OHhhh! Ahhhh!" The moans came from Dirk's mouth as he worked more vigorously, as he drove his hard shaft in to the limit into her wet, tightly clasping cunt.
Dirk screwed as hard as he could. His loins and buttocks bucked and leaped. The springs of the mattress started squeaking like crazy. Wet slurping sounds began to arise from Noreen's wet pussy lips. Her cunt was reacting to the continuous thrusting up of his hard cock. It got juicier, began flowing as she squirmed herself down hard on him, trying to jam her hard clitoris against his fast-moving cock.
Roger poked his finger close to her moving vagina. Instead of inserting it inside next to Dirk's moving cock, he drew his fingertip over her slippery wet cunt lips. Then he slid it back to the small puckered hole of her anus. Gingerly his wet finger felt the slickness of her tight asshole. He suffered a mad temptation to drive his finger in deep, but he resisted the impulse. He gathered some more juice from her sopping wet cunt. Then he lifted his finger to his nostrils and smelled it. "Ah ... good old cunt juice," he said.
Steve and Tom had moved closer to the bed. They were standing, almost crouching over Dirk's and Noreen's damp, sweating bodies. Both pairs of eyes were glued. They were each watching Dirk's hard, stiff shaft drive up into her body, squeeze out. Also they were watching how much wetter Noreen's cunt was getting, how the slippery, slithery lips seemed to spread out even more widely as Dirk's cock drove upwards and in.
"Arrgggh!" A short, sharp groan escaped from Noreen's throat. Quickly she hoisted herself. She swiveled her pelvis, drove herself down hard on his cock, began grinding furiously. "C'mon-fuck! FUCK!" she urged as her body squirmed and trembled.
Dirk began to pant from his efforts. His cock was buried into her really deep. Suddenly his loins jerked.
"THAT'S IT! SHOOT IT INTO ME!" screamed Noreen. the words spilled from her mouth as Dirk's cock detonated and started spurting deep inside of her cunt. The inner swelling and spasms of his exploding cock started Noreen's cunt spasming. She threw her head back, gritted her teeth as the fierce spasmodic sensations tore through her loins.
Finally Dirk's climax was over. Noreen slid her cunt upwards. "Holy Jesus!" exclaimed Tom as Dirk's cock slipped out. Her vulva was upraised, revealed. The lips were still curled open, even though Dirk's cock was no longer in. Awed, Tom and Steve both stared. Their eyes watched the inner red wetness, studied the heavy blob of white come which was oozing and rolling down out of her body.
The blob of white come flowed slowly down. It flooded out of her cunt and started running down the inside of her thighs.
Dirk rolled out from underneath her with a sigh. Noreen slid off his body. She fell face down on the bed, then turned herself over on her back. For a moment, she lay completely still. Her eyes were closed and her body was still writhing. Finally her eyes opened. She smiled up at the remaining boys.
Roger's prick had swollen to a huge size. Noreen looked at it with satisfaction. Good, it was bigger than Dirk's. She would enjoy it more. She gave Roger an inviting smile. Then her eyes spotted the liquor on the table. "Here, give me some of that."
Roger filled up a small glass. He handed it to her. Greedily she drank it down, then she handed the empty glass back. Instantly fresh heat flooded through her body. Her hands began unfastening the rest of her clothes. One by one, she dropped each article on the floor. Finally her bra came off. Her full white breasts popped into view ... and she was completely naked.
Roger stared at the perfection of her full rounded breasts. His tongue slid out as he wet his lips.
Slowly Noreen's hands caressed her firm breasts. "Jeez, I'm getting hot again. My nipples are starting to hurt!"
Steve was staring at her breasts, too. He moved over to the other side of the bed, leaned down and kissed her breast. He opened his mouth. He searched with his lips and tongue until he found her nipple. Then he sucked it into his mouth. "Ooooohhh! That's good!" squealed Noreen. Quickly she offered him her other breast. "Here, do this one, too," she whispered hoarsely.
Steve's head went down to both breasts. His lips attached and closed over her other nipple. He sucked it, tickled it with his tongue.
Finally Tom decided to get into the act. Hell, why should he be shy about things! He knelt on the floor beside the bed, fastened his own mouth over her other free, erect nipple.
Crooning sounds of satisfaction began to emanate from Noreen's lips. This was more like it-two boys sucking her tits at the same time. Her body shivered with erotic pleasure. God, it was like being in heaven!
Noreen noticed Dirk standing by the night table. He was shaking the wet drops of come from his cock. "C'mon, Dirk. I'd like to have my snatch sucked out at the same time."
Dirk's face fell. He looked shocked. He looked down nervously into her sperm-filled cunt as she started spreading her legs. Finally he took a corner of the sheet. He wiped most of the white glop away from her pussy. "Okay, I'll do it," he said.
Dirk was still overexcited. He was feverish, despite his recent orgasm. He positioned himself near the bottom of the bed. Then he knelt, leaned his head over and allowed it to sink between her arched legs.
Her cunt was wet and slightly salty. He realized that he was licking up his own stuff as well as hers. The hell with it. This was an orgy. It was no time to hold back. Instead it was a time to do wild, weird, far-out freaky things. His tongue slithered up the wide open gash of her parted cunt. She moved, lowered herself so that her clitoris fell into his mouth. He grasped it with his lips. He began chewing and kneading it.
Noreen went absolutely wild! "OH, GOD!" she yelled as the fierce sensations gripped her entire clitoris.
Roger grabbed his big cock with his hand. The salacious scene in front of him was just too much to take. Quickly he moved to the head of the bed. He stood there with his cock in his hand. He looked down into Noreen's twisting, smiling, contorted face. With three boys working on her body she looked as if she were in paradise.
Roger just stood there. He waited for her to open her eyes. He knew what he wanted to do, but he needed her cooperation.
Noreen thrashed her head from side to side. Her hair lashed like a whip. The sensations of ecstasy were indescribable. Each of her nipples was being tantalized, tortured excruciatingly. They were being teased, titillated by two twisting, writhing wet tongues. They were lost in two delicious, warm mouths. Each nipple was turgid and erect, swollen considerably. They were shooting pulsating sensations through her body. Down below, her clitoris and her cunt were jumping, jerking and throbbing as Dirk's mouth and tongue worked on them.
Suddenly Dirk's tongue stabbed deep into her hard clitoris. It drilled, burrowed and dug. A spasm of keen inner orgasm zoomed right through her lower midsection and groin. Noreen opened her eyes in sheer pleasure and awe. She looked up, saw Roger's big, thick cock swaying and bobbing over her face.
Noreen was really turned on. She knew precisely what Roger wanted. She gave him a quick smile, then she opened her mouth. Roger's face tensed. He understood. Eagerly he stretched himself forward. He leaned over her face, then lowered himself until his cock was poised right at the entrance to her mouth. Her lips parted ... and Roger pushed the head of his cock between them.
Roger's cock was fairly big. Noreen felt her lips and mouth stretching. His cock was very thick at the bottom, but her lips stretched elastically and easily over it. Within a moment, Roger made a soft sound. He moaned with relief as he felt her soft, warm lips clasped firmly about the root of his cock. Jesus, the head of his cock was practically down in her throat. And he was going to shoot his cock off into her mouth. When he did, it would go right down her throat She wouldn't even have a chance to gag or retch. She'd just choke on his come, gulp it right down.
