Larry admired his cock in the mirror. It was like none other he'd ever seen, long, straight as an arrow when hard, and almost that thin.
It felt good in the palm of his hand, and it thrilled him to stroke it. He pictured June's backside as he did, pear-shaped and perfect. Actually, he'd never seen it bare, but he'd seen her in a new string bikini, and that was almost as good.
Suddenly, a woman's voice broke his reverie. "Larry!"
He pulled his hand from his dick, but it stayed hard. No matter. The redness alone would have clued his aunt into the fact that he'd been playing with himself.
"I ... I...," he barely managed to stammer.
Aunt Martha walked over to him, smiling with the understanding smile of the woman who had raised him after the death of his folks in the long-ago car crash.
Now he stood before Martha, naked to her gaze. All she had on was a nightgown, a very revealing nightgown at that. It was sheer, pink and sheer, and very low cut so that her massive breasts were much in view. She had a deep cleavage between the plump hills, pushed up as they were by a see-through "no-bra."
Larry was eighteen and he probably had no more curiosity about his guardian's body than did other boys. It only seemed so to him. After all, other boys had their mothers. He had only an aunt.
Often his eyes had wandered to her, when she would bend down for something or other. The breasts fascinated him, big as they were. And her thighs, large but firm and shapely. When he caught a chance he gazed up her skirts-she always wore tight minis-and it always turned him on.
But the thing he most liked about Aunt Martha, and the thing that most piqued his curiosity, was her backside.
Martha had an ass to end all asses, broad and shapely, as sexy as the ass of any teenage girl.
"Enjoy yourself?" she asked him now, glancing down at his still-hard rail. She was unconsciously diddling the nipples of her big round breasts as they protruded slightly through the thin material of her nightgown.
He gave an embarrassed shrug.
"Don't you and June get it on together?"
He was surprised at her question, unable to answer.
She smiled again.
"The new generation," she scoffed. "All talk and no do. I hate to see a boy your age, eighteen already, still whacking off. Doesn't June make out?"
"S-sure," he offered. "B-but not all the way."
"Hasn't she ever jerked you off, or gone down on you, or" ... she smiled coyly..."hasn't she ever let you do it up her cute little rear?"
"Rear?"
"You can't make babies that way," she laughed.
Weakly, he laughed along. Funny, how she'd said that and what he'd been thinking about as he fucked his dork before the mirror.
"You don't want to fuck June for the simple reason that you're afraid of getting her knocked up, right? I can't think of any other reason. Neither of you are the bashful sort. Still, I know how hard up you can get. It's been a long time since your Uncle Rodney passed on."
He looked at her, wondering what she was getting at.
"I get lonely too," she said gently. "Hard up. Maybe we have something for each other. It's about time. I've cared for you a long time."
Shivers went up and down his spine as her fingers continued to diddle her nipples. He was as hard as he'd been stroking it a few seconds back. She was his aunt, his guardian, the nearest thing he'd known to a mother since he was a little boy. Yet he couldn't help his excitement.
Aunt Martha was a fantastic piece of ass.
"I know about your whacking off," she said with a pleasant smile. "I'm the one who changes the linen, right? But that's okay. I do it. Just doesn't fuck up the sheets."
She let her fingers leave her nipples. They found the thin straps of her nightgown. She slid them over her smooth white shoulders. Then the garment dropped off, puddling about her ankles. , There she stood before him, stark naked. Her great firm breasts shivered slightly with an undetectable movement of her body. And her cunt hair was a rich patch of thick curls.
She stepped up to him, kneeled suddenly, stared at the bobbing head of his prick.
"Virgin's delight," she said.
He knew what she meant. The long thin dick that could painlessly penetrate a virgin cherry.
"And ready reamer," she added.
That last he didn't understand, but he didn't care either, 'cause after she said it she slid her soft lips over the head, then pushed them down to his own pubic hair.
It was the first time he'd gotten his cock sucked, and he was in dreamland. He stood there, splay-legged, hands on hips, staring hypnotically as the woman's face moved up and down on his rod, first covering it completely, then baring it to his gaze.
He let his eyes slide closed, let his Aunt suck him off. It was so good. He'd heard of this before, a mouth on a cock, but had never experienced anything to compare with it. Forget jacking off. It was nothing compared to this.
The best he'd done with June was fumble in her blouse and clutch hotly at her terrific young breasts ... in the bra. Now he was getting this, the most intimate thing a man and a woman can do ... or so he thought.
A warm wet hot mouth on his cock. And those sweet lips belonged to his Aunt Martha. He couldn't protest. It was too good. He had never dreamed it would feel so good. Having his cock sucked off. But now it was happening and it was perfect bliss.
Martha's head moved up and down as she sucked her nephew's prick. One hand moved up his body and her fingers began playing with his nipple. She licked, bit, sucked. She just kept it up, enjoying every second ot it. She sucked hard and fast and Larry knew she was very, very experienced.
Larry felt himself almost ready to blow his wad. He didn't know what to do, unsure whether or not a man creams in a woman's mouth when she blows him.
"I'm gonna shoot off!" he warned, expecting her to whip her mouth away.
She kept sucking.
He felt himself explode, the come bursting forth and shooting down the woman's throat. She kept sucking, gulping as she went, taking every drop in as if it were fine wine. He couldn't believe it. It boggled his young mind. A woman enjoying getting creamed in.
When she lifted her head there were pearl-like drops of come on her lips.
She licked them off like a cat licking cream.
"Was it good for you, Larry?" she asked.
Feebly he nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah," he was finally able to offer.
And it was the truth. He'd never had anything even remotely like it in his young life. One thing he knew, he wanted more already.
Martha was taking care of that. She led him to the bed, showed him how she wanted him to lie on his back, then mounted his face with her heavy legs spread wide.
Larry saw the open cunt of his aunt as it lowered to his face. The thick hair-lined lips, the protruding clit, wet with desire, the line of her collapsed vagina, all came into plain view.
"Eat away," she sang out in a great voice.
He ate.
All the time he was thinking, "Oh my god, I'm eating my Aunt Martha's pussy, and she just now sucked my prick, and swallowed my come. I never thought I'd be doing this, especially to my Aunt Martha. Still, she wants me to do this. She needs it. She took care of me all the years. And she just gave me the greatest thing anyone's ever given me ... head. Now it's my turn to take care of her, suck her cunt, make her come. Jesus! My first experience and it's with my own aunt."
Then Martha's pussy was brushing his lips. His tongue swept over the oval-shaped cunt, over the thick rubbery lips and he heard her gasp. He wormed his tongue deep inside her pussy where it was lubricated from her passion.
It tasted sweet and sour at the same time. He didn't mind the taste. Nor did he mind the musky, slightly pissy odor of her cunt. He worked his tongue in and out as she shuddered and groaned and gasped. He never realized what pleasure a tongue could give to a person. He had loved it when she had used her mouth on his prick. He knew what she must be feeling now.
Martha whimpered every time his tongue dived deep into the well of her cunt. She groaned and rubbed her cunt against his face.
"Yes, yes, yes. Oh, oh, oh," she cried out as she shook with the spasms of a violent orgasm.
Finally, she slid down and lay over him, her cheek beside his. They lay like that for a long time, and gradually the passion began to return to Larry.
He had thought that her mouth had drained him for life, but now the fire was coming back. He had seen her cunt, up close, and the very sight of it had done something to him. He'd never seen a woman's hole before.
And he had seen the big, perfectly round breasts, and they did something to him. Now he was lying intimately naked with the woman he had always known as Aunt Martha, but who would hereafter come to be known only as Martha.
Her heat aroused him. Her scent turned him on. Her presence renewed all his passion. She looked up, her face close to him. "Okay?" she asked. "Sure," he said.
She smiled, then she spoke in that sultry voice he had never heard before. "Want more."
"Don't know if lean."
She got up from the bed, showing her full body to him. He stared. Then she turned to retrieve her gown from the floor. And she showed him her ass.
It aroused his cock to instant readiness.
The cheeks were snowy white, as smooth as the skin on a baby. As she moved, the buttocks shivered slightly, and as she bent over she presented them fully to his inspection.
He found himself rising from the bed, and before she could get the nightgown off the floor, Larry was behind her, taking her waist in his hands. His flanks were pressed up against her backside, and his hard cock was already finding the way between her cheeks.
She laughed a laugh of wild abandon.
Then she dropped the gown and reached behind her. Skillfully she spread the cheeks of her ass.
"I love this," was all she said.
He guided the head of his cock into the puckered hole that now presented itself. It slid in, and Martha backed herself all the way onto it.
"Fuck!" she commanded.
He fucked, ramming his hard cock in and out of her ass-hole. He felt his passion building to fever fire. If he'd done this first, he'd have been gone already, but now he was able to take his time, take the time he knew Martha wanted him to take.
In and out he thrust, feeling himself sliding in a substance which at that time he could not know was Vaseline. All he knew was that his aunt's ass seemed to have been made for him to fuck, and his long thin dick seemed to have been made to fuck asses, women's asses, beautifully shaped, pure white women's asses.
This was it. This was all he could ever want. Fucking a woman in the ass was heaven. It was better than heaven.
He fucked rapidly away. After a time, he heard the orgasmic groaning of his Aunt, and he knew that he had succeeded in doing what she wanted done. Now he could take his own pleasure.
It had been building, and now he was ready. He held off as long as he could from the time he felt the sudden surge of intense pleasure. Then he came. In long, excruciatingly delightful surges he came. In long exciting thrusts of pleasure he shot his load of scum up his Aunt Martha's ass-hole.
It was good. It was better than it had been in her mouth. Forget deep throat. Forget eating pussy. Forget fucking a tight cunt. He hadn't done that, but he knew that it couldn't be as good as this. The tightest cunt couldn't be as good as this. The beautiful backside was right between his thighs where he could feel it, ride it, and his cock was up the tightest, smoothest hole in the world, a woman's ass-hole.
When they were finally done, they parted and Martha retrieved her nightgown. Larry didn't feel a bit self conscious, and he just stood there naked with his hands on his hips.
She led him into the living room, and they sat on the couch and had coffee
"You're good," she said, "good."
"You're not bad yourself," he marveled.
Then her expression changed.
"Do you know what you're going to be doing?" she asked. "Have you decided what you want to do with your life?"
It was a quick change of pace, but it was a question he'd been thinking about for some time now. No. He didn't know. How could he know. He hadn't done anything since leaving high school, and there was no draft now. He had no folks, no father, no one in whose shoes he could follow.
He could only shrug his negative answer to her question.
"Has anything come through in the way of a job?" she asked.
"Naw," he said dejectedly. He'd been counting on the ap he'd filled over at the plant, but now he knew that nothing was going to come of it. There had just been an announcement of fresh layoffs, and the way the economy shaped up, he figured he should go around with a button reading "Lose" instead of "win."
"You know Betty Tyler, don't you?" she asked.
"Sure," he said.
"Well, she's coming down from her place this coming weekend, and you might want to get to know her. The jobs up there aren't much, but the downturn just doesn't seem to have affected her business the way it has others. The rich broads still flock to her place for some sun and some fun."
A job up at the resort. It was something Larry had never even considered. He perked up at the idea. Why not? He really didn't want to work in the musty old plant in town. He could work outside in the sun. He hadn't seen Martha's friend Betty Tyler in maybe six months. She came down once in awhile to visit with her.
"Sure," he said to Martha. "Working up at the resort would be a good deal."
Martha smiled a strangely coy smile.
She wet her lips, glanced down at Larry's cock then quickly back up at his face.
"Just be nice to Betty when she comes down. She may have something for you, and maybe something for June too."
Wow. That was too much. If both he and June could shoot up to the resort and spend the summer, and make some money. It was too much.
Larry sat back, thinking about it, Funny, he'd never imagined going up to Betty's place. He wondered what it would be like up there in farm country. Whenever he'd heard of the place before, he'd just laughed. It seemed so cornball to him. But now he wasn't laughing. He needed the job and he wasn't about to be making fun of the hayseeds he'd probably run into up there at Betty Tyler's resort ... The Cornhole.
CHAPTER TWO
Betty Tyler was a matronly woman of thirty-eight with flame red hair to her shoulders. She had a pleasant, full face, and kindly eyes.
"Can I make you some coffee?" Larry asked her.
Martha had arranged it that he was to welcome Betty down from her resort. Larry's aunt just happened to have her beauty parlor appointment at the time when her friend would be arriving.
"You stay put," Larry. I know my way around Martha's. I'll fetch the coffee myself." She went into the kitchen and Larry heard movements. Soon she came out, bearing a tray laden with cups of coffee and sandwiches. She set the tray on the cocktail table and sat down in an easy chair.
They ate the sandwiches and drank the coffee.
"What will you be doing with yourself now, Larry?" she finally asked.
"I don't really know," he replied. "I haven't given it much thought."