A feeling of frenzied, erotic pleasure was coursing throughout Noreen's naked body. Her flesh was shivering, quivering. It was all covered with goose-bumps. Dirk's tongue was bringing her to another mind-blazing climax. At her breasts, the two mouths working at her nipples were sending ecstatic thrills through her.
Roger's cock began swelling in her mouth. Noreen gagged as she felt the swollen head entering the tight, constricted oval of her throat. Frantically she siphoned. She sucked hard. From the way he was positioned over her head, there was nothing else she could do. Even a smaller cock would have found its way into her throat. Her mouth and tongue worked furiously. A high-pitched sound screeched from Roger's throat. His body jerked and he almost pulled his cock out of her mouth. Quickly he shoved it back in. He pushed it in so deep that Noreen started choking again. By God, he was going to climax ... shoot off his load! Furiously Noreen began sucking again.
Noreen's clitoris felt as if it was exploding. It was jerking wildly. Her hips and loins were leaping so much that Dirk was forced to grip it between his teeth. The fine edges nipped at it, almost ripped and lacerated it. He rubbed her clitoris, kneaded it hard with his tongue. She cried out in agony.
The wild searing sensation of explosive orgasm ripped through Noreen's body at the exact instant that Roger's cock began climaxing in her mouth. Swiftly the scalding thick come shot and leaped from his cock. The heavy spurts gushed right into her throat. Noreen gagged and choked. The slimy stuff was cloying and thick. It was sticking in her throat. Quickly she gulped and swallowed. The thick liquid come rolled down her throat, slid like slime into her stomach. Fresh spurts of hot come leaped from Roger's cock. She gagged, gulped and swallowed again and again.
Noreen's naked body was shivering, shuddering. As the cock kept swelling and spurting in her mouth, her own loins twitched and heaved. God, what a crazy, wild orgasm! She could feel it all over her luscious body. She was shaking and shuddering all over. The tips of her nipples were tingling like mad. Her cunt was clenching, spasming strongly ... and her clitoris was burning with wild, intense sensation.
Suddenly Noreen wanted to cry out. It was just too much pleasure, far too much rich sensation. With the prick in her mouth, she couldn't cry out. She could only gurgle. "Ulp, umm, urgle," her throat crooned desperately. Finally the thick heavy spurting of come in her mouth stopped. Her mouth and throat were filled with it, glutted.
She gulped, gulped again, swallowed down as much of it as she could. Then she pushed Roger's cock out of her mouth.
"Oh, my God-my cunt is spasming like wild!' she finally managed to sputter. She squirmed, began writhing as the ecstatic sensations continued. Her throat was still gagging on Roger's sex fluid. She kept swallowing. "Please ... please bite my breasts," she pleaded. "BITE! Make them HURT!" Suddenly her body quaked convulsively again. "Oh, God! It's ... it's starting all over again.
I'm ... I'm comiinnng!"
Noreen's body was a twisting, squirming mass of sex-crazed, naked flesh. Spastic convulsions kept tearing through her body torturously. They peaked, subsided, peaked again strongly and ruthlessly. God, she had never felt anything so savage in her life. All of her organs were tight, swollen into big knots. Her taut abdomen was fluttering and shaking. Inside, her cunt spasmed again and again. Finally the three boys removed their mouths and tongues from her feverishly squirming body. Each of them stood up and watched in wonder as her body climaxed again and again.
Noreen started rolling from side to side. She was caught in the grips of something foreign and alien. One orgasm was following the other. Her body couldn't stop shaking. Her cunt wouldn't cease convulsing and spasming. She felt as if she were dying. Everything was being drained out of her. The intense, excruciating pleasure was just too much for any human female to bear. Wildly she started moaning and groaning. Her teeth chattered and meaningless words spilled from her mouth. Small gasps and "Oh's" escaped from her lust-torn lips.
Barney Doyle was in a dither. He was walking, pacing the floor of his office. There were six boys missing from the work force at the hotel this morning. First, Charley and Eddie, the two junior lifeguards, hadn't shown up for duty at poolside this morning. Now Room Service had advised him that the Captain and another boy had disappeared from duty. Also, Desk Service had told him the same about two of their best bellhops. What the hell was going on, anyway? Where were the teenage kids? Where could they have disappeared to?
"Gee, Mr. Doyle ... I just don't know. All I know is that neither of them showed up this morning," said Pete Masters. "And now things are getting hectic. Since I have to remain at the pool, I have no one to hand out towels and set up the chairs. Also I don't have anyone to watch the kids playing around in the kiddie pool."
The complaints started coming in right after he closed down the kiddie pool. "What the hell is going on here, anyhow?" complained a guest. "I'm paying over forty dollars a day and my kids can't even use the kiddie pool! On top of that, I can't even get anything from Room Service!"
At the front desk, everything was backed up. Departing guests were milling around, waiting for someone to check them out. New guests arriving at the hotel were indignantly demanding that someone carry in their bags for them.
Barney Doyle did his best to appease his guests. He apologized, promised to look into the matter at once. When new guests kept arriving with luggage, he assigned the porter to help out. Then he ordered the clerks from the Service Desk to help bring up suitcases.
Everything was in a complete shambles. Barney was angry as all blazes. "I'm telling you, the whole place is going to hell!" Barney Doyle was wiping his brow. He was complaining to his secretary. "With six kids not on duty, it's almost as if the help had gone out on strike...."
Jane Posten, his secretary, looked at him. "Do you want me to try and find out what happened to them?"
The phone started ringing on Barney's desk. It had been ringing all morning. He looked at his secretary with a look of exasperation. "God, the phone just doesn't stop ringing. Yes, yes, please go out and find out what you can. Right now, my hands are all tied up with answering calls and complaints."
When Jane Posten returned almost an hour later, Barney Doyle looked fatigued. "Gee, what's the matter, Mr. Doyle? You look positively awful!"
Barney sighed wearily. "Jane, you have absolutely no idea. Why, the place has become a living madhouse. The phone hasn't stopped ringing since you left. Room Service and the Front Desk are screaming. They just can't handle things with two boys short on each end. Christ, we're even trying other hotels to see if we can borrow a few kids from them."
Barney sank tiredly into his chair. Remembering her mission, he looked up at her. "Well, did you find anything out? Do you have even a hint of where all six kids might be?"
Jane Posten's face looked a little peculiar. It was almost as if she didn't know whether to smile or what. "Well, yes. I-I did manage to run into a few explanations. In fact, the two junior lifeguards should be on duty within a few minutes." Barney looked at her with his mouth wide open. "Christ, where the hell were they? It's almost one in the afternoon."
Jane Posten licked her lips. She didn't know quite how to explain. Suddenly she started giggling. She covered her mouth as her body shook with mirth. "Well, I know you're not going to like this, Mr. Doyle ... but, believe it or not, both of them were resting and recuperating."
Barney Doyle looked astonished. "Resting and recuperating? Christ-recuperating from what?" His secretary's face flushed. She looked very embarrassed. She coughed uneasily before beginning. "Well, really it's quite a simple story. Ever since early this morning, they were spending their time with a certain young lady in her room ... one of our guests. Somehow or other, when they left her, both of them were so exhausted they simply couldn't report for work."
Barney's eyes blinked. It didn't take much to fill in the rest of the picture. "Who the hell was this young lady? Which guest is she?"
Already Barney had a pretty good idea. His face hardly blanched as his secretary said: "I'm afraid it was young Melody Stanton."
Barney sat back in his chair. He clasped his hands in his lap. "Okay-so that accounts for two of them. Now what the hell about the other four-the two from Room Service and the two bellhops?"
Jane Posten squared her shoulders. Her face crimsoned to beet-red. "Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you this ... but the rumor is that all four boys were seen taking off. They started taking off about 10 a.m. And they left in a car."
Barney Doyle's head was swimming. He was angry as all hell. It was simply fantastic, completely unbelievable. Christ, ever since that little teenager showed up, his life had become a shambles. "Christ, don't tell me that all four of them took off with Melody StantonI"
Barney's secretary looked very embarrassed again. "No," she said very nervously. "They weren't seen taking off with her. They were seen taking off with her mother, Noreen Stanton."
Again Barney's eyes blinked. He gulped, looked at his secretary with genuine astonishment. Then he sank back into his chair very wearily.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was a delicate situation all around. Melody didn't know quite how to handle it. If Barney Doyle meant what he said, then he would report her mother to the authorities.
"I don't know if you realize it, young lady, but there are laws concerning things like this. Right now, your mother is out screwing and fooling around with four boys from this hotel. This morning, according to rumor, she seduced a young sixteen-year-old from Room Service. He's one of the boys she's out with now. Why, she could be charged and jailed on the grounds of contributing to the delinquency of minors!"
Melody was in Mr. Doyle's private office. Right now the assistant manager was pretty angry. "And don't think I don't know about you, too," he said. His face was flushed. It was dark red and a blue vein was throbbing at his temple. Tremblingly he wagged a finger at her. "Yesterday, I caught you seducing Eddie, one of the junior lifeguards. The two of you were down in the laundry room, and I could see everything you were doing. Last night, after the lights went out, you fucked and screwed around with Pete Masters. Why, Christ-you even let him eat out your snatch. And then you sucked his cock and swallowed every last bit of his jism!"
Barney Doyle seemed to be getting angrier and angrier. Melody honestly didn't know what to say or do.
Barney's eyes were staring at her. Jesus, what a body the kid had. "Christ-what sort of place do you think this is, anyway? Do you think it's a personal playground, a place for sexual athletics-strictly for you and your mother?" Barney Doyle was shaking. He couldn't keep his eyes off her young body, but his hands were trembling with rage anyway. "God, today you and your mother disrupted everything. First, you seduced Eddie and the other young lifeguard that works with him. Hell, that left me two boys short at poolside. And now your mother still hasn't returned. And it's almost six clock. She's still out with the two bellhops and the other two boys from Room Service. Why, Jesus, the whole place is going to hell. Thank God Eddie and Charley are back. At least things are all right at poolside now. But do you have the vaguest idea of just how screwed up everything is in Room Service and at the Front Desk?"
For a moment, Melody felt like giggling. It was hard to believe that her mother had taken off with four teenagers. Boy, what a time she must be having, she thought. Why, she'd be lucky if they didn't screw her to death. Suddenly she felt like giggling again. She knew her mother's capacity, her voracious appetite. She was feeling sorry for the wrong party. It was the four boys who were to be pitied.
Barney stopped ranting and raving. His eyes were glued to her voluptuous, girlish body. He mopped his brow, sat down in his chair. "Jesus, do you realize how much trouble you and your mother are in. Why, gosh-if I call the cops, they'll haul the both of you off to jail."
Melody felt uneasy, but her mind was still clear. Now he was bluffing and she knew it. Certainly no cop would hard her off to jail. She was a minor. Alertly, she tuned in her ears acutely. There was something more going on here than was apparent on the surface ... something deeper and much more meaningful. Right now, she didn't know what it was, but somehow there was something hollow about his fit of rage. In a way, his rage didn't ring true. It was almost as if he was caught in something personal-a feeling of jealousy and envy or something. He was angry all right, but she felt there was more to it than just what she and her mother had done.
Barney kept staring at her. God, she was the best piece of ass he had seen in ages I "Look, sit down," he said. "I want to talk with you, discuss things with you straight."
The assistant manager's hands were drumming on his desk. His eyes were staring at her moistly, speculatively. Now Melody was certain. It wasn't just anger over the disruption to the hotel and its services. It was jealousy and envy. The man had the hots for her. He had seen her fooling around, and now he wanted in on the action.
Quietly she sat down in the chair before his big desk. She crossed her legs, giving him plenty of thigh to look at. "Look, Mr. Doyle," she said, smiling her prettiest. "I-I'm sorry about what happened. If there's anything I can do to help matters, please let me know."
Barney Doyle's ears picked up. He liked her new contrite attitude. Christ, maybe he could pull it off, after all. "Look, Melody ... as bad as things are, they can be straightened out. Everything in the world can be straightened out-if only people cooperate and try hard enough."
Melody almost felt like laughing. She knew what was coming. "Yes, sir," she said.
"Look, Melody, between you and your mother, you're fucking everyone all over the place." Barney Doyle sat further back in his chair. His eyes gazed at her hotly. They almost leered. "Right now, I'm not interested in making trouble for anyone, especially your mother. And I certainly don't want to make trouble for a young girl as pretty as you...."
Melody sat very still in the chair. She didn't know how to encourage him, so she just smiled at him.
"Now look, Melody, I-I could be persuaded into just forgetting about things."
Melody just stared at him. "How, Mr. Doyle?" Barney Doyle paused. He pondered, as if trying to make a decision. "All right, let's get the cards out on the table," he said finally said. "If you and your mother want to continue like this, I'm willing to look the other way. However, if I do ... I expect something in return."
Barney relaxed in his chair. He thought things over. Boy, what a time he would have, fucking both mother and daughter.
Melody gulped. Well, at least things were out in the open. "What do you mean, Mr. Doyle?" Barney looked at her darkly. She was putting him on now and he knew it. She knew precisely what he meant. "Now, come on, Melody, you're certainly not stupid. I have a hunch you know exactly what I have in mind."
This time Melody couldn't help herself. Christ, what if he wanted her mother and her both at the same time? She blushed demurely. "Yes ... I'm afraid I do know what you have in mind." Barney hunched forward in his chair, surprised by the genuine blush. "Well, how about it? Just where do you draw the line, Melody? Do I get in on the action or not?"
Again Melody blushed. Jeez, the man was past fifty. She couldn't imagine herself doing anything with him. He was more than twice her age. In fact, he might even be three times her age.
Barney Doyle seemed to lose his patience. "C'mon ... don't play games with me. I'm making you a straightforward proposition. If I decide to forget all about this and let it go on, what'll you do for me? What won't you do?"
Melody didn't know how to get out of it. "I don't know what you mean," she said. "I can't decide something like that so quick."
Barney Doyle shrugged his shoulders. "All right, I'll give it to you straight and clear. You do want to keep your mother out of trouble, don't you? And also you want to continue staying on here, screwing and having fun with the help. Okay, what will you do in return? Will you strip down to the skin and let me fuck you right here and now? Will you suck my cock-or what?" Melody gasped. She had never been propositioned so outrageously in her life. Up to now, everything had just happened sort of naturally, mostly at her own instigation.
Barney saw the indecision, the look of hesitancy on her face. "Oh, for Christ's sake-get out of here! What am I bargaining with you for?" Slowly his hand reached for the phone. "I'll just call the police. One way or another, they'll manage to pin something on you and your mother. If not you, they'll get your mother for sure."