She patted his cheek. "I've always liked you. Sometimes I thought of you as a son." She got to her feet. "Now you have to get yourself off your duff, you hear? Stop moping. Stop feeling sorry for yourself."
"I don't feel sorry for myself."
"Good. But you can't use the lousy economic picture these days as an excuse not to have a job. Don't blame it all on Gerald Ford. A handsome and talented young man like yourself should be able to do very well for himself, very well indeed."
He just shrugged.
"I'm going to put my things away," she said. "Then slip into something a little more comfortable. It's a long ride down from the resort."
He stood up as she walked to the foot of the stairs, smiled back at him, then went up to the bedroom where he had moments before set her suitcase down. He could smell her heavy perfume even after she left the room. It was funny. He had never thought of Betty as anything but his Aunt Martha's best friend.
Now she was becoming his friend.
He had always liked her. He had certainly never thought of her as seductive, but he did begin to think of her in those terms as her lingering perfume filled his nostrils.
When she returned, she wore a hostess gown, cut rather low, which showed off the deep cleavage of her massive bosom. She sat with him on the couch, placed a hand gently upon his knee.
"How have you and Miss Daniels been getting along?"
She meant June, and the name made Larry frown.
"All right, I suppose," was the best he could say.
She cupped his chin and made him look at her.
"We're friends, remember? There isn't anything you can't tell me, Larry. I want you to understand that."
He licked his lower lip.
"It isn't easy to talk about."
She took a guess.
"Do you mean sex?"
He slowly nodded his head.
"Do you think I'm a virgin or something?" she laughed. "I've been around, Larry. I hope you're not one of those young men who put women on pedestals."
"It's not ... easy."
"You tell me what you have to. I'll listen and then we'll discuss it."
"I was out with June a couple of days ago, right after...."
He had to stop himself, remembering that he could hardly tell Martha's friend that he had fucked her in the ass.
He took a deep breath, then went on.
"Well, I tried to make out with her. She was very warm to me, right up until . ... "
"You wanted to go all the way."
He swallowed hard. How could he tell her? Yet, since he had been out that night with June, he'd been aching to tell someone. Martha had been the only available person, but he couldn't bring himself to discuss it with her. He felt certain that she would blame herself, after what had happened between the two of them.
He stared at Betty, the kind, friendly face. He didn't want to reveal his intimate secret . ... Yet, he had to tell someone. He was aching to confide in some person, and he had no folks.
"I ... I , . . I wanted her to do something and she wouldn't. She got very mad at me. She told me it was wrong, dirty. Then she stomped right out on me. That was the first time that ever happened between the two of us. We're very close. We're going to get married some day."
"You wanted oral sex?" she asked.
Larry said nothing.
Suddenly, Betty rose from her place on the couch. She undressed and he saw her plump body. Her breasts sloped gracefully. The nipples were big as silver dollars and they were dark brown. Under her swelling belly was copper-red and crisp pussy hair.
She reached out, squeezing his penis beneath the tight cloth of his pants. He rose, stripped quickly, his long thin tool at the ready. She found his balls and massaged them. Soon he was as stiff as a poker.
"You'll make me come if you keep doing that," he said. "That's not the way I want to come."
"I think I know the way you want to come," she said, looking coyly up at him.
Suddenly he realized. Martha had talked, to her over the phone. His aunt had told her everything. He felt mild shock, but more than that he felt a heave of relief. He knew that he was now going to get what he had been unable to get on his date with June the other night.
He was going to relive the pleasure he'd first experienced with Aunt Martha.
He was going to slide his long thin pecker up a tight and well-lubricated ass-hole. Betty's.
The plump woman suddenly bent her head forward and took his cock into her warm, moist mouth. She gobbled his flesh as he began moaning in pleasure.
Larry began to roll his hips as Betty sucked happily away on his stiff young prick.
"O-h-h-h!" he heard himself moan.
A hot, searing flame raced through his now-squirming body. There was a heaviness in his balls. Her teeth now scraped hard, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming off.
His hand clamped over her head, pushing her face closer against him, making her take in more and more of his cock. He felt the knob of his dick against the roof of her throat. Her tongue lashed against his flesh.
He closed his eyes as the sucking drove him over the edge. His cock jerked in her mouth and the sticky fluid spurted down the tube of his tool and gushed on down her throat.
She swallowed the pearly drops, swallowed till he was drained.
He opened his eyes as she got to her feet. Drops of semen were on her lips. She licked them off.
Then they went upstairs to the guest bedroom Martha had given over to Betty for the weekend.
They climbed onto the big bed and embraced.
"That was damned good," he said.
She moved her hand down his side, over his hip, down his thigh.
"I want you to stay the night with me, Larry."
For a second an image of Aunt Martha flashed into his mind, but of course he knew that it was going to be all right with her. In fact, he was sure at that point that she had arranged the whole thing.
"It's all right by me," he said.
She ran her hand up to his belly, then down to his crotch.
"I sure took care of you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, in the best-or at least the second best-of all possible ways."
"Now it's your turn to do me a favor, right?"
He put his hands on her soft tits.
"I'll do anything you want," he said, "anything." And he meant it too.
"I want you to go down on me," she said.
He nodded his head eagerly. He wanted to go down on Betty. He wanted to taste her pussy. He had gotten used to eating cunt in just that one time with Aunt Martha. like Champagne, it was a taste you had to acquire ... but one that was a hell of a lot of fun in the acquisition.
He was running his tongue up and down the valley between her breasts while thinking about her hot cunt.
Then he kissed her soft tits and sucked heartily on each erect nipple. They were each like tiny brown dicks. Miniature dicks. He wondered if her clit were as big.
She moaned as she felt his lips on her nipples. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"That's nice," she said. "But don't linger there too long, Larry. Get your mouth down on me. I want to feel your tongue inside my cunt." She pushed at his head and his mouth went south.
He licked at her deep navel and fondled her soft thighs. Then his head was between her white, plump thighs and his tongue searched through the bronze forest for the partly hidden cleft. His tongue slipped past the hair-lined rubbery lips and he was deep inside her sex tunnel.
She gasped when she felt the solid invasion of his wet, stiff tongue.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "Yes. Yes. Yes."
She squirmed as a thousand shock waves seemed to glide over her. She tossed and turned as he tenaciously clung to her cunt with his mouth. He sucked in the erect spongy clitoris and lashed at the wet flesh with his tongue.
Then she did a crazy thing, a crazy but intensely erotic thing.
She pulled at his ears.
"Suck me! Suck me! Suck me! O-h-h-h-h-h! Suck my cunt! Suck my cunthole! O-h-h-h-h-h! I love it. I love it. I love it."
He cupped her massive buttocks with his hands as he ate her cunt. His fingers sank into her soft, milky flesh. His tongue whipped frantically against her clitoris as he sucked voraciously on it.
She heaved her massive body and groaned as her cunt juices flowed and her come drenched his tongue and lips. She arched her body, cried shrilly and then sank down with a groan.
He kissed her spongy pussy a few times and then lay alongside her. He fondled her tits. They were soft and the nipples still stiff.
"You're very good, Larry."
She pinched his nipples, giving him the same thrill she gave when she pulled his ears. It was like magic, the skillful eroticism of this woman's hands.
"Yes," she said in a husky voice. "You're very good indeed Larry-boy."
"I've had a good teacher," he said. "In fact, I've had two very good teachers."
"Don't I know it," she laughed.
He put an arm around her and rested his head against one large pillow-like breast. He licked idly at the nipple. He knew that it had all been just a prelude to the main act. He knew that like Martha, Betty had been wise enough to know that only on the return trip could as young and experienced a lover as he last long enough to give the women the anal pleasure she wanted.
He let himself drift off, knowing the rest would just make him stronger when the time came. Betty let him lie there, recouping his power. Her hands were deftly toying with one ear.
After awhile, Betty Tyler spoke. "Feel like more?" she prompted. He knew what she meant. "I'm game," he said.
"The women at the resort," she said as she rolled out of the bed, "there's something they really dig."
She was standing now, then bending over the bed. He got around behind her, felt the sensation returning to his limp dick.
"Yeah," she said hoarsely as she felt his hands on her waist. "Yeah. That's it. That's what they dig, the women at the resort. Rich broads. They like it like this, with a young guy, the right young guy."
Her buttocks were relaxed but almost as firm as a younger woman's. Exercise, he thought. It did a lot for a woman in her thirties. He smoothed the butt cheeks with his hands, feeling the softness of the fatty layer of flesh, the firmness of the muscles.
It was a fine ass all right. Big and shapely. White and smooth.
He felt his cock rising to the occasion.
Gently he let the head nuzzle the crack of her ass. He ran it up and down the split. He poked it between the heavy buttocks. Already he felt the lubrication Betty had been wise enough to put in there.
Peter tunneled deeper and deeper into Betty's backside, till it made contact with the brown-hole.
Betty let out a sigh of pleasure, took her hands from the bed and fell forward onto her chest. Then she reached back, took a cheek firmly in each hand and yanked them wide apart.
Looking down, Larry could see the hole, a small volcanic crater, puckered like lips that just tasted sour lemon. It sent a shock wave through his body. A miniature cunt. A perfectly shaped, completely inviting pussy, just big enough to encompass his dick.
And this is what June would not do.
"Shove it up my ass!" Betty pleaded.
He did.
Larry worked the head carefully into the ass-hole, then gradually sunk the remainder of his shaft. A trickle of Vaseline oozed onto his rod from her anus, then found its way into his pubic hair.
He was bending over Betty now, hands on her waist, his belly pressed to her backside.
"Fuck!" she commanded. "Fuck my ass!"
He fucked. In and out he rode, ramming his charger as deeply as he was able, drawing it nearly out again, ramming it in harder, deeper.
Thrills coursed through his body, and he lost track of where he was, what day it was, who he was ass-fucking. The last thing he heard from Betty was a long, loud moan of ecstatic pleasure. Then he was in a world of his own, a world of distant stars and exploding fireworks.
When he regained his senses, he realized that he had come off again and was limp in her ass. His whole body was limp, hanging over the nearly collapsed woman.
Heavily, he lifted his head.
"Are ... are you all right, Betty?"
There was a long pause, and then she spoke.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!" she moaned. "That was wonderful. That was the best I've ever had. Better than Don."
Pleasure swept over Larry. He'd done it. Done what he had wanted to do. He'd made a good impression on Betty Tyler.
Moments later they were fully dressed and seated on the living room couch.
"Larry," she said, putting it to him straight, "I need you. Up at the resort."
He now knew he could play it cagey.
"Martha mentioned it," he said. "A job. Still, I'm not sure. I need work, but I also want to stay in town. There's opportunities here, and ... there's June."
"I know June," said Betty, sipping her coffee. "She's a lovely girl, and I want it to work out well for the both of you. There's an assistant social director job open for a girl. Why don't you both come up to the resort. You can be a bell boy and she can be the assistant to Sally McGarrity. She's my social director. Been with me for five years."
Larry sipped his coffee, and he thought about it.
"Let me tell you something," Betty added.
"Those rich broads. They tip a bell boy real well. You wouldn't believe it. Ten, twenty dollars. Sometimes fifty, a hundred. I've heard of it. For the right boy. For the right services. You might not know it, but my place has a very special reputation with the dames that come up. Their husbands just think it's a quiet resort in the sticks where the wives can be lazy and lay in the sun. It's that, but it's more. I didn't name it for the cornfields that are all around the place, or because it's just a hole in the wall. I had something very special in mind when I created The Corn-hole."
Larry looked at her over his coffee cup.
"Count me in," he said. "Me and June both." He thought about June for a second, how she looked in her string bikini, how she wouldn't go along with him when he wanted to ass-fuck her. "Yeah," he repeated. "Count us both in."
CHAPTER THREE
June Daniels was eighteen like Larry, with a trim pert body, raven black hair ... and a perfect backside.
She was excited about being an assistant to the social director at The Cornhole. It was a job for Larry, plus an unexpected salary for her, and they'd both be able to spend the summer out in the sunshine. The way she figured it, it brought marriage that much closer.
The first day at the resort, she met Sally McGarrity before she even brought her bag up to her room. Sally was social director, and she was coming off the tennis court where she had been giving lessons to one of the lady guests.
"You can't teach those broads anything," she complained. "I don't know why they bother to take lessons."
June laughed and shook hands.
"I guess," Sally added, "they take them just because they're free. This is going to be one of your jobs. Just go through the motions. No need to work up a sweat."
Sally looked to be about twenty-eight. She had a full but athletic figure and thick brown hair. Right then it was done up in a million curls, a la Linda Lovelace.
"Who's that?" June asked, as she saw Larry shaking hands with a tall and handsome young man.
"That's Don," said Sally. "He's the other bell boy. He'll be showing Larry the ropes. Larry's not bad looking. The broads here will sure go for him."
"As long as he doesn't go for them," laughed June.
"Here comes Helen Topperman," said Sally. "She's one of our best guests. Would you like to wet your feet by giving her today's tennis lesson."