The change in attitude jolted Melody. She had never dealt with a business man before. "Wait a minute, Mr. Doyle. Don't pick up that phone yet." Barney Doyle leered. "Yeah ... why not?" Melody felt flustered. She wasn't worried about herself, but if he knew the cops, she was sure he could get her mother into trouble. "Jesus, gimme a chance. Let me get used to the idea of this." Barney's hand remained poised over the phone. "Okay ... fair enough," he said. "I'll give you fifteen seconds to think it over."
Melody began to feel very upset. She realized that she couldn't cope with the man. "Look, can't you tell me a little more-about what you expect, I mean?"
Barney looked at her. He smiled. He knew that he had her beat. Casually his eyes dropped to her bosom. He studied both of her tits as they lay cradled in her dress. "Okay, doll ... this is how it is, as far as you are concerned. From here on in, you let me fuck you. Also you suck my cock-like you did for Eddie and Pete Masters. Whenever I'm around and I snap my fingers, you come running. From this moment on, I own that delicious little pussy of yours."
Melody stared at him with her mouth wide open. "And what about my mother?" she asked. Barney Doyle chuckled. He realized that he would have to be cagey. "Oh, so that's what's bothering you. Shit-who's interested in your mother? Besides, maybe I'll work out a deal with her on my own later. Bight now, I'm just interested in you."
Melody got flustered again. Somehow she felt she had to salvage something. "No, this is strictly between you and me. If I do as you ask, you have to promise to leave my mother alone. Also she doesn't get to know about you and me."
Barney sighed. Christ, it would have been nice having a crack at both of them. "Okay, so now were bargaining. Good girl. I like that sort of savvy. All right, I'll promise to leave your mother alone. This little arrangement will be strictly between you and me."
Melody got up from the chair. "What do we do? Shake on it?"
Barney laughed outright. "Hey, you know-I like you already. You've got plenty of spunk." Suddenly his eyes grew darker. They grinned at her lewdly, very business-like. "Okay, now that we understand things, let's start stripping. I'm anxious to see what sort of merchandise I just bought." Melody looked up at the windows. The blinds were very carefully drawn, closed completely. Slyly she placed her tongue against the inside of her cheek. "Is that all you want-just to see my body?"
Barney lit up a cigar. He grinned at her owlishly. "Honey, you really got guts. I like that." He flicked the burnt-out match into the ash tray, then glowered at her. "No, that's not all I want to see. First, I'm gonna look at your body and your tits. Then I'm gonna look at that sweet teenage pussy of yours. Then after I'm through doing that, I'm gonna fuck and plow you right on that leather couch over there."
He nodded his head towards a couch by the wall. Melody glanced at it. Her fingers began toying with the buttons to her dress. She began disrobing. Barney breathed heavily. He watched her very carefully.
There was a cold, calculating look in Barney Doyle's eyes. Melody felt very uncomfortable undressing in front of him. Methodically she took off her dress. She snaked her hips, pulled it up over her head. Then she undid the clasps to her bra.
Barney's breath inhaled deeply as her full breasts spilled into view. "Holy cow ... they actually stand up straight. I haven't seen that in years. Man, what a pair of boobs! What beautiful nipples! Am I going to enjoy handling and squeezing them!"
Nervously Melody slithered out of her panties. His eyes practically bugged out of his head as he gazed at her nude body. "Jesus, kid ... you've got a terrific body. Your tits are better than those of a movie star."
Melody threw her clothes over the chair. She stood before him completely unashamed. What the hell did it matter? It was only another pair of eyes.
"Now, turn around, real slow," he directed.
Melody turned her body around very slowly. As she did so, she could almost feel his lecherous eyes searing into her skin. When she was all turned around again, she saw how excited he was. His eyes were hot, almost raging with lust. At his crotch, his prick was bulging and tenting the front of his pants.
Quickly Barney Doyle started undressing himself. He walked over to make sure that the door was locked. "Jesus, at first I thought this was going to be a real punk day. There was so much trouble, I didn't know what to do." After shucking his shoes, he took off his coat jacket and shirt. "Heck, it just goes to show you. You never know how a day will turn up."
He pushed his pants down. He stumbled awkwardly, cursed before he got them off his ankles. Deliberately he left his shorts on. He turned and approached her. As he walked over, Melody looked at his cock. It was completely exposed, standing out straight from the long open slot of his shorts.
Barney Doyle's cock looked ugly. It was brawny, but curiously misshapen. Big blue veins were sticking out all over it. The wet slimy glans was popping through the fleshy foreskin.
Somehow his cock looked greasy. "Jeez-aren't you going to take your shorts off?" she asked.
His hard slimy cock weaved from side to side, bobbing as he walked. "Why do I need my shorts off? My prick can dig into your cunt just as easily like this."
Barney Doyle was pretty fat. Melody suspected that he was trying to hide the lower half of his body. He grinned and leered at her. He stared at her tits. "Besides, I haven't got time. I want to get into you right away."
He shoved her with his hand, pushed her down flat on her back on the couch. Within a second, he was all over her. His chest was wheezing. He was breathing hard. Quickly his hands grabbed her breasts. They pulled them. They rubbed, palmed and squeezed them. "Ouch!" said Melody. "Hey, take it easy, will ya? If you squeeze them and keep pulling on them like that, you'll rip them right off."
Barney was much too overexcited to care. He was frantic to get his prick into her. With one hand, he squeezed her tit. With his other, he fumbled, trying to pry her cunt lips apart.
Melody sucked in her breath. Hell, he was milking her tit just like a cow. The weight of his huge body was heavy on her. She could smell his rank sweat. She felt the head of his big cock. It was pushing, nudging its way into her moist slit. Jesus-his cock was as big as Eddie's! It was easily eight inches and it felt just as carnal and lustful.
Barney Doyle pushed the head of his cock into her. She was moist, but not wet enough. He shoved and pushed harder.
Melody winced. "Hey-take it easy! I just douched only an hour ago."
He looked down at her. He sneered as he pulled his cock back. "Heck ... from the way you go from guy to guy, why even bother? Just keep the jism up there so things stay greased for the next guy coming in."
Barney looked annoyed at the fact that she wasn't wet or aroused. He diddled the head of his cock inside the lips of her cunt. "Don't worry about it. I'm leaking already. I'll make you wet by myself."
Melody's hand snaked down between her legs. She took hold of his loathsome prick, then stuffed it gingerly into the slit. "Now ... just push. Push real easy."
Barney didn't like taking directions, especially from a teenage girl. He hunched back, pushed hard. His cock pushed and slid deep into her cunt.
Everything deep inside was warm and snug. It was smooth and deliciously tight. Barney seemed delighted. "God, I just knew it would be like this. Damn it, you just can't beat a teenage cunt. Everything's so warm and tight, it feels just like a gripping glove."
Melody began to feel her own excitement mounting. She didn't like him one bit, but she enjoyed his coarseness, his outright dominance over her. It was funny and she could hardly believe it, but somehow she sensed that she was going to enjoy it with him.
Melody pulled at his shoulders. The pace of her breathing was increasing. "Push it in further! Fuck me! Fuck me with it!"