"Glad to," said June. "Take me seconds to change."
The woman who approached them in a splendidly expensive tennis outfit was solidly built, about thirty-eight or nine, and blessed with a thick head of red hair.
"Time for my lesson," she said brightly.
"You'll have a better teacher starting today," said Sally. "Helen, this is June. She's my new assistant director. She played on the team at Southern College for two years, and she's a whizz-bang."
Helen gave June a lingering up-and-down gaze that surprised her. Then the older woman turned and smiled over her shoulder.
"I'll be on the court working on my serve," she said.
"Hurry up and change," added Sally. "I'll see you at dinner to brief you on everything."
June nodded and hurried up to the room with her bag. She met Larry and Don in the hall.
"Hi June," Larry said. "This is Don Hardy. Don this is June Daniels. She's going to be Miss McGarrity's new assistant."
Don was even more handsome up close.
The three of them chatted for a few seconds, and then June went off to change for the tennis lesson. Larry had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Don, and the two of them went down to the dining room where they could have a quiet place to sit down and chat.
A section of the dining room was set aside for the employees.
"The food is damn good," Don said. "We get the same eats as the guests."
"What's there to do around here on your time off?" Larry asked. "Nothing I could see for miles around on the drive up except some cornfields."
"You gotta be kidding," Don laughed. "Or are you really that naive?"
"What do you mean?" Larry asked.
"You don't have a hell of a lot of free time around here with all these boy-crazy females around."
"Oh, I see what you mean."
"The way I look at it," said Don, "is that it's pretty much a drag, swinging with all these old dames. Still, the bread is hard to beat."
"And it beats working," put in Larry.
"Right on," said Don.
"How long have you been at it?"
"This'll be my second summer. I dig it actually. My only lament is the quality of some of the stuff you make. Now take that..." he nodded over towards the door. "Now I could dig that one all right. Sally McGarrity."
Larry turned and saw Sally McGarrity entering with June. They got coffee and went to a small table where Sally was evidently running it down to June.
"She's the social director," said Don. "Boy, I'd like to get into her pants. But she don't go for men. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah," said Larry, turning back.
"Guess that makes her perfect for this place," said Don. "Something for every taste."
"Taste? I thought you meant Sally didn't swing?"
"Sure, she does. But not with men." Don stared at Larry. "Did you just get off the farm or something?"
"No, but I guess I got a lot to learn."
"That Sally McGarrity, she's got a great pair of tits, but she ain't givin' 'em up to no man. I know, I've tried. Now take that new chick you introduced me to, June. She's already been staked out by Sally, you can be sure of it. Take a gander at the way the two of 'em are cozy over there at the table. Don't think Sally don't plan stuff like that."
"She's got to fill June in on the job," Larry put in. He knew June was a straight chick, and would stay that way.
"Hell no," insisted Don. "Do I have to draw you a picture? I can see the way Sally is zeroing in on June already."
"Tell you the truth," lied Larry. "I have no feelings about it. What they do is their business.
"I see what you mean. But look at all that young flesh that's going to waste. Sally has the best pair in the resort, if your chick doesn't. That's a lot of swell stuff to be wasted on each other. Till June arrived, Sally was the only un-der-thirty on the premises."
Just then, one of the woman guests entered the room in a cocktail dress. As she drew closer, Larry saw it was the dame that June had been trying to show how to hold a tennis racket.
He and Don rose as she got to their table.
"No need to get up," she said. "My name's Helen Topperman."
"Hi, I'm Larry Walters. Won't you join us?"
"Thank you," she said, taking a seat.
"Helen's one of our best guests," Don said unnecessarily.
"I have a stuck drawer in my room," Helen said to Don. "Do you think you could get a chance to come up and fix it some time today?"
"I'm pretty busy," Don said. "I have to do some work for Miss Tyler. Why don't you take care of it, Larry?"
"Sure," he replied brightly. "Glad to be of help. I can get to it right now."
"Oh good," beamed Helen.
The two of them rose and headed for the door.
"See you," Don said to Larry.
Minutes later, Larry and Helen Topperman were in her bedroom. He gave a yank on the drawer she said was stuck, found it easy enough to open.
When he turned, he found himself face to face with the matronly woman.
"I like you very much, Larry," she said. Her eyes were liquid. "I love being with you."
He said nothing.
Her hands flew over his clothes and soon he was naked. Then she undressed herself and they proceeded to the bed.
She lay back, her massive thighs open, showing the rubbery thick lips of her soft moist vulva.
"Come on baby. Go down on it. Suck my cunt. I'm oozing now, just thinking about it."
Larry dove downward, his mouth taking possession of Helen's soft, warm pussy. His tongue stretched and licked along the sides of the tunnel walls as she moaned and gasped. He found her floppy breasts and dug his fingers into the softness.
He tweaked her nipples and they grew erect. His tongue played with the nerve ends of her open cunt. He sucked in the clitoris and bit gently around it.
Shivers of ecstasy ran up and down his spine. This was something he dug as much as she did.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Her body rolled and tossed and her fingers closed over his ears, keeping his head in place between her soft, milky thighs.
He squeezed her breasts as he sucked her cunt.
He tried to swallow the clitoris and she gasped and groaned and felt the mouth working at her throbbing meat and she swiveled her hips and shuddered. Her clit was as big as her nipples all right.
He bit the sweetbread, not too gently, and his fingers squeezed her large nipples hard. He heard her gasp and cry and felt the shivers pass through her plump body.
She groaned, soaring skyward as her cunt juices flowed into Larry's mouth. She was coming furiously now. There was a driving force to the thrusting of her hips that spelled orgasm.
She was humping his face now, and it was a long time before she slowed to a chugging halt. When she did, he kissed her dripping pussy fervently, then climbed over her. He was hot as a two-dollar pistol on Saturday night, hot to fuck the hell out of her cunt.
She reached down and grasped his penis, squeezed it, pumped it several times, and then guided the head to the opening of her pussy. She urged him to slide it home, and he felt the delicious friction as he stuffed her cunt with his thick shaft.
Then he started moving in and out and his balls banged against the flesh of her pubic mound.
Her hands were all over him, raking his back with her long nails.
"Oh, fuck me," she moaned. "A-h-h-h-h-h, that feels so good, your cock moving in and out of my cunt. Stuff me with that prick of yours. Fill me with it. Oh, yes. like that. like that."
She moved with him and he knew she was coming again.
"A come-freak," he thought to himself as he fucked away at her cunt.
He bent his head and kissed her soft breasts, sucking on her large nipples as he pumped in and out of her white, soft body. His ass moved wildly in the air.
She groaned and shook and oozed pussy juice as she climaxed. She kept moving beneath him, scratching his back with the fury of a wildcat in heat.
"Give it to me," she groaned. "Fuck me. Spill your juice. Come inside me. I want to feel your hot goo in my cunt."
Her words inflamed him and he moved faster and faster, his prick a throbbing insturment, pis-toning in and out of her flesh.
A hot, searing flash scorched his spine as his cock jerked inside her wet cunt and spilled out the contents of his balls. He filled her pussy with liquid, thick and white, and then slowly withdrew from her vagina. He lay alongside her, well sated.
She fell asleep, so when Larry was fully back to his senses he slipped from the bed, dressed hurriedly and went downstairs.
As he passed through the lobby looking for Don, he spotted Betty Tyler. She leaned a round hip against the corner of her desk, casually surveying him as he approached. From the look on her pleasant face, he figured she was asking herself if he had just fucked Helen Topperman.
"Did you ever work in a resort or a hotel before?" she asked him.
"No ma'am."
"You can call me Betty. All my employees do. No formality here, except of course with the guests."
She winked broadly at him.
"I'll have Don show you everything you need to know," she went on. "You already have your room, right? I'm sure you'll work out just fine.
At least I know that we're going to get along. Don can show you all around the place, and you can start toting bags and things tomorrow."
"I already fixed a drawer for Miss Topper-man," he said casually.
She laughed.
"More likely you fixed a box," she said. "It's Mrs. Topperman, by the way. She has a little worm of a husband who can't do anything but make money and suck her cunt. She comes up here more to get away from him than anything else. He doesn't know a thing. Thinks her favorite sport is tennis."
"Anything else I should know about working here?"
"As an employee of The Cornhole," she said, "you'll learn quickly that the clientele must always be catered to. Most of our guests are women. Middle-aged women, widows, wives who are dumped by their husbands and joined only during weekends ... if at all. Naturally, they get sort of lonely. My bell hops make sure they don't remain lonely, dig?"
"Dig."
"The salary isn't much I admit," she went on. "Still, tips are the thing. They can be enormous. Wouldn't be surprised if Mrs. Topperman lays something on you for fixing her stuck drawer up there."
"Stuck drawer can be a pain." She laughed.
"The tips depend on how good you are in keeping our female guests entertained."
By now, Larry knew what she meant. He nodded his head to show he understood. He wouldn't have any trouble making love to middle-aged women. After all, he dug his Aunt Martha and he dug Betty Tyler and he hadn't had any trouble getting it on with Helen Topperman.
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that he had made the right decision in bringing June up to the resort for the summer.
"June seems to be starting off well," said Betty, as if reading his mind. "Helen told me she never enjoyed the tennis lesson as much as she did with June, and that gal of yours seems also to have hit it off beautifully with my social director. Why they just came through here a few minutes ago, and they were arm in arm."
That gave Larry a bit of a start.
"I place a lot of faith in that gal Sally," Betty went on, not noticing his reaction. "She's been with me a long time and she seems to have a magic touch in pleasing the lady guests."
Larry was lost in thought, till Betty spoke again.
"One of my best guests is arriving tomorrow on the train," she said. "Mrs. Wallace Baker. Believe me, she's a big tipper."
"Sounds good," said Larry distractedly.
"Say!" Betty piped up. "Don't you go wasting all of yourself on my guests now. I want some more of what I got down in town with you, hear?"
He laughed.
"Sure," he said.
"Okay then," she smiled. "Be in my room at ten tonight. I want to see how much that Helen Topperman took out of my young man."
CHAPTER FOUR
Larry knocked on the door and heard Betty call out, "Come in."
He turned the knob and walked into her bedroom, a nicely furnished room.
Betty was sitting in an easy chair, smoking a cigarette, a nightstand to her right. She had on hot pink pajamas and nothing else.
She looked younger than her thirty-eight or so years. Her hair was raven without traces of gray. Her face was clear without lines. Her eyes were brown and her nose was almost Roman.
Redheads had always turned Larry on.
"You're not dumb, Larry," she said. "You know what your job is here at The Cornhole, don't you?"
He nodded his head.
"I have to make sure my guests get their money's worth. I want to test you. In town was matriculation. Tonight is graduation. First, take off your clothes."
Larry undressed and finally stood naked in front of Betty Tyler. He didn't feel the least embarrassed and that sort of surprised him. He saw her eyes go over his body and center on his long, slender rod.
"Come here, Larry," she said, licking her lips. He followed her order. "You're gorgeous," she said. "This is going to be fun. Do you know what analingus is?"
He shook his head.
She smiled.
"It's easy, and with a tongue like the one that ate my cunt down in town, I'm sure you'll become a master overnight. Come over here."
He took a few more steps and stood in front of her, his cock fully hard.
She put out her hand and felt his belly.
"Hmmm. Hard, lean and hairless. You're not very hairy are you? Just the right amount, though, at the pubic area, and that's what counts."
She moved her hand down to the thick forest, found the base of his slim penis, and circled it with her long fingers. She tugged at his tool, felt the pulse beat. It hardened fully, perked up to greet her.
Betty was delighted by the size of it, her pleasure spelled out across her face.
"A real monster," she said, cupping his balls and playing with them gently.
Her fingers had got him hot and he had a terrific hard-on.
Betty finally let go of his balls and got to her feet. She stripped off her pajamas and stood naked, letting him see her unclad body. She drew in her belly and her round firm breasts thrust out.
Larry was amazed to see those tits again. They were so firm. They didn't hang down. They just bobbled on her chest like a couple of grapefruits. The nipples were so huge, the color of a summer tan.
Betty walked to the bed, put one knee on the sheet and looked at Larry over one slender shoulder.
"You realize that you must do everything a guest asks of you."
"Sure. I know that."
"To make sure you don't get cold feet I'm going to test you. You mustn't hesitate at anything I tell you to do, you hear?"
She climbed on the bed and lay face down.
"Come on and suck my ass-hole." she commanded.
Larry walked over to the bed and got on it. He knelt at her side and ran his hand down her back to her jutting behind.
He bent his head and kissed the space between her sharp shoulder blades. His hand squeezed her ass as his lips nibbled down her back to the rise of her buttocks. His hand ran down the backs of her soft thighs and he started to kiss her big ass.
Then his tongue ran up and down the cleavage of her behind. She started moaning and he was pleased.
He used his hands to separate her cheeks and expose the red puckered anus. His tongue dug into the orifice and she gasped at the rubbery intrusion. His tongue pistoned in and out of her back passage while she rubbed her leaking cunt against the bed.