Barney looked stunned. He was amazed, thrilled beyond measure to hear the arousal and lust in her voice. Hey, it was going to be all right! The kid actually liked the feeling of his cock inside her. Quickly he began thrusting and shoving. Her face grimaced, but he fucked her in a frenzy anyway. He buried his cock deep into her, then withdrew it roughly. "How about that! Maybe it's better when it's a little dry and rough," he said.
Melody laughed in her throat. She wasn't dry anymore. She could feel his big slimy cock shoving, sliding in and out of her. In a way, it was almost like having Pete Masters fuck her again. He, too, had been very strong, very domineering. Swiftly her legs flew up. They snaked around his body. She began exerting her thigh and calf muscles. She tried to pull him in deeper ... deeper and deeper.
"Christ, this is a surprise," said Barney. "You're really hot stuff! I like you even better when you're like this!"
Melody was feeling annoyed. The man was an oaf. He didn't know the first thing about fucking, how to satisfy a girl. He wasn't fucking her fast enough. He wasn't fucking deep or hard enough, either. "Stop talkin'! Quit fooling around ... and start fucking me real deep. Fuck me faster, HARDER!"
Barney was just fucking her nice and steady. He was taking nice long easy strokes into her deliciously warm cunt, enjoying its tight-clasping smoothness. "Jeez, but you're a real hot one, aren't you? No wonder you drive everyone wacky."
Barney started pumping her harder and faster. His manhood was at stake, so he exerted himself. His cock slid in and out of her at a furious, blistering pace. "Well, how's that for a change of speed? Boy, I'll bet no young punk can do it any faster or better than that!"
Melody was moaning. It was starting to feel real good. "Just keep up the fuckin'. As long as we're going to be friends like this, I want to enjoy it."
Barney was beginning to work up a sweat. He felt slightly tired. It had been years since he fucked anyone as hard or as fast as this. Jesus, the kid was a real nympho. She had been fucking like crazy ever since yesterday. God only knew how many guys she had taken on, how many cocks she had let fuck her. And what about all of that cock-sucking, too. Christ, she was a sex maniac. She was worse than a jack-rabbit. As soon as a cock got into her, she was off to the. races. God only help the man that married her.
Barney was bucking, leaping, thrusting and slamming. Melody began to realize that he wasn't going to wait for her. Judging from his gasping, he just couldn't wait. Inwardly she felt highly annoyed. Christ, why couldn't he wait for her? His cock began thrusting faster and faster. Shit! He was going for his climax. Going for it like mad! Quickly she concentrated. Small fluttering sensations began coursing through her lower abdomen. Finally she began feeling the beginning of the big knot deep inside of her. The knot grew. It swelled and burgeoned. Thank God, she thought.
"Hold on-I-I'm gonna shoot!" he warned. Barney's body fell forward heavily on her. It was jerking, bucking, thrusting, plunging and slamming in a wild, crazy attack. "Holy Jesus ... I-I can feel the come rising. It's burning. It's ... it's drawing right up from my balls!"
Melody gritted her teeth and hung on. Her own orgasm started and her cunt started spasming. It was a powerful one, and her inner muscles clenched strongly. "Yipes! What the hell have you got down there-a vise or something?"
Wildly the clenching muscles of her cunt squeezed his cock. He looked at her in amazement as his cock erupted ... as it spurted its hot come deep into the depths of her. "OOHhhh! OOHhhh!" he groaned, Melody held on. She just loved the feeling of a man's come spurting and gushing into her. She groaned, started swiveling her loins. God, if only a man could keep coming! If only it wouldn't stop. Finally she sighed as the pulsing and swelling of his cock subsided ... and the wild liquid spurting and gushing stopped along with it. Oh Jeez ... what the hell! Maybe she could get him up again. If she tried hard enough.
Barney had collapsed on top of her. The weight of his body was squashing her. He was breathing very hard. "God, but that was a good one! Gosh, what a suction pump you have for a cunt! I think you milked and squeezed every last drop out of me."
Barney wanted to get up after a few minutes. His cock was limp and it was slipping out of her. "No-don't go away," said Melody as she clung to him.
Barney chuckled, surprised at her display of passion. "Honey, it's all over. There just isn't any more."
Barney's come started flooding out of her cunt. She offered up her breasts to him. "Here, play with my tits. Maybe it'll help you get hard again."
Barney looked down at her tits. They were full, round and meaty. His hands grabbed each one of them. He began squeezing them hard. "Boy, you sure have beautiful tits," he said as he squeezed them over and over again.
Melody started giggling. She still felt very aroused. God, how she wished he would suck on them ... especially on her nipples. If he did, maybe she could come again. Quickly she slid her legs up and around him again. She pulled his face, down and surprised him by kissing him. Her lips parted and her tongue entered his mouth. His breath was foul, but she didn't care. She kissed him soulfully, hotly, incitingly.
Suddenly she felt his cock responding. It jerked slightly. "Jesus!" he said.
Melody tightened her legs around him. She rubbed her loins against his. She kissed him again and ran her tongue into his mouth. Soon his cock started getting hard again. "Quick, get it into me," she said, grabbing his cock and guiding it to her oozing slit.
Barney's semi-hard cock slid into her. It went in easily because it slid through its own warm come. "Baby, it'll never work. It's just one of those freak kind of hard-ons."
"Don't argue-try it!" she said, grabbing him desperately.
Quickly he rolled back on top of her. He started humping, pushing, shoving, thrusting into her cunt. Within seconds he was fucking her hard again, more energetically.
Melody sighed in relief. Immediately her cunt began spasming, clenching again. "Hey, you're a real living doll!" he said. "Who would believe that you could bring my cock back to life so fast?"
Melody squeezed him. She orgasmed for the third time.
"Don't talk-just fuck!" she said.
Melody and Barney Doyle slammed the couch up against the wall in their mad, frenzied bucking and leaping. Melody surged into ecstasy again for the fourth time. Barney felt astonished as their bodies rocked back and forth. Christ, no female had ever been like that with him. The kid was a sheer living terror. She stupefied him, amazed him, exhausted him with her passion, with her utter wanton salaciousness.
God, never had he met anyone like her. From now on, the hell with women. What he wanted was teenage cunt. Hell, no wonder so many men divorced their middle-aged wives. There was nothing in the world that could revive you as much-do so much for you-arouse and excite you-thrill you as much as a healthy, teenage cunt-a young, tender nubile girl with passions of fire and a smooth, satiny body to match!
Suddenly Barney Doyle stopped fucking her. 'What's the matter?" asked Melody, after he stopped moving.
"I've come to a decision," said Barney. "I'm not going to shoot my next load into you. Instead I'm gonna save it."
Melody just stared up at him.
Barney Doyle smiled down at her. The smile was almost a leer. "Can you guess what I want to save it for?"
Melody sighed. "Yes, I can."
"Okay, smart miss. What am I saving it for?"
"You're saving it for my mouth," said Melody. "You want to make me drink it down."
Barney grinned at her. He slid his wet cock out of her cunt. "Say, you really are pretty smart, aren't you?" he said with a leering smirk.
Barney dangled his wet cock before her. It was slimy and dripping. It was all covered with white sperm from her squishy cunt. "Here, flop this into your mouth. Get it in there while it's still warm and juicy. Suck on it and get an idea of what my come tastes like ... because from now on, you're going to be tasting quite a lot of it."
Melody frowned as she looked at the wet, dripping cock. She didn't mind sucking his prick, but she disliked his attitude. He just wanted the thrill of putting his cock into her mouth while it was still wet, while it was still covered with come and the juices of her own cunt.