"Ummmmm! That feels so good."
Shivers of pleasure were running up and down Larry's spine, as he enjoyed the act as much as she was apparently enjoying it.
"Oh, I love that," she sang out. "Oh, keep doing that. Use your tongue. In and out. Oh. Yes. So good. So damned good."
His tongue worked faster and harder to give her this unique pleasure. Her moans of joy filled the bedroom. She wiggled her hips as he licked her ass-hole.
She couldn't take anymore and soon flopped over, her thighs open.
"Suck my pussy," she said. "Go down on it. I want to come in your mouth. Now. Now. Go down on my hot, aching cunt."
His mouth came in contact with her cunt. She gasped. His tongue jammed into her wet tunnel, explored the fleshy walls. Her heavy thighs rubbed against the sides of his head. His tongue darted everywhere, hitting the vital spots, sending searing flashes of ecstasy through her squirming body.
"Yes, yes," Betty moaned. "Do me. Do me. Lick my pussy. Oh. Yes. like that. Go deep. Right to the cervix. Stuff me with that wonderful mouth of yours. Suck me. Suck my cunt."
His lips drew in the throbbing red meat of her clitoris and she groaned. He sucked on the leaking flesh and his hands cupped her round buttocks. He managed to get one finger into her ass-hole and she squirmed and the finger went in deep, almost as deep as his cock had gone in that first time.
He sucked her clit like a madman.
Her body was moving with the hot flashes of orgasm. Her nipples were erect with desire. She cried out as she climaxed in his mouth. She forced his head to her hole, refusing to let him up for air, to let him spit out the woman fluids that filled his mouth.
She mashed his face to her steaming cunt.
"Keep it up," she cried. "Keep using your mouth on me. I'll kill you if you stop."
He kept on suctioning her clit. His finger was moving in and out of her ass-hole. Her insides must have been melting with passion. A shrill cry broke from her lips.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!"
Her climax must have been earth-shaking.
He kissed her open cunt a few times and then lay alongside her.
"Did I pass the test?" he asked, when she finally came back to life.
She took a deep breath.
"Not yet."
He gave her a puzzled look. "What else is there?"
"I have to know how good you are at screwing. You never did that to me in town."
"I can take care of that right now." He started to mount her, his prick already stiff.
She put her hand against his chest, stopping him. "Not yet. Too soon. Wait a while."
"Sure. Whatever you say, Betty."
She ran her hand over his chest. "I know my guests are gonna love you," she said.
She reached for his stiff cock, pumped it, felt the throbbing under the thin skin. She suddenly shifted her body and her head was against his mid-section.
He felt her hot breath on his groin. Then her wet lips caressed the knob of his cock. He moaned as she licked the head of his prick, her tongue caressing the glans.
He ran his hand over her back.
"That feels good," he moaned.
She took in the length of his cock and sucked him while her hand played with his balls.
He saw her bobbing head and wanted to come in her mouth. But that might anger her. He knew she wanted him to fuck her. But the sucking of his cock was getting to him.
"Better stop," he begged, "or I'll come."
But she wouldn't stop. Or couldn't. She kept blowing, her mouth hot and wet on his flesh.
His balls expanded and his prick jerked in her mouth, sending a stream of hot white fluid down her throat. She gulped down his offering. She kept sucking his cock till his tool was dry.
She took her mouth away and grinned at him. Drops of liquid were on her lips.
"Like that?" she asked needlessly.
"Yeah, it was terrific."
"I liked doing it for you, Larry."
"I liked having you do it for me. But...."
"But what, hon?"
"Well, you wanted me to lay you, remember. It was to be the final test." She laughed.
"So you shall. We have all night. Now come and kiss me, baby. Kiss me hard."
His lips bruised hers. She ran her hands down his back to his behind. She squeezed his buttocks.
"You really know how to turn a woman on," she said when they came up for air.
He handled her breasts. Her nipples became erect and he bent his head to kiss her tits and suck hard on the big nipples.
"That's nice," she said. "I like having my titties kissed. If you suck harder you may get milk."
He bit her nipples gently.
She reached down for the limp worm and played with it. She scratched at the underside of his cock and this sent shivers through him. He kissed her neck and rubbed against her.
She squeezed his balls and cock and soon she felt a reaction.
"So soon?" she asked in amazement.
She felt his hard-on and was overjoyed. She lay back and he positioned himself over her. She guided his cock to her cunt opening and he jammed in, stuffing her box with hard flesh. He started fucking her with long easy strokes.
"Oh, that's nice," she moaned, and moved with him.
Their bodies blended nicely together.
She rubbed his flat breasts as he pumped in and out of her pussy with his driving cock with jackhammer blows. His balls bounced against the crack of her ass.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She was moaning in ecstasy now, working her hips, mashing her belly against his.
A flaming ball grew deep in his stomach. His cock trembled in the sheath of her wet cunt. He moved faster, harder, giving all his strength in driving home his weapon. He bit the side of her neck as he exploded.
At the first gush of hot lead against her cervix, Betty cried out and climaxed seconds later.
They kissed and stayed together for quite a while before separating. She kissed his chest.
"You're damn good, baby."
"Thanks."
"I'm glad Martha suggested you for the job up here. She's a good gal."
"I dig her too."
"Oh, so do I. She's a very close friend. I suppose you've been to bed with her? You don't have to answer if you don't want to. It's none of my business really."
"I don't think Martha cares if I tell you," Larry said. "What the hell. You can probably guess. Sure we've been to bed together. It was swell. And it was swell being with you."
"I hope you don't get soured on the women we have here. Some of them are pretty hard dames. And I hope you don't pine away for life in town. It can get very lonely out here in the boondocks."
"In the cornfields," he corrected. She laughed.
"Yeah," she added. "In this little hole in the cornfields. This little ole Cornhole."
"How'd you ever come up with the idea for this place anyhow?" he asked.
"I've been in the resort business all my life," she replied. "It's always been a big part of it, the bell boys, the girls who work in a place, and the rich old dames and their old fart husbands."
"Guess so."
"The best part of it," she went on, "is the old broads, the rich old broads. They are the ones that look for the fun. The husbands, they have their little chippies in the city anyway, whores and all that. Call girls. But the wives have very little. When they come to a resort, they expect to get laid, by a beach boy, a bell boy, by anything with a cock on it. Then you have the clever guys who specialize. Maybe a square bitch has never had her pussy eaten. Okay, they do that. Then there are the men who specialize in going all night, giving the women multiple orgasms. But there are very few men who specialize in cornholing. You know what that means? To corn-hole someone."
"I guess I've found out," Larry laughed.
"It means to fuck a woman in the ass. Most women have never had that. They don't know what it is. Then there are very few men with exactly the right equipment. Your cock has to be very long, to get way up there and really give the woman something to yell about. Yet, on the other hand, it can't be too thick."
"And my cock is just right?" Larry said.
"Just right, boy," she smiled. "Just right."
"Guess I was made to corn-hole women. I dig it too, you know that?"
"You were made for The. Cornhole," said
Betty Tyler. "Don's a good one too, but he doesn't have your personality. He's kind of crude. I think the two of you will be the perfect team. I set up this place in the cornfields just for the anal trade. Rich women who pay to get fucked in the ass. Broads who pay to be initiated. Get their first cornholing without getting a busted rectal tube. It takes skill ... and the right cock."
They kissed, and both were asleep in seconds. When Larry opened his eyes it was morning and Betty still lay snoring beside him. He jumped from the bed and hurriedly dressed. He tiptoed to the door, opened it and slid outside, closing it gently behind him.
Then he got the first shock of the day.
June was standing there waiting for him.
"So Sally was right," she sputtered. "You spent the night with the boss lady. All right Larry. You're free to do as you please, but as of right now, our engagement is off ... permanently!"
She whirled and stomped off before he had a chance to say a word.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I didn't think you were going to show up," Sally McGarrity said as June Daniels walked into her room.
Lemon yellow light, from a bed lamp, shone on Sally's face and shoulders. She was sitting up in bed, reading a magazine. She had on a low-cut nightgown made of some gossamer material. The cleavage between her full breasts could be seen. And through the sheer material of her nightgown could be seen the pink of her sharp nipples.
June's nostrils flared. She put her hands on Sally's round hard tits and felt the nipples searing her palms. She began to pant. Her fingers pressed against the resilient flesh.
"Take your clothes off," Sally moaned. "I want to feel your naked body against mine."
Reluctant hands left Sally's beautiful white breasts and June stood up and shed her clothes. When she was nude, she bent over and her hands caressed Sally's breasts and belly and then took off the nightgown, leaving Sally stark naked. She got into bed and pressed her body against Sally's.
They French-kissed passionately.
June's hands swept over Sally's shoulders and back and down to the jutting buttocks. June's body moved against Sally's. June's white body was still girlish. Sally's was full, rounded, and her breasts were twice as big as June's. The nipples were a luscious red, like ripe strawberries.
Sally closed her eyes and moaned.
"Kiss me. Kiss my breasts," she begged. "I love that. I want your lips on my breasts."
June lowered her head and her tongue darted about over the white mounds. She licked at the stiffening nipples and then closed her lips over one, sucked gently, then went to the other one.
Sally gasped as she felt the suctioning at her flame-tipped breasts. Shock waves surfed over her moving, writhing body. The heat generated through her young body, soared across her loins. Her tunnel walls in her cunt secreted love juice.
"Kiss me all over," she groaned. "All over."
June moved her head south, her lips blazing a wet trail down Sally's fine body, over the flat belly, with a slight pause as June's tongue explored the shallow navel, and then June reached the hairy forest. She kissed the groin where the skin was moist and tender, and her tongue ran across the bush, found the cleft and jammed in.
Sally gasped as the rubbery intruder invaded her most secret domain. Her cunt quivered as June's tongue fitted snuggly into the warm moist sheath.
"Yes. Yes," Sally moaned. "Like that. Lick me out. Stuff me with your tongue. Go in deep. Deeper. Oh. Oh. Oh."
June found the protruding clitoris and sucked it within her mouth and her hands cupped Sally's white buttocks. She sucked and sucked and her fingers pressed against the white flesh of her companion's behind. She ran a finger up and down the crescent, found the ass-hole, and rammed in.
Sally shuddered as both openings were now stuffed, a tongue in her cunt hole and a finger in her ass-hole. She pivoted crazily, her pussy leaking passion juice. Hot flames scorched her writhing madness.
"Oh, yes. Yes. Suck me off. Oh, I'm going to come. Come. I'm going to come in your most beautiful mouth. Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh."
Sally cried shrilly as she climaxed, t
It amazed June. Something she had done, the sudden finger up the ass-hole, had sent Sally spinning off into another world. The tongue in the cunt and the finger in the ass-hole. It did something maddening to Sally.
June licked at the flowing juices, then kissed the rose-petal softness, and eased up on the quivering girl.
"That was marvelous," Sally sighed. "There's nothing to equal that. Front and back. Front and back. It's like having two women do me at once. Oh! I love it. I love it."
June squeezed the big quivering breasts.
"Want me to sit on your face?" she asked, her pussy aching for Sally's tongue.
"Right on!"
June straddled Sally, high up, and her cunt was just above Sally's face. She slowly lowered her mid-section till she felt Sally's mouth on her gash. Then she sighed and closed her eyes as the most delightful thrills ran through her naked body.
Sally ran her tongue over the surface of the oval-shaped pussy. She put up her hands to reach June's breasts. She squeezed the lush mounds as she devoured June's open cunt. She licked at the thick rubbery lips, forced her way inside to find the secreting pink fleshy walls.
Sally rubbed June's erect nipples, hurting her, not caring, knowing that June liked some pain with her lovemaking, sensing it, knowing that all women did. Sally sucked on the clitoris. She bit gently into the spongy flesh.
"Eat it, eat it," June cried. "Yes, oh, yes. Eat it. Suck my cunt. Bite it. Bite it hard."
Sally bit hard and June howled with pain.
"Oh, I'm coming," June cried.
She ground her cunt against Sally's wet mouth.
"Drink it up, Sally," she cried. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming."
June groaned as her cunt flowed like a dam had burst. She soared skyward and her brain pounded like someone was beating at her skull with a hammer. She felt Sally's teeth nibbling on her woman flesh as she climaxed and the mixture of pain and pleasure was shockingly beautiful.
Sally squeezed June's nipples hard while June came and this added much to June's excitement.
They lay alongside each other, both pooped. Their breathing was hoarse at first, then even.
"We really go well together," Sally said.
"I'm sorry about accusing you of lying about Larry and that Tyler woman," June said, smoothing her hand over Sally's finely curved hip.
"There's no reason to be sorry."
"I suppose. I don't know what got over me. I guess she's not the first woman he took to bed with him. Nor will she be the last."
"You have to be realistic," Sally said. "Look, you're not an out-and-out lez like me. I know you have a hankering for men."