Oh well, what difference did it make? It wasn't the first time she had done this. Besides, lots of guys got big kicks out of it. Quickly she opened her mouth. He flopped his rod right into it, stared at her with beady eyes as she gobbled up his wet cock.
Melody had almost all of the cock in her mouth. Her tongue licked it, swashed his come. She mixed it with her saliva, then swallowed it down. She began devouring his cock, mouthing it avidly and lewdly.
"Man, what a sight! Boy, I've been just dying to get my cock into that soft, delicious mouth of yours." Melody was sitting up on the couch. She held his cock in her mouth and kept sucking at it. His loins kept moving as she did so. "Oh, Jesus!
Is that GOOD!" he murmured. "That's it. Suck it like a popsicle. Suck it until my come shoots into your mouth!"
Melody mouthed his cock furiously. Her lips slid back and forth, pulling at it, sliding it smoothly, teasing it, squeezing it. Finally his body stiffened. He tensed and his loins snapped forward. Barney Doyle groaned. It sounded like the groan of a man dying. He came. Suddenly she had a mouthful of warm sperm. She gulped it, swallowed it, sucked hard on the slick head. She milked the round shaft with her lips, pulled, gulped every blob down as it spurted into her mouth.
Barney was sighing and groaning like crazy. His hips couldn't stop churning and moving. "KEEP SUCKING AT IT!" he gasped. He held her head down on it. "Get every goddamn last drop. Don't let any of it get away!"
Melody kept sucking at it. It kept pumping and spurting, filling her mouth with come. Barney kept groaning. His body started shuddering violently. "OH, JESUS!" he exclaimed.
Melody sucked on it for a long time ... until the pumping subsided. After his cock was limp in her mouth, she removed it and licked it clean.
Barney watched avidly. His eyes were bulging. "Jeez, but you're good. I never met anyone who can fuck or suck like you."
Melody looked up at him. She smiled. It always made her feel good when a man flooded her mouth and throat with come. "There's nothing unusual about me. Lots of girls suck cock. When it comes to fucking, I'm no different from most girls."
Barney staggered back to his desk. He looked beat, exhausted. "Oh, yes there is. You actually love it. You love getting fucked ... and you really love sucking a man's cock."
Barney's head was reeling. His foot caught in the carpet. He stumbled forward, plopped tiredly into his chair. Then he just stared at her with a contented look on his face. Wow, what a crazy cocksucker. He wondered if his balls were still there!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When the four boys brought her back to the hotel, Noreen hardly knew where she was. All told, she had been fucked at least sixteen times. And God only knew how many cocks she had sucked, how much thick liquid semen she had swallowed and ingested.
As she opened the door to her suite of rooms, she saw a dark form sitting on one of her chairs. Quickly she snapped on the light. It was Pete Masters. He was waiting there and grinning. "Hi, there. I've been waiting for you," he said.
Noreen glared at him. "What are you doing here? How did you get into my rooms?"
Pete Masters smiled. "You forget, I work here. I can get a passkey to any room in the hotel." Noreen was annoyed. After her experience with the four boys, she wasn't in any mood for fooling around. "Well, take your passkey and get out of here. I want to shower and rest."
Pete Masters didn't move from the chair. There was a determined look in his eyes. "Now, is that any way to treat a guest? I've been waiting here for you at least two hours."
Noreen studied him. Pete Masters was a good-looking guy. Also he was no kid. She giggled. She knew what he wanted, what he was looking for. "Look, not tonight, buster. Right now, I'm simply too pooped."
Pete Masters was swaying the passkey loosely with his hand over the side of the chair. "Yes, I guess you would be. Those four young punks must have been real hot and anxious. They must have worked you over real good."
Noreen's mouth dropped open. "How did you know about...."
Pete smiled. "Oh, you'd be amazed at how fast news gets around. Gossip travels around faster in a hotel than it does in a small town."
All of a sudden, Pete Masters was on his feet. He walked over, took her into his arms. "Why bother with kids ... when there's a real man around?"
Noreen felt slightly flustered. He had caught her off guard. She didn't feel like fooling around, but his arms felt good around her. "Listen, I'm tired," she said. "Maybe some other time."
Pete Masters' hand swept under her skirt. Her panties weren't on, so he had immediate access to her cunt. His hand and fingers slithered through the moist slit. He pulled his hand back and looked. "Hey-you're clean as a whistle. I thought you would be just loaded with come."
Noreen smiled at him prettily. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever heard of a coke douche before?"
His eyebrows arched with humor. "Christ-what an experience that must be."
Noreen laughed softly. She saw that it wasn't going to be easy to get rid of him. Well, maybe she would cooperate, after all. Besides being good-looking, he was twenty-three. After the clumsiness and awkwardness of four young boys, it would be a pleasure to be made love to by a man.
Pete Masters already had his cock out of his pants. She gasped as she saw the size of it. Holy cow, it was real big! It was almost as big as Randy Lockwood's!
Pete grinned as he saw the look on her face. 'Yeah, it's a real good size. Size is usually important when a woman is used to lots of cock."
Before she even knew it, Noreen's hand was fondling it. She held it, capped the big crown with her thumb. She squeezed it hard once or twice. "Gosh, I can hardly believe it," she said. "After what I've been through, what woman would want more?"
Pete seemed pleased with her reaction. "It's not quantity which counts, it's quality. What kid can offer something like this?"
Noreen kept playing with his cock. It was big and as hard as steel. She smiled, thinking of Randy Lockwood. God, if only Pete Masters knew. Probably he thought his cock was the best in the world. "Oh, I don't know. Some kids can be pretty big," she said playfully. He looked at her curiously. She decided not to wound his ego. "Okay, lover boy, if you mean business ... let's go!"
Pete Masters knew exactly what he was doing. First he had fucked the daughter. Now he wanted to fuck Melody's mother. It was the way he liked things, part of the way he operated. Whenever a mother and daughter were at the hotel, he usually went after both of them ... provided the mother was attractive enough. He enjoyed the idea of fucking mothers and their younger daughters. He did it even when the husbands were around. It was even more exciting, more thrilling and challenging. Whenever a family departed from the hotel, he enjoyed watching them leave. It made him feel good to know that his cock had been up inside both of them.
Pete Masters pushed Noreen into the bedroom. He undressed her, placed her on the bed. Then he undressed himself.
His cock was really an awesome weapon. Noreen studied it as it bobbed and swayed before her like a big iron club. God, what a day this was turning out to be. She only hoped that Melody was having as much fun. It would be a shame if she wasn't. After all, vacations came only once a year. And the more fun, the better.
Noreen's eyes widened in appreciation as his cock moved closer to the bed. Gosh, no wonder all the women at the hotel were raving about him. There was enough cock there to whet any woman's appetite. There was enough to assuage the hungry desire of any female cunt. Oh boy, wait until she saw Melody. She just had to tell her all about this ... about Pete Masters and the size of his cock. After all, why shouldn't she enjoy it, too? Besides, hadn't she been good enough to set things up between her and young Randy Lockwood?
Pete Masters crawled into the bed beside her. His arms tightened around her. Noreen gave a little cry of delight as his hands passed slowly and possessively down her slender back. Boy, this was a real man making love to her. He certainly was no kid.