June raised her eyebrows.
"I can tell by the way you look at them," said Sally. "Especially when they're built the way Don Hardy is. You looked for that bulge in te front of his pants, trying to tell how big the prick is."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"For some reason, you shy away from men. I don't know what's wrong. There's a reason for it. But you want them just the same. It's a case of wanting men and not wanting men. You'd go to bed with a man if he was the right one. You love Larry but you're afraid to go to bed with him. He turns you on, but you won't go all the way."
"That's a lie. You don't know what you're talking about. I had just a little fling with Larry. I hate him now."
"Tell me what you have against men," asked Sally.
"I don't have anything at all against them," June said loudly. "I ... I just don't want to go to bed with them. That's all."
"You prefer women. Is that it?"
"That's not exactly it either," June confessed. "I just sort of fell for you, that's all. Are you trying to louse up a good thing? Maybe you want to call it quits?"
"Don't be silly," Sally said. "I'm just curious as to what makes you tick."
"Love," said June.
"I still say, when the right man comes along, you'll leave me flat. But I don't care."
"Sure," June scoffed. "Why should you care? Plenty of broads in the sea. Plenty of broads around here in The Cornhole."
"Broads like Wallace Baker," Sally said.
"Wallace Baker?"
"Wife of the millionaire banker. She's coming up here today."
June just shrugged.
"Listen kid, I want to help you," said Sally, turning to her.
June stiffened. "You think I have a hang-up or something? You think I'm not normal?"
"I didn't say that. But something is troubling you. I can tell. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But you'll go crazy, wanting men, and not wanting men."
June tried to relax.
"You don't know what you're saying. There's nothing wrong with me. I ... I have no feelings for men anymore. Not after what Larry just did."
But Sally knew better. She liked June. She more than liked her. Of course, Sally didn't believe in falling for femmes. She didn't believe in living with femmes. There were too many to stick with one for too long. She was very fond of June and she had observed June with a keen eye.
There was no doubt in her mind that June was attracted to men. And yet, at the same time, the young girl was repelled by them. She wanted to be with a man and yet she was afraid. Or was she afraid? Was it hatred? Had something happened to her, something caused by some man? Had she been raped? Had some close relative gone after her when she was a kid? There were a dozen possibilities.
June just didn't want to talk about it. It was like a mental block. If she did talk about it, Sally felt, it would certainly help her. Maybe not cure her but help.
There was a strained silence between them, then Sally started to fondle June's girlish breasts. She thumbed the nipples and the points became erect.
June started to moan. Her nipples were very sensitive and Sally knew it. There was a churning in her gut. Hot flashes ripped through her squirming lithe white young body.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!"
Sally bent her head and her tongue adventured over June's smooth breasts. She licked at the flawless white skin, at the crinkly pink tips, at the valley between the mounds.
June pushed at Sally's head.
"You know what I want, what I need." Her thighs opened and closed. "Oh, suck me off. Get down on it. I want your mouth on my pussy."
Sally licked her way down June's white body, down to the navel, and she licked at the skin around it, then tongued her way to the edge of the forest.
"Yes, yes," June moaned. "Get your tongue in there. Get it in good."
Sally rammed her tongue deep into the cunt hole, and she heard the sudden intake of breath coming from June. She licked her tongue around, touching the sensitive tunnel walls, making the flesh leak passion sauce. She sucked in the protruding clitoris and bit gently around it.
"H-m-m-m-m-m," June groaned. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I love it. I love it."
Sally sucked on the lovebud, drawing out the juices. like ripe fruit, she thought. How I love the taste of cunt, especially young cunt.
"Suck me. Suck me. Suck me," June cried shrilly. She writhed, out of control, her breasts bobbing on her chest. "Suck me off. Lick my cunt. Oh, I love that. I love that. I love that."
"A-h-h-h-h-h. A-h-h-h-h-h-h."
There was a frantic lashing as June's body whipped against the bed as the earth-chattering climax shook her to the core. She was exploding again and again with wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.
Gradually, her spasmic movements ceased and a heaviness came over her. She wanted to drift off, wanted to fall into a deep sleep. She had been up all night standing guard in front of the door to Betty Tyler's room. Then she had gone off to Sally's in a huff. Now she had finished the most exhausting session of lovemaking in her life and she lay there like a limp rag.
She had never had a lesbian relationship before, and as she lay there, she didn't know what to do.
She loved Larry, and yet ... the things he had wanted to do with her. Anal intercourse. It was unthinkable.
Still, maybe Sally was right. You had to be realistic. With that thought she fell into a deep sleep.
She had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was with Sally McGarrity, making love, but that suddenly Sally became Larry Walters. She was making love to Larry in a way she couldn't understand. He was fucking her, but somehow he had his finger up her ass. Then it was a penis. She saw the face of Don Hardy, and somehow the penis up her ass belonged to him.
Or was he in front of her? She could see his laughing face. And Larry was behind her. She had two cocks in her, one in her cunt, one up her ass. Suddenly, she saw the laughing face of Sally McGarrity in her dream, with Betty Tyler and Larry's Aunt Martha ... all laughing.
And the whole dream scene blended back into her lovemaking with Sally. She was sucking Sally's cunt again, her finger up the woman's ass-hole. She experienced once again the explosive orgasm caused by that combination. A cock up an ass. A finger in a cunt. A cock in a cunt. A finger up an ass. Cocks up cunt and ass together. In that swirling vision, she came back to consciousness.
The sun streaming through the open window told her it was late afternoon.
CHAPTER SIX
Wallace Baker was thirty-three. She was tall and slim with chestnut-brown hair. She was un-mero uno in New York City high society.
Wallace was lounging on a deck chair in the swimming pool area. Her two-piece suit showed off her slim figure to advantage. Despite her years her tits were firm as rocks. They bulged out the upper half of her blue string bikini.
A deep cleavage could be seen. Though her body was slim, her breasts were large and round and tanned like the rest of her body. She and some of the other women drove to a nearby lake every so often where they sunbathed in the nude.
Wallace liked the sun on her naked body. She liked the warmth of the sun. She was feeling warm now, but it wasn't all from the sun.
She was warm with expectant passion.
Larry was bringing her a cocktail. It was after lunch and she was relaxing before going for a dip in the pool. She thanked Larry and her eyes went over his youthful body. He looked good in his blue bell hop uniform.
"I don't have any change on me, Larry," she murmured. "And I do so want to tip you."
"That's all right, Mrs. Baker."
"Do you mind doing my back, Larry? The sun tan lotion is right there."
"Oh, sure."
She sat up and Larry reached for the tube that lay on the top of the serving table nearby. He squeezed out a worm of light cream onto his palm and started rubbing the lotion into her back and shoulders.
Wallace drank her cocktail and felt a thrill rip through her body. She knew she wouldn't be able to wait for tonight to have this sweet boy. She had to have him now. Of course, he had to know what was going on. Berry wouldn't have put him to work without filling him in.
Larry's fingers rubbed against her firm flesh.
She craned her neck and looked at him.
"You're not the modest type, are you Larry? I hope you're not."
"What do you mean?"
"I love having lotion all over me. But we're out in the open here. The other guests can see us. Otherwise, I'd ask you to rub lotion all over me. All over me, understand?"
"Uh-huh. Sure. I understand."
"Would you if I asked you to?" she wanted to know.
"It's my job to take care of your needs," he said.
"All my needs?" she asked teasingly.
He nodded his head and looked at her. "All your needs."
"Then why don't we go to my room?" she said. "It's much more private in my room."
"If you want."
She stood up, gathering up her robe, slipped it over her shoulders, and led the way to her room. Dutifully, Larry followed, the tube of lotion in his hand.
On the way there, Larry passed Don, who winked broadly at him.
In her room, Wallace took off her robe and laid it across the back of an easy chair. She unhooked the halter of her swim suit and draped it over her robe. She saw the amazement in Larry's eyes and openly grinned.
She had unusually large breasts for her slender figure. They were very full with large brown nipples. They were firm and stood out on her chest like balloons.
She lay on the bed, face down.
"All right," she said. "All right, Larry."
He knelt on the bed and said, worming more lotion onto his palm: "I thought you wanted it on your chest."
"I do. Just start on my back again. For a little while anyway."
He started rubbing the lotion onto her back. Rub Rub Rub. His palms glided over her firm skin.
Then, suddenly, she turned around and her tits were staring him in the face.
He rubbed one breast and the nipple was erect and scorching his palm. He rubbed the other breast and she started to moan. He rubbed her breasts till there was no more lotion. But he didn't bother to squeeze lotion from the tube onto his palm. He just kept rubbing her full firm tits and she kept moaning.
"Take off your shorts," she suddenly said.
He stopped what he was doing and shed the lower half of her swim suit and she was absolutely naked. He saw her boyish hips and her long slim thighs. He saw the brown hair on her love mound and through it could be seen the cleft and the protruding clitoris.
"My thighs," she said.
"With lotion?"
"No. Fuck the lotion."
He rubbed her thighs and she squirmed. He rubbed the inner thighs where her skin was so tender and moist. He neared the hollow of her torso and she groaned. He swept his palm over the surface of her oval-shaped cunt and she whimpered.
"Take your clothes off," she finally said, her body moving like she was screwing with an invisible lover.
He hopped off the bed and took off everything, including shoes and socks. Then he was on the bed again. He already had a hard-on. His young prick was pulsing with desire.
"Go down on me," she ordered.
His head was soon between her slim white thighs. He smelled the musky odor of her womanhood and it thrilled him. He licked at her groin, at her inner thighs, then at the outer lips, hair-lined, moist, brimming with fluid. He licked at the inner lips and she moaned. He jammed his tongue way inside till he could go no further.
She swiveled her hips.
"Yes, yes, like that."
She put her hands on her tits and rubbed them. She tweaked her own erect nipples.
"Oh, suck my pussy. Suck it. Lick my cunt. Yes. Yes. Oh, I love that. Love it. Love it. Yes. Do it to me just like that."
She moaned and whimpered as she felt the assault of his rubbery wet tongue on her private domain. She was obviously in sheer ecstasy.
He found the protruding clitoris and licked at the spongy meat. This brought a heavy sigh from her passionate lips.
He nibbled on the sweetbread and his hands cupped her firm buttocks. His fingers pressed against tanned and resilient flesh as his teeth scraped over the moist flesh of her womanhood.
She rolled her nipples between her forefingers and her thumbs. like shooting stars, flashes of heat rocketed through her squirming tanned body.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
Her body moved in torment, delicious torment. A sweet hotness spread through her body. Her fingers on her pointy red nipples and his mouth on her sweet cunt-the combination was bringing her the extreme ecstasy. Her ass moved wildly against the bed, her belly heaved with her extreme motion.
"A-h-h-h-h-h!"
She had to come soon, had to come in his male young mouth. She wanted him to taste the flow from her pussy. She wanted him to drink it in.
"Suck it!" she moaned. "Suck it. Eat my cunt. Eat it. Eat it."
She tossed her head from side to side. Her cunt oozed passion love juice. There would be a flood soon. A flood brought on from his ravenous mouth, his teeth, his tongue, his lips.
Tenaciously, Larry sucked the clitoris of her pussy. He sucked hard and his fingers pressed against the flesh of her ass. He brought one finger to the divide of her ass, and then it found the ass-hole and dug in.
She felt the sudden intrusion in her backside and it brought an extra thrill. She cried out and it came. Sweet, bitter, hard, driving-the ultimate thrill for her. The Climax.
She came and her whole body felt it. The earth and the sun moved. She rocked and swayed and her body melted inside. Her churning belly grumbled and she cried out hard and loud.
This was it.
This was the ultimate pleasure for her.
The digit up her ass-hole was driving her mad, mad with orgasmic spasms of pleasure.
He planted a few kisses on her open cunt and she invited him to get on top of her and fuck her.
He climbed aboard, his slender cock hard and pulsing. He was itching to fuck her.
She guided his slim prick to her open wet cunt and he inched in, up to the hilt. His balls banged against her love flesh.
"Fuck me," she said, loving the feel of the long, thin thing in her cunt.
His lengthy lance felt the wetness of her sheath. He started moving slowly at first, in and out, pistoning, his cock moving the whole length of her tunnel of love. He handled her full breasts and loved the warmth of her skin. He thumbed the nipples, still hard and erect, and he pistoned faster, in and out of her wet open cunt, as hard and fast as he could go.
"That's it," she cried out. "Give it to me. Yes. like that. Do it just like that."
He moved fast and hard, fucking her with all his young strength. He tweaked her nipples as his ass moved up and down, driving his young prick in and out of her sweet cunt. He was liking it as much as she was.
His breathing was jagged as he moved in and out of her love nook. He was very excited, forgetting it was a duty to screw her. He was thinking only of his own pleasure. He was in as deep as he could go. He jammed home, loving the feeling of warmth and wetness.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." She was going like a madwoman, staccato-like, groaning, then turning and moving with him.
"Give it to me good!" she shouted.
She was feeling his flat breasts with her fingertips, tweaking his nipples.
There was a high voltage flash along his spine. He didn't want to come yet. He started moving faster and faster, as fast as he could go.
"Give it to me," she cried.
Her face twisted and whitened and she stiffened and exploded.
He kept moving, his body a well-oiled sex machine. His cock was at the bursting point. Stiff, pulsing, his male flesh moved up and down and he groaned as the leaking at the piss-hole started. His heavy balls ached. He pushed his mind away from what he was doing. He held his cream for all he was worth.
One thing he had learned already at The Cornhole. To survive, a guy couldn't come off every time he had sex with a broad. He had to save himself.
He kept pumping away at the woman's cunt. Wallace was orgasming madly, coming off again and again. Still, Larry had not climaxed.
"That was good," she was finally able to say. She was kissing his face again and again. Then she lay still and felt his cock still hard inside her.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You could give the other fellas lessons, that's for sure." He felt her breasts. "You have nice tits," he said. "Thanks."
Her nipples remained hard.
"You can kiss them if you want to," she said. "I like when you do that."
He kissed her breasts and tongued her nipples. It sent a shiver of delight through him.
"I want you to fuck me again and again," she said. "Nobody fucks me as good as you do. My husband sure as hell doesn't. Don Hardy doesn't even fuck me so good."
"Okay," was all he said.
"You do everything, don't you?" she asked.
"Everything?"
"Ass fucking?"
He looked surprised.
"Why that?" he asked his hands still kneading the fullness of her mammoth breasts.
"There are just some things . ... "
He thumbed her nipples idly.
"My behind," she suddenly spoke up boldly. "Sometimes I like a tongue in there. A tongue that goes in deep and wiggles about Then a cock. A long thin cock like the one that's hung on you, Larry."
"I'll do that if you want," he said.
"Good."
She ran her hand down his body to the dick that stuck between her thighs.
"Maybe I'll let you do something that'll please you," she added.
"Like what?"
"Come in my ass. I like it in my ass," she said.
Then she reached under his cock for his hairy balls. She fondled them for a time.
"A long, slender penis. A long prick. I love to be fucked in the ass by that. And think of the pleasure it would give you. My ass-hole is tight, not like my big pussy. You'll have the time of your life. I noticed you didn't come when you fucked me in the cunt."
"Do you come when you get fucked in the ass?" he asked idly, ignoring her questioning tone.
"Yeah."
She squeezed his testicles. She played one ball against the other in his sack.
"My husband never does it," she confided. "But I love it. I have to have a prick in my ass before I can really come the way I want to. And a tongue in my cunt does a lot for me if it's at the same time. Two guys. Or a guy and a girl, either way. Asshole and clitoral stimulation. I dig that." He nodded.
"But I come best when a cock is moving in and out of my behind," she continued, "and my lover puts his fingers on my clitoris and plays with it at the same time. Then I come best of all. It feels so good, having my pussy rubbed while a cock is stuffing up my ass."
"Do you like that better than anything?"
"Yeah," she said. "But the guy can't have too thick a dick. I like a thick dick up my cunt. My husband has that, and all he knows is fuck, fuck, fuck. But to do it up the ass it has to be long, plenty long, to reach the whole way. And it has to be a real noodle like yours is, thin."
"I dig."
She gripped his balls with steel-like fingers, making him wince.
"Yes, baby. It's a man's cock in my ass that gives me the greatest thrill. That's the reason I come to The Cornhole. That's the reason at least half the women who come here choose this place. To get their sweet asses corn-holed just right. Till now, I thought Don Hardy was the best there was at ass-fucking, but with that thing of yours, and the way you cunt-fucked me, I'm not so sure."
"Till tonight then," Larry said. "You'll have everything you want. My cock in your ass, my fingers on your clit. You command and I'll obey. That's what I'm here for. To make you happy."
She released his balls.
"I can hardly wait," she said.
She got off the bed and put on her swim suit. Larry dressed and she kissed him on the mouth. Before he left the room, she gave him a crisp bill. Outside, he looked at it.
It was a one hundred dollar bill.
He put it in his pocket and walked away. He was thinking about June Daniels.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Roberta Owens was a plump widow with brown hair graying at her temples. She had a pleasantly round face. She was thirty-six. She was in a blouse and a pair of green shorts. She had just finished a round of tennis with June and they were in the sun room, drinking sodas. It was late in the afternoon after June had slept in Sally's bed.
"Why have you been so cold to me?" Roberta asked.
"Cold to you? Don't be silly," said June.
"I thought you would be friendlier. I think I know why. Sally McGarrity. She's a jealous bitch, isn't she?"
"I'm surprised you don't go for the young bell boys here," June said. "All our guests do."
"They don't interest me. Well, that new one has possibilities."
"Larry."
"Yes. He's cute."
"Want me to arrange a meeting?" June asked ironically.
"I don't need you for that."
"It would ease Sally's mind if she knew you were fooling around with one of the fellas instead of with me," June said. "I like Sally. I don't want her sore at me."
"I'll do it for you," Roberta Owens said. "For a consideration."
"What's that?"
"Come to my room tonight."
"I will if you'll let me spank you."
Roberta frowned. "Why do you want to do that?"
"I like spanking soft asses," June said. She was still in an evil mood, taking her anger out on the old broads.
"I don't like being hurt."
"It's the kind of hurt that a woman enjoys," June said. "I'll make your ass all red. Then I'll soothe it by licking it. Then I'll really lick you. All over."
Roberta shivered deliciously.
"All right. It's a deal."
"Go to your room," said June. "I'll send that boy Larry to you."
Roberta finished her soda and sauntered out of the sun room.
June watched the sway of her plump hips and the ripple at the backs of her plump thighs. She got up and went looking for Larry. He was bringing a drink to a guest at poolside.
"Just a second," June said, putting her hand on his arm. "Do you know Roberta Owens?"
"She was pointed out to me."
"Her room is number five," June said. "She'd like to have you visit her. Right now."
"I have to bring a drink to Mrs. Kowan."
"Do that. Then go to Roberta's room."
"Sure."
June found Sally talking to a guest and took her aside.
"I'll prove to you Roberta Owens isn't what you think," June said, "she's not after my cunt. Right now, Larry is going to her. I don't have to tell you what for."
"I don't believe it."
"Then watch him. He's leaving the pool area now."
June and Sally followed Larry to Roberta's room and saw him go in.
"Well, there you are," June said.
"Doesn't mean anything," Sally said. "She probably digs men as well as women. She's still hot for you, so you better watch yourself."
"You're impossible," June stormed, and walked away angrily.
She'd turned Roberta Owens on to Larry, but that hadn't earned her any points with Sally. Sally was as jealous as ever. June was as confused as ever, longing for a permanent love, with no jealousy, no hang-ups.
When Larry got into Roberta's room, she was reclining on the bed, still clad in a blouse and shorts.
"You made good time, Larry," she said for openers.
"Yes, Mrs. Owens."
"You can call me Roberta. Come here."
Larry neared the bed.
"You're cute. I'll bet you look good naked."
"Do you want me to undress?"
"That's a very good idea," Roberta said.
Larry took off his uniform and Roberta's eyes glistened as she saw his young naked body. She reached out and toyed with his young but manly prick, admiring its slender length. Her expert fingers soon had his cock standing upright, rigid, throbbing.
"You can undress me," she said.
Larry took off her blouse and shorts. He unhooked her bra and then her panties. Her tits were large and sloped gently. The nipples were rather large and brown. Her cunt hair was abundant. Her thighs were plump and very white. Larry climbed into bed with her. They kissed and she ran her hands down his back and over his ass.
Larry fooled with her breasts and soon the nipples awoke. He bent his head and kissed them. His tongue ran down the valley between them and soon he was sucking at her nipples.
Her fingers ran through his hair. She was turned on. She liked having her nipples sucked. She reached down and grasped his penis. She started to pump him.
He was very hot now. He hadn't come in Wallace's cunt. He wanted to mount Roberta.
"Not just yet," she said, pushing at his head.
Larry knew what she wanted. His head went downward. He licked at her soft round belly, at the deep navel. His mouth was soon on her cunt and she gasped when his tongue adventured inside.
Shock waves took hold of her. "A-h-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Her plump body shook and quivered as he Frenched her cunt. He licked her tunnel walls and made the pink flesh moist. He licked at the rubbery clitoris and she groaned loudly.
Then she shrieked with pleasure.
"E-e-e-e-e-ee!! ! "
Larry loved the sound in his skull, and he loved the softness of the tender morsel in his mouth. He teased the little woman-prick with his lips and tongue. It was a springy piece of female flesh. He worked hungrily at the warm moist meal. Her heavy moans now replaced the eery shriek that had split the air.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
The heavy sound licked at the embers of his virile body and there arose a sudden craving to fuck the woman whose cunt he was now sucking.
Her soft white thighs rubbed against the sides of his head. He smelled pussy, and the musky odor of her womanhood excited him. He wanted to plunge his cock deep into her love canal, up to the hilt, and fuck the hell out of her.
That's what cunts were made for.
"Oh suck me. Suck me. Suck me," she was crying. "Oh, I love that. Make me come with your mouth. Make me come. Make me come."
He drew in the tender juices from the tidbit. He cupped her soft buttocks as he ate at her sweet-sour flesh.
She heaved her big body and her tits flopped and whimpers emerged from her throat as she felt his tongue and teeth and lips on her intimate female flesh.
"Suck it off," she cried. "Oh, I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Right in your wonderful mouth."
She cried out and her flesh trembled as she climaxed. The magenta flesh of her cunt opened and closed and she sighed deeply.
He didn't wait for her to catch her breath. He scrambled over her, ready for action. He ran the head of his cock up and down the cleft of her pussy, feeling the spongy hair-lined lips, moist, still flowing with the passion of the blow job he had just given her.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me hard."
It was just what he was going to do.
Her cunt was wide open, leaking passion sauce. His cock entered suddenly and she shivered deliciously as she felt the stuffing of the love cavity. Her round soft belly mashed against his as he plowed into her. In and out went his hungry young prick. His ass moved wildly as he screwed the shit out of her.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h!" she moaned again.
He pumped in and out, his cock strong, pulsing. He found her big tits and his fingers sank into soft warm flesh. He bent his head to nibble on her crinkly nipples.
"H-m-m-m-m-m-m-, " she sighed. "Nice. Tongue my nipples good. I love it."
His cock moved faster, faster, faster. His whole body thrust against her. Harder, harder, harder. He was miles away from the scene, riding his own crest of ecstatic pleasure. The wetness surrounded his hard flesh. His testicles bounced against the crack of her ass. He groaned and flooded her cunt with his hot sperm.
She sighed deeply as she felt the hotness flood her pussy. Sticky and warm. It leaked out and wet the crack of her ass.
She caressed his shoulders and back.
"You're very good, Larry. I bet the guests here will keep you busy."
"Guess so," he said blankly.
He had been saving that hot load of spunk for Mrs. Baker and her hundred-dollar tips. Now he wasn't so sure he could ream her ass the way he knew she wanted it reamed, and she was his nu-mero uno client.
"You could make every woman in this place," she added, patting him on the back.
"I'll have to get some rest."
He rolled away from her, his young cock glistening from the merging of sperm and her own passion fluid. He felt too tired to make his date with Wallace.
"Just a second," she said, her eyes lighting up.
She crawled to him. Her head dropped and soon she was licking the sticky goo of his cock. She licked every trace of their lovemaking from his prick. Her tongue on his cock was exciting and kept him from having his prick return to normal size.
"You still have a hard-on," she marveled.
"It's starting to hurt," he said. "Better leave it alone."
"So it'll shrink to nothing?"
She was teasing him now. She kept on licking his cock and started to handle his balls.
"You are hurting me," he said. He wanted to hit her but was afraid to. His cock was very sensitive now since he had recently come. And her tongue was licking about the head and the pressure was painful.
"Please stop," he urged.
She looked up at him.
"Will you lick my ass-hole?" she asked.
"Sure. Anything."
"Anal stuff," she said. "It's what I come to The Cornhole to get."
Her hand came away from his balls and she flopped down on the bed, her ass staring him in the face. Looking at the great twin mounds of white flesh, he had to wonder about the whole anal scene.
"What is it," he questioned, "about ass-licking and ass-fucking that's so damned exciting to a woman?"
"It's chemical," was all she would say.
She still lay there motionless, waiting patiently for the touch of his tongue on her ass-hole.
"You really dig it, don't you?" he said seriously.
"Yeah," she said, turning back to him. "Every gal does. It's the secret thrill, the hidden persuader. It works wonders with every woman. You just have to get her shorts off and her cheeks spread. Then you've got it made. A tongue in the ass-hole. A cock up the rectum. It's what every woman wants."
He thought about that. Thought about a girl named June Daniels. Then he looked back at Roberta's great and beautiful backside.