Pete Masters was silent. He made love like an expert. He kissed her neck. His lips left a trail of tingling sensation as they traveled her throat, descended to her smooth shoulder. A delicious sensual feeling suffused her as he nuzzled his face and mouth between her naked breasts. God, how different sex was with a real man. There was no awkwardness, no overexcitement, no clumsy rushing, as with young boys.
Noreen clung to him wordlessly as he lifted her gently, as his lips and mouth smothered her stomach and body with warm, delightful kisses. She went limp as his practiced hands explored her, stroking her thighs, the inner portion between, stimulating and arousing her. Pete Masters was a very considerate lover. He took his time. He appreciated the finer points of making love before getting down to screwing. His hands and lips were everywhere, crowding sensation upon sensation. Her body was tingling. It was shivering with arousal and erotic anticipation.
Noreen realized that he wanted to arouse her to a zenith of passion before entering her. His style of foreplay and love-making was something she hadn't experienced in years. She remembered her thoughts by the swimming pool of the day before, when she had seen him gazing at her lustfully and with a brightness in his eyes. God, how foolish she had been. She had misjudged him badly. She had refused to entertain the thought of taking him on as a potential lover. Mentally she had bracketed him with all of the other short-fused, inconsiderate men she had met. Feeling the slow arousal, she became conscious of the lust and desire rising within her. She concentrated on the voluptuous and exciting sensations of his mouth's slurping, moist kisses. God, she never imagined that love-play could be so delightful and erotic.
Finally she could bear it no longer. Her body was shivering all over. Whimpering, she seized his head. She pressed the soft, moist pressure of her lips against his hard mouth. Then she grabbed him savagely. She tensed herself, straining against the brawny, muscular strength of his body. She pleaded, moaned and sighed. Then she positioned her writhing body.
Pete Masters crouched over her. Noreen felt filled with a wild, delirious joy as she prepared herself. Quickly the head of his cock slipped between the wet, slippery lips of her cunt. He pushed, stabbed deep and full into her. He filled her body with the strength and wonder of his hard, throbbing, thick manhood.
Noreen felt the awe and wonder of being a real woman. His cock was buried deep into her body. She was hosting, accommodating something thick and alive deep inside of herself. God, how wonderful it was to be a woman ... to just lie there and take something big and alive up into yourself like that. Men thought they had the better part of things, but they were wrong. All they were interested in was sticking their cocks into something, anything. How foolish and inane. The true thrill was to be punctured and speared, to feel something up inside of you. When something like a prick was up into your body, it was your captive.
It was all yours. As a woman, you possessed it, could do anything you wanted with it.
Within seconds, the two of them were like primitive intimates. Their bodies moved in unison to the same magic rhythm. Their senses were keenly attuned. Their bodies rose and fell. Each of them was striving to satisfy the other's need.
Noreen's legs snaked around his back. She held his neck with her arms. He shoved, thrust, and rammed. She pulled him down hard with her strong legs. The head of his cock slammed into her womb ... and she thought she would scream.
Pete Masters was really fucking her good. He was muscular and athletic. Besides displaying strength and power with his thrusting, he showed an uncanny awareness of stroke and rhythm. Up and down his loins humped. He pushed, plunged, then pulled back. The steady cadence of his movements and strokes slowly accelerated. Noreen's desire flared. The constant, increasing rapid stroking swelled the lust in her, incited her to a blazing height of passion. "Oh, Jesus ... but is that GOOD!" she exclaimed. "It feels just like a big, thick log sawing in and out of me."
Pete Masters had been fucking her for five full minutes. Oh God, if only it could last forever, she thought. Already knots and strong flutterings were taking place deep in her lower abdomen. Her tension mounted. It crested and tantalized her. She groaned and sank her teeth into his shoulder. Damn it, she felt she wanted to hurt him. The tension was unbearable. It made her want to cry out, beat him with her fists. God, how could he arouse her to such a high point of excitement? It almost seemed incredible!
His hips and buttocks kept moving up and down. His big, thick cock slid in and out steadily with a deep plunging rhythm. God, it was enough to drive her out of her mind. There seemed to be no limit to how long he could hold back. He just kept fucking and fucking. He never missed a stroke. She felt tormented by sweet madness, agonizing torture. God, what prowess! What staying power! Her heartbeat quickened. Her pulse fluttered and raced.
Noreen couldn't take it much longer. After so many orgasms this morning and afternoon with the four young boys, she didn't believe it possible. God, how could she be passionate again. How could she want to orgasm again? It seemed astonishing. Her lust-filled body felt wracked with hunger and desire. She wanted to come. Her cunt and her body was beating at the door of the Nirvana which every woman sought!
Noreen's muscles strained. She stared up at him in wonder and awe. Incredibly, his big cock kept thrusting, pushing and sliding. He began speeding up his pace even more rapidly as he saw the muscles of her face grow taut. God, he was really mastering her body now. He was controlling it, evoking everything, making it respond precisely the way he wanted. For a moment, Noreen felt like laughing. It was a crazy feeling. She thought of his name, Peter Masters. What a colossal joke. His peter was certainly mastering her. Peter Masters was certainly the right name for him.
Pete Masters began fucking her at a furious, blistering pace. Noreen's eyes became glazed. Her lips twisted savagely. God, there was nothing like sex. She felt wanton, completely lewd. It was something which every female should have. Sex was something which every healthy woman sought. It was something which every healthy female craved, she thought to herself as she fantasized a whole series of naked men ... men she could arouse and excite at the flick of a finger.
Pure power, she thought ruthlessly. What every woman wanted was pure power to seduce men, to torture them, tease them, tantalize them, grind them into shivering, trembling masses of quivering nothingness-THAT was the one thing which thrilled every healthy, sensual-minded woman. It was the one thing which each woman craved, each female desired with all the strength of her being.
Noreen was very excited. She was practically out of her mind. She realized the irony of her situation. Pete Masters was doing to her what she always enjoyed doing with men. She grunted and wrenched herself free of him. Before he had a chance to protest, she grinned wickedly and rolled herself over on top of him. As she rolled over on top of him, his cock slipped out of her cunt. She saw his concern and uncertainty, the look of bewildered surprise on his face. Gosh, everything felt so good. Why was she changing things, getting on top of him? He would have been content to go on fucking her like that forever. He could have prolonged the delightful, pleasurable fucking for as long as possible ... until his cock just couldn't take any more.
Noreen reached down under herself. She was straddled over his loins. Her pussy was over his cock. It was wet and dripping from her cunt juices. She took hold of his big cock with her hand. She inserted it back up into her soaked pussy. Then, grinning lewdly, she sank back down hard on his hard column. She slid herself down completely until his hard round cock was buried up to the pubic hairs, deep within the confines of her warm, tight-clasping cunt.
Wickedly Noreen began undulating her hips. She squirmed, moved her torso slowly and writhingly in a circular fashion. She looked down proudly. She was taming him, taking charge now. Her inner cunt muscles squeezed and milked his hard, turgid cock deep inside of her. She stared down into his face and watched the pleasure and surprise. Then she watched the change of expression, as it changed to a helpless look of increased agonized expectation. Christ, for ten minutes, he had been fucking her. Now she had taken over. And now, she would show him what she could do ... how she could just stagger and ruin a man with her female body, ravage him, devastate him completely, shatter him, make him explode and come-at her choice, not his!