Her buttocks were almost massive. They were soft and round and fleshy. From her ass-hole protruded tufts of hair.
Larry caressed the flesh of her ass and bent his head to kiss the softness. He nibbled on the buttocks, chewed the cheeks.
Roberta sighed audibly.
"That feels very nice, Larry. Now get your tongue inside."
The tip of his tongue danced up and down the crescent of her behind. He heard her moans and knew what it meant to her. Then he paused, his tongue just above the red puckered hole. He used his fingers to spread her cheeks apart and also widened the aperture. His tongue lightly teased the opening, barely going in, and again Roberta moaned heavily.
He suddenly plunged and she gasped. His tongue jammed in till it couldn't go any further. Then he wiggled his tongue about inside her humid back passage. It sure as hell felt good.
She groaned and rubbed her soft wet cunt against the bed. She was hot as could be.
His tongue played on her nerve ends and she was a quivering mass of molten lava.
He tongued her behind, moving his tongue in and out like a cock, fucking her in the ass with his mouth. He heard her panting and knew she was on fire. There was something to this anal trip. It did do something to a woman. It lit her fire but good.
Then she turned around and her thighs were wide apart once more.
"Blow me," she cried. "Blow me!"
She wanted him to blow out that fire.
His face plunged to her hot cunt, and his tongue was once again in the tunnel of love. He licked at the secreting pinkish walls and she closed her hands over his ears, holding his head between her soft, white thighs and his mouth tight against her open pussy.
He found the clitoris and sucked it and his hands went over her body to her soft tits and he rolled her nipples between his fingers. He sucked her pussy and laved her clitoris with his tongue. He ate voraciously, loving the leakage that came from her woman flesh.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she cried. "O-h-h-h-h. That's so good. O-h-h-h-h-h. Suck my pussy good. Suck it good. Oh, I love it. I love it."
A shrill cry broke from her suddenly parched lips and her climax rocked her. Her tits flopped on her chest as she moved violently. She made the bed bounce, filled the room with the sounds of a woman in pleasure. It took her a long time to slow down, and when she finally did she lay heaving and panting for air on the bed.
"M-a-a-a-a-arvelous," she finally said.
Roberta Owens was finally satisfied. At long last she didn't need any more.
She watched Larry dress and wondered if she had the strength to make love to June tonight, the way she had planned to. She felt drained, completely pooped out. Larry was too much for her. He was young and virile and did whatever was asked of him.
He was better than Don Hardy.
"You're amazing," she said.
"Thanks," he replied, buttoning the last button of his blue bell hop uniform. "That's what I'm here for, to please and serve the guests."
Naked, she got out of bed, went to get her purse on the top of a chest of drawers. She gave him a twenty dollar bill.
"You deserve a nice tip," she told him.
"Thank you," he offered again.
She patted his backside as he strolled out the door. He pocketed the bill and continued on his way. He was just wondering if he hadn't done too well, if he hadn't blown what he save up for Wallace Baker that night.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Don and Larry were having dinner that evening in the dining room. They sat opposite each other at the long table in the section set aside for employees.
"You've been scoring one after another," Don said, without malice. "Just pocket the tips and don't gamble with the other employees or you'll end up with nothing, you hear?"
"I don't gamble," Larry said.
"That's good," said Don. He sliced away at a pork chop. "You're new and a novelty. When the novelty wears off you can't expect to be in such demand. So get what you can. Give them the little extras. It'll help get you a bigger tip."
Larry drank some soda. "What little extras?" he asked the older bell boy.
"You know. Compliments. 'Gosh, you're sweet Miss Jones. You have such soft skin, Miss Green.' Compliments. And don't be in too much of a hurry to get away. Linger awhile. Keep touching them even after you shoot your load. Make them think you're enjoying the bit too."
"But I do enjoy it," Larry said. He wasn't bullshitting either.
"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean. Especially with a piece like that Wallace Baker. But some of them others, pure pig shit. Still, there's money in it, and since there's nothing else around here, you might as well. Sometimes, though, with them older women, I feel like I'm screwing my own mother."
"Don't know," said Larry. "Don't remember mine."
His mind shifted to an image of Aunt Martha, and he knew what Don meant.
Larry felt sometimes that it was Aunt Martha's big floppy tits he was playing with, Aunt Martha's big white ass he was burrowing inside of. He saw Sally McGarrity walk into the dining room. She looked cool in a sleeveless blue dress.
"She's lovely, isn't she?" he said, refilling his glass with tea.
Don swiped at his plate with a piece of bread.
"You mean Sally? Yeah, she sure is. But you'll be wasting your time if you made a try for her. Others have tried and failed. I guess you'll have to grow a set of tits if you want to make out with her."
"She doesn't seem the type."
"No way of telling," Don said. "Say, are you interested in Sally? You can make a try. What the hell do you have to lose?"
"Oh, no, I'm not interested," Larry said.
He knew what would happen if he went after her. She went for women, and even if he got her alone, he knew it would be a dismal failure.
A woman like that just couldn't get it on with a guy. And if he tried, and failed, it might get around and he would be damned embarrassed. No, he would shy away from Sally. He would stick to the matronly type like Wallace Baker and the other guests at The Cornhole. He was safe with them, that was for sure.
Their bodies, whether slim or fat, excited him. It was the idea that they were rich and married, past girlhood, about the age of his Aunt Martha. He was screwing Martha when he screwed them, and as a matter-of-fact, that turned him on.
"A rather tasty dish," Don mused, his eyes on the thrust of Sally's pert breasts. "She looks swell in a bikini."
There was chocolate cake for desert.
"There's Midge McCoy," Don said. "She must have heard there's new stuff at The Cornhole. Look how she's giving you the eye."
Larry craned his neck and saw a solidly built woman in the doorway, staring at him. She was about forty with blonde hair. She had solid breasts that strained at the material of her sun dress. The shadowed valley between her tits could be seen from where they sat.
"Who is she?" Larry asked.
"Industrialist's wife. A good tipper. Her husband visits her on weekends. He's got a mistress and she knows it. But she's well fixed so she doesn't complain. She screws with the bell boys like the others. I don't think that her husband does anything while he's here. After he leaves she seems to be hotter than ever. I'll bet she wishes he never showed up. But I guess he has to make it look good."
"She's kind of pretty."
"She usually pals around with Katherine Hobbs, the laundry and dry cleaning fortune. Sometimes they both go after the same bell boy. It can be fun."
Midge winked at Larry and then disappeared. He looked long and hard after her.
"I guess you're next on her list." Don said.
"Well that's life."
"She's just going to have to wait. I have a date tonight with Wallace Baker. It'll be an all-night affair, I'm pretty sure."
"Those all-night things can be ruinous on the health," Don said. "Remember this. You're not made of iron. Too much ass-fucking can kill a man."
"Guess that's what made Betty pick me for this job in the first place," said Larry.
"Don't wear it out."
"I recuperate fast," Larry said.
Dinner over, they left the dining room. Larry went to his room where he changed into slacks and a short sleeve shirt. He went outside where the moon was a giant coin in the sky. Solid gold. It lit the landscape like a noonday sun. He took a walk and ran into Sally McGarrity.
"How did it go with Wallace?" Sally asked.
She was wearing a low-cut cotton dress which showed off a third of her large, smooth breasts. Her cleavage was deep and shadowed.
It was hard for Larry to believe that she was a lesbian.
"It went okay," he said.
"Think you'll like it here?" she mocked. "I think so."
"Not very talkative, are you?"
"I'm the quiet type," Larry told her.
Sally laughed. She winked and walked on, leaving behind the scent of her perfume.
Larry felt a strange desire to go after her. However, he had business to attend to. As he watched Sally swish away in the moonlight, he felt the tug of his penis on his pants. He would be strong enough to get it up for Mrs. Baker and give her a good time, he was sure of that now. Just so long as she didn't make too heavy a demand on his limited resources.
Wallace Baker welcomed Larry with a hard, wet kiss full on his lips. She was wearing shortie pajamas. She pressed herself against him and wiggled and his cock perked up still more. She reached down to squeeze the bulge in his pants.
"Want a drink?" she asked, breaking away.
"No," he said. "Don't want to put a damper on things, you know."
Her fingers flew and soon he was standing in his shorts. Her hand ran over his chest and pinched his nipples.
"I like the way you feel," she said in her sultry voice.
She got down on her knees and slowly drew down his shorts. She saw the pubic hair and then the emerging manhood. His shorts went down about his ankles and he stepped out of them.
Wallace remained on her knees. She toyed with his hard cock and cupped his hanging balls. She squeezed the testicles gently and then her head moved closer to his mid-section and her tongue flicked out.
Lightly, gently, her tongue caressed the knob of his prick. A light flick just to let him know that a woman's wet tongue had given him an intimate caress.
She held his cock at the thick base and then she tongued him more vigorously. She squeezed the cock and his piss hole opened. She tried to force the tip of her tongue into the opening and it hurt him. She drew her teeth over the head and he shivered. She took in the whole length of his cock and started to suck him hard.
Her head moved and his cock appeared and disappeared in her warm wet mouth.
The suctioning of his prick was driving him crazy. A ball of flame grew in his gut. He groaned and moved slowly, his hands on her shoulders.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned.
He licked his lips as she sucked his aching prick. His balls were producing more semen for him to squirt. He could feel the urge to come mounting within him. Her mouth was doing that to him. There was a tension building within him that only a discharge in her mouth down her throat, could put to rest.
She squeezed his balls as she sucked harder and harder on his pulsating dick. There was a pagan lust in her slim body. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his hot fluid. She wanted to feel the warm goo reach her belly.
Larry howled as her teeth surrounded his cock and sank deeply. He moved faster and faster and then it happened. Despite himself, exercising as much control as possible, he shot his load. A sudden explosion. His legs turned to rubber.
His insides melted. He shot the fiery load into her hot mouth and Wallace swallowed every drop. She swallowed it down and kept sucking his prick till he was drained, empty and drained.
She patted his naked ass and got to her feet. She licked her lips.
"How did you like that."
"Okay," he admitted.
Yet, he was afraid now that he didn't have enough left to ass-fuck her the way she wanted.
She had no way of knowing that not long before he had fired yet another load of cream into a woman named Roberta Owens. Wallace Baker must have thought that she owned Larry's cock. A hundred dollars was a lot of bread to him right about then, but hardly enough to buy his penis outright.
Wallace took off her pajamas and they lay down together on the bed. He handled her tits and the nipples blossomed into turgid hardness.
"I wish I could take you away with me, Larry," she said. "You're what every woman should have. You're young, strong, virile, handsome. You can suck and you can fuck. I dig that combination."
"I'm just your average bell boy," he said, laughing a little as he said it.
She flopped over.
"Come on, Larry. Oo my ass-hole. First lick it out good to make sure that it's clean enough for your pretty cock. I promise I won't crap while you're sucking it."
He looked up at her.
"Promise you won't lay a stink bomb?"
She burst out laughing.
"Oh, Larry," she said. "You're the funniest stud I've ever run into."
He started at the space between her sharp shoulder blades. He licked his way down her spine to the rise of her jutting ass. He kissed her cheeks and then ran his tongue up and down the crescent of her ass. He dug his tongue into her back passage and she moaned and rubbed her pussy against the bed.
Ass-licking was what turned her on.
He pistoned his tongue in and out of her ass-hole as she whimpered and moaned. Her body writhed on the bed. He jammed his tongue in deep in the humid tight ass-hole.
A thousand delights surfed over her body. She gasped every time his tongue plunged in deep. She squirmed and writhed and her pussy leaked from the passion that permeated her slender body.
She couldn't take it anymore. She gasped and she climaxed. Then she flopped over.
"My pussy. Eat it. Suck it."
He was on target. His mouth devoured her swollen love flesh. He ran his tongue across the surface of her oval-shaped cunt. He licked and teased at the hair-lined rubbery lips. He went in deep, swished his tongue around, driving her insane.
He found the clitoris and sucked it while she twisted her body and moaned like crazy. She tugged at his hair and arched her back.
"Like that. That's the spot. The little man in the boat. Suck him. Yes. Oh, yes," she groaned and climaxed and her cream wet his lips and tongue.
She rested and then she fondled his cock. She pumped him and before long he had a hard-on. She went to get a tube of ointment from her night table and gave it to him. Then she flopped over.
Larry rubbed the ointment on his cock and then squeezed the tube and put ointment on his fingers. He put the tube away and rubbed the ointment over the crack of her ass. He shoved in a finger and the back passage was soon well lubricated.
"Very nice," she moaned, feeling his finger inside her ass-hole. "Now give me the real thing."
Larry was hot again, able to do it.
Fiddling with her anus had aroused his passion to a fever pitch.
He mounted her, his knees on either side of her thighs. He spread her cheeks and his cock ran up and down her cleft and then jammed into her ass-hole.
The stuffing of her anus turned her on.
"Yes. like that."
She got to her knees and the penetration was even deeper.