Noreen's body was squirming, twisting and rotating quickly. Her belly and her breasts quivered, bounced and jerked. Her tits jogged and swayed. Power, she thought. Pure Power! She had it in her hands-RIGHT NOW!
"You're FINISHED!" she declared savagely. Her voice was hoarse with lust and excitement.
The look of agonized torture on his face thrilled her. She could see how desperately he was trying to hold back. "NO! Not yet!" he pleaded vainly.
"Please don't!"
"OH, yes-right now!" she said with an aggressive smirk. "I'm going to make you shoot off RIGHT NOW!"
Pete Masters' body was shaking, shuddering, trembling all over. "Please! Please don't. Not yet." His voice was almost whining now.
"No, I said now. NOW! NOW!" she screamed hoarsely, uncontrollably. Her whole body was pistoning vertically up and down. The tight, clenching sleeve of her taut-clasping cunt was sliding briskly, sleekly, blisteringly up and down on his smooth, hard, glistening cock. The sensations were torturing and tantalizing him. His cock was swelling, straining. It was throbbing hard, pulsating. Spine tingling sensation went up and down his spine. He became aware of new sensations-sensations of urgency, demand!
Noreen's body was moving in a frenzy. She was twisting, squirming, writhing and rotating. Her hips and loins were grinding, shooting up and down, swooshing his hard cock in and out of her body.
Pete Masters groaned. His strong frame began shuddering, convulsing.
Noreen felt the fierce spasms of swellings and gigantic throbs taking place deep inside her. It was like a rocket exploding. "OH-h-h! OW-MI-GAWD!" she screamed with ecstasy and fulfillment as her own powerful, mighty orgasm began, as she felt the warm, thick liquid come burst from his cock, sluice and jet up strongly into her, suffusing her, inundating her, flooding her, spurting into the wall of her womb!
After it was over, Noreen's jaw went slack. She collapsed against him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I-I just had to do that!"
Pete Masters' cock was still pumping. Her body spasmed, jerked into a tiny, delightful second orgasm ... a very short one.
"What do you mean, you're sorry? Why did you have to do it like that?" asked Pete Masters.
Noreen was beginning to feel very content. She almost purred like a kitten. She smiled at him. "I think maybe your name was responsible."
Pete Masters' body was still shuddering. It was an aftermath and the last of his come was pumping weakly up into her body. "What the hell are you talking about?" he said with irritation.
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps I just couldn't resist the challenge. Surely you must have been teased about it before. Imagine anyone being named Peter Masters! Why, it's an insult to Women's Lib."
He looked at her strangely. "Oh, I get it. Peter Masters women ... masters the whole world." Suddenly he chuckled. "So, what have you proven? Cunt Masters sounds pretty silly as a name, now doesn't it?"
The two of them started laughing. "You know, I'll have to introduce you to my daughter. Her name is Melody. She's only seventeen, but I think she'll like you. She's very cute. She has a great , sense of humor, and she's lots of fun."
Pete Masters smiled coyly. His face was a little red. "I've already met your daughter. I met her at the pool last night."
Noreen studied the funny smile on his face. Suddenly she understood. "Why, you bastard, you! First, you fucked my daughter. Then you fucked me ... her mother!"
Pete Masters grinned up at her. "That's the way I like it. I enjoy comparing mothers with their own daughters."
Noreen just stared down at him. The two of them trembled again. Noreen felt the last small spasms leaving her body. He felt his cock twitch and jerk for the last time. Both of them moaned. Then they were both absolutely still!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Melody slid her lips over the silken crown of Randy's huge cock. She had never met a guy she liked so much. She washed her tongue over the smooth thin skin, darted the tip of it into the open, gaping slot. Softly Randy groaned. He held her head affectionately as she continued sucking his cock. Within a few minutes, his cock swelled and convulsed deep in Melody's mouth. It began spitting and squirting warm blobs of come deep into her mouth and throat. Gulping and swallowing gratefully, Melody drank it all down. Then she disengaged her mouth and lips from his spent prick.
Randy smiled warmly. He looked down at her across his belly. "God, that was good! Everything just exploded!"
Randy was really a good guy. He had been waiting for her at her room. Melody was beginning to like him more and more. Even though they had only known each other a few days, there was a strange, special sort of rapport between them.
He had said that he couldn't go back to his room. It would be too lonely. She had understood immediately. She had also felt the same. In a way, it was almost like magic. They always seemed to think the same way, feel the same way. Whatever had happened between them that other afternoon, it had started something spellbinding and magical. Neither of them wanted to apply a label to it. They were much too involved with the warmth of it to give it a name.
Even the sex between them was terribly good. Randy was big and brawny. He was only nineteen, but he seemed years older than most guys she encountered. Like Melody, he had a very fine, eager appetite for sex. He enjoyed everything lustful, even if it were salacious ... but he enjoyed doing things with lots of feeling. To him sex was an instrument. It was a gift of life to be used. It was something designed to enhance life, not something to be used casually or abused.
Naturally they had gotten pretty close during the past few days. For hours, they conversed on end, especially after interludes of sex. Randy was a pretty sympathetic guy. She was very brutal and frank with him. As soon as Melody told him of some of her recent experiences and the way she had been living her life, he shook his head sadly. "Christ, you're just a crazy, mixed-up kid. You just haven't found yourself yet. You're young and you've got the body of a goddess. At seventeen, it's kind of natural to be wild. You're just experimenting. But once you meet the right guy, you'll settle down."
Melody didn't want to tell him, but she thought that she had already met the right guy. It was he. She stared at him with deep respect. There wasn't even a note of disapproval in his voice. He understood things. He was perceptive and understanding, as well as very warm. She really liked him immensely. "Yeah, well I'm through with all of that crap now. Really, from now on, all I want is a nice guy like you. The hell with variety and sex. What I want is a good, healthy warm relationship-a relationship with someone who has his head screwed on straight."
Randy looked at her speculatively. He felt proud and sort of warm. Everything was turning out good. Despite the bad start with her cockteasing, he was beginning to suspect that maybe Melody was in love with him. "Say, how's about going steady? Since we both feel the same, let's see how things work out between the two of us."
Melody's face blushed. Why the thought hadn't occurred to her, she didn't know. He was completely right. They both thought the same, felt the same way about things. "Sure ... why the hell not? Gosh, we certainly seem to get along. Even the sex between us is very good. Let's give it a try.
Randy was very happy to hear her agree. He felt good. Suddenly he grew thoughtful. He was determined not to allow any bullshit in the new relationship. "Look, you're only seventeen. I'm only nineteen. Really, even though we agree to go together steady, I think we should agree on something else, too."
Melody gazed at him. She wondered what he had in mind. "What?" she asked.
"Well, since we're both so young, there'll still be a tendency to be curious ... to want to experience things. Therefore, I think we should agree on complete freedom for one another," he said. "Look, we each have to do our own thing. Otherwise, things won't work out."
Melody could almost kiss him. What more could a girl possibly want? And she still had worlds to experience. "Yes, I agree with you," she said. "If we don't, then one of us might feel cheated. Besides, it'll be a better arrangement. We won't be tied to each other. We'll be going together, but there won't be any feelings of possessiveness, no chance for jealousy."
Now that the discussion was over, it was Melody's turn to be pensive. She looked at Randy uncertainly and bit her fingernail. She was happy that he was so understanding and so broadminded ... but she couldn't help wondering what would happen when she told him that her mother was Noreen Stanton.