He played with her tits as he pumped in and out of her ass. Then his hand went down to her pussy. He found her clit, frigged it madly.
"Marvelous," she groaned. She came and came again, blasting off time and time again.
"Now give it to me hard," she commanded. "Fuck me good. Fuck my ass!"
His body worked like a machine gone wild. In and out of her ass his cock went.
"Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" she moaned.
Larry groaned and his body worked its magic. He skewered her with his long, bean-pole. He knew the value now of having a dick shaped like his. It was like a greased broomstick, long and slender, able to plumb the depths of a deep hole.
He felt his passion building to an orgasmic peak, just as he heard the woman cry out in ecstasy.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" she screamed. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm c-o-o-o-o-o-ming!" He was too.
He flooded her hot ass-hole with his come juice. It was the third time that day he'd shot off a load. Still, he was able to pump shot after shot of hot juice up her sweet ass-hole.
Finally he kissed her back and rolled off her, his cock wet with come, greasy with the ointment. They were both sated.
"That was great," she said. "It's going to be a hell of a night."
"You can really turn a guy on," Larry said.
"There's something I want to do, Larry. Some of the fellows don't like it. But I want to do it."
She told him what she wanted to do. Larry was puzzled.
"Okay by me," he shrugged.
"Get on the floor," she said, then stood over him, her pussy over his belly. Then she pissed.
He looked up at her and saw the look of dominating pleasure in her eyes. She loved it. He didn't give a shit.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day, Roberta Owens lay naked on her belly in her room. Her rounded ass looked tempting to June Daniels. June was also nude. She was kneeling by Roberta's side and her hands ran over the naked back and buttocks.
"Nice and soft," June said.
The flesh was soft. Soft and warm. She raised her right hand and started spanking Roberta.
Whack! Whack!
June's palm hit Roberta's behind with full force. The buttocks quivered like jelly.
"You're hurting me," Roberta complained.
But June kept on spanking, unmindful of Roberta's objections. Her arm raised and lowered and her palm kept meeting the naked flesh.
She suddenly pried apart Roberta's fleshy buttocks and exposed the red puckered ass-hole. She bent her head and she licked at the humid opening, knowing this is what guests at The Cornhole wanted.
Roberta gasped and wriggled her hips.
June's tongue plundered the anus, and the heavy woman moaned as she felt the thick wet intrusion. She rubbed her cunt against the bed.
"Oh, that feels so good. Oh, that feels marvelous. Oh, yes. Lick it good. Get that wonderful tongue all the way in. Yes, like that. Oh, that feels so good."
June sucked at the hole and her hand found the wet opening of Roberta's pussy between her heavy thighs. Her fingers delved inside and Roberta's moanings were heavier. Fingers searched the soft walls of the love tunnel and Roberta creamed lightly as passion rode her wildly. She rubbed her cunt against the bed, feeling the friction against her rubbery clitoris. Groans escaped from her open mouth.
This was so good. She loved this bit. Certainly better than the spanking June had just administered.
A tongue in her back passage and exploring fingers in her wet cunt. It was too much for Roberta. like a banshee she cried out and climaxed. June felt the cream of passion soaking her fingers. Her tongue gave one final plunge in the heavy woman's ass-hole and then she withdrew tongue and fingers.
Roberta turned around and her soft tits flopped.
"That was terrific," she said.
June handled the soft breasts. She thumbed the nipples delicately.
"Open your thighs wide," she said.
Roberta spread her thighs.
June mounted Roberta, her pussy against Roberta's cunt. Then she started moving her body the way a man would.
"Play with my titties," June said. "Play with them."
Roberta put her hands on June's breasts and toyed with the full rounded tits. She tweaked the nipples and they were hard like garnets. The friction was getting to her. The friction of June's pussy rubbing against her own. She moaned and moved with June.
Passion pangs shot up and down June's spine as she moved smoothly against the body of her female lover. Her belly mashed against Roberta's. She put her hands on Roberta's soft tits and her fingers sank into the warm smooth flesh. She felt the large nipples nestling against her palms as she squeezed the flesh pillows.
Her cunt was hot and throbbing as it rubbed against the open blossom of Roberta's magenta flesh. Cunt against pussy. Pussy against cunt.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," June moaned.
Her body was wild and pagan, moving crazily, feeling every throbbing emotion. She had to get release. She just had to. She bent her head and started kissing Roberta's breasts. She bit around the nipples and then the nipples themselves. She kept moving her cunt against the open gash between Roberta's massive white thighs. There was a hunger for release. She bit a nipple and Roberta cried out in pain. That cry seemed to trigger something in June and she groaned and came.
Her cunt opened and closed, opened and closed, and hot cream poured forth. June took a deep breath and rolled away from Roberta's soft white body.
"No wonder Sally refused to let go of you," Roberta said in wonder. "That's the greatest sex I've ever had."
June laughed.
"I don't belong to anyone."
"It's warm in here. I wish we could go for a swim in the buff."
"Want to go to the lake?"
"It's an idea."
"We can go in the nude." Roberta had second thoughts. "What if we're seen?" June laughed.
"So what? You think you'd be the first guest at The Cornhole to go swimming in the nude up at the lake?"
"No, I guess not."
"There's plenty that goes on there at night. In the daytime too, sometimes. I've heard what goes on at the lake."
"Really?"
"Sure," said June. "You go for a swim in the nude. Then you lay on the grass and talk. Then you start playing around and one thing leads to another. It's a tradition at The Cornhole."
"Tell me, how is Sally in bed?"
"Are you interested in her?" June laughed.
Roberta shrugged her shoulders and her bountiful breasts bounced merrily.
"Just curious."
"Well, she's just fine in bed. She taught me everything. And I do mean everything."
"I guess I can't order her to bed like one of the bell boys," Roberta said.
"No, you can't."
"I'm satisfied with you," Roberta said, putting a hand on June's white breasts. She fondled the globes.
"Want to go for that swim?"
"No," Roberta said huskily, feeling June's hardening nipples. "I'd rather stay here and make love to you."
"Suit yourself," June grinned, lying back.
She was pleased with her new-found success as a lesbian hustler. Yet, she still could not get a boy named Larry out of her mind.
Neither could a couple of paying guests at the resort.
Katherine Hobbs agreed with Midge McCoy when she saw Larry with a tray of drinks at pool side.
"He if: good-looking. Handsome. We should take him on sometime, the two of us."
Kathy was a blonde woman forty-four or forty-five with a slim figure and good legs. Her breasts were rounded and fairly large. She had on a swim suit and was lounging about in a deck chair. There were crows' feet at the corners of her eyes and other minor signs which gave away her age. Otherwise she could have passed for thirty.
Also in a deck chair was Midge McCoy, a solidly built woman with equally blonde-or equally bleached-hair. She had on a two-piece suit and her breasts overflowed the upper part of the suit.
"Want to take him on tonight?" she asked her friend over her drink. "Why not?"
She gestured to Larry as he walked past with an empty tray, her now empty glass in her hand.
"Yes ma'am?" Larry said.
"I'll have something long and cool," Midge said. She turned to Kathy. "How about you?"
"Sure," Kathy said, her eyes on Larry's youthful, but manly, body. She liked the way his uniform clung to his body, especially at the crotch. She knew that it was done deliberately. "Maybe a martini."
"And a refill on mine," laughed Midge.
"Very good," said Larry.
He turned and walked off with his tray.
"He's nice, isn't he?" Midge said.
"I'll say. Let's play some strip poker with him this evening."
"That's an idea," Midge said, delighted with the notion her friend had come up with.
"I hope he does everything," Kathy said.
"They all do. You know that. This is The Cornhole, not Disneyland."
"I wouldn't mind his tongue up my you-know-where."
"You think I'm a prude?" Midge said. "You can say it. Asshole. Asshole. Don't act prudish with me."
"Don't be silly."
"I can't wait," Midge said. She could see Larry in the tap-room through the huge windows that separated the pool area from the main building. "Think we ought to get him to bed right now? "
"What's the rush?"
"My pussy is burning me. I mean it. When I want it I get a burning feeling there."
"Wait for tonight," Kathy advised. Larry returned with the drinks. "Are you free tonight?" Midge asked boldly. "Yes," Larry said.
"Can you come to my room tonight?"
"If you wish," said Larry.
"Yes, I do wish," Midge said, taking her drink from Larry's tray. "Kathy will be there too. This is Katherine Hobbs, Larry. It'll be a very stimulating evening ... and night. Be there about nine."
"Did you do a lot of masturbating when you were a kid?" Midge wanted to know. She sipped her drink.
"Some. But not as much as you, I'll bet."
"Don't be bitchy."
Katherine Hobbs laughed.
Meanwhile, Larry had gone inside.
"I see you're all set with Midge and Kathy," Don said to him.
They were in the dining room, taking a breather. They were sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes.
"I saw them talking to you," he added.
"Midge did all the talking," Larry said. "I'm going to her room tonight."
"After they get through with you," Don said, "you'll need a week to rest up."
"Are they good at tips?"
"Terrific."
"It'll be worth it. Besides, I already told you. I enjoy it."
Don put out his cigarette.
"I'm working my own deal right now with one of the guests. Something special. A three-way. Her, me and you."
"Me?"
"Why not?"
"Who is she?"
"She's been here a week. Her name is Babs Kunkel. She has gray hair but don't let that bother you. Her skin is smooth and white. She wants something different. I told her she could have something different if I brought another boy along. She's thinking about it but I'm sure I can swing it. It's strictly a money thing. I ain't doin' it for love. We'll split a century note between us."
"What's that?"
"A hundred bucks. Inflation has hit the price of cock along with everything else."
"Sounds good," said Larry. "A hundred dollars. That's a lot of money for something like that."
"She's loaded. Listen, are you in or out."
"I never was part of an orgy before," Larry said.
"I wouldn't exactly call it an orgy," Don said. "There's only three of us. Maybe a dozen would make it an orgy. Besides, what's wrong with an orgy?"
"Nothing, I guess."
Don finished his coffee.
"Well, what do you say?"
"Let me think about it."
"Fifty bucks in your pocket," Dan said. "That ain't nothin' to sneer at."
"I guess it's okay. But when."
"I don't know yet."
"Not tonight," Larry said. "I've got a thing going with Midge and Kathy, remember?"
"Don't worry. It won't be tonight. I'm still working on her. She is weakening though, I can tell you."
"Okay. You just let me know."
"Will do," Don winked. "And lots of luck with Kathy and Midge."
Larry got up and left the table. He headed up the stairs and found his way to the room number Midge had given him. A short wait after his knock brought him into the privacy of Midge McCoy's hotel room.
CHAPTER TEN
Larry was surprised to see a card table in the center of the room. There were three bridge chairs, and a deck on the table.
"We're going to play poker," Midge McCoy said. She laughed at the expression on Larry's face. "Strip poker. If I lose all my clothes first, then Kathy has first crack at you. If she loses all her clothes first, then I get you first, understand?"
"Uh-huh. Do I play too?"
Kathy sidled up to him and slapped his behind playfully.
"Of course. It'll make it more interesting."
She was wearing a blouse and slacks. Her perfume was heady and invaded Larry's nostrils.
Midge had on a green skirt and a white cotton blouse. "Shall we start?" she asked eagerly.
"Watches, rings and bracelets don't count," Kathy said. "No jewelry. Have you got that?"
Larry nodded his head.
"The lowest hand strips," Midge said. "You can't draw more than three cards. That also goes for the dealer."
Larry had on cord slacks and a sky-blue, short sleeved sport shirt. He sat down on one of the chairs.
Midge and Kathy sat down.
Kathy stripped the deck of cards of its cellophane covering and spread the deck after shuffling it.
"High card deals first," she announced.
Larry was high with a ten.
He scooped up the cards and shuffled them. He dealt out cards to Midge, Kathy and himself. He studied his cards, looked at Midge who was to his left.
"How many?" he asked.
"I'll take two," Midge said.
Kathy asked for three cards. Larry took two.
Larry went for a flush, missed it. He ended up with queen high. Kathy had jack high. She had the lowest hand. She removed a shoe.
"What we need is some burlesque music," Midge said.
Kathy lost her second shoe. She was lowest at the next round and removed a stocking. "Getting worried?" Midge teased. "Not yet," Kathy said.
Then Midge had a streak of bad luck. She lost her second shoe, both stockings and her blouse.
She sat in her bra and her breasts overflowed.
Cathy dealt out the cards and Larry tried to fill an inside straight and failed. He removed his second shoe. Larry lost the next hand and took off a sock.
Midge lost and she got up and took off her green cotton skirt. All she had on was a bra and panties. Her plump figure was white. The deep navel in her rounded soft belly could be seen above the elastic top of her panties. She sat down again.
Larry lost the next hand and took off his remaining sock. He lost again and removed his shirt.
He hadn't put on a T-shirt and his chest was bare.
Larry came up with a full house the next hand. It was Kathy who had the lowest hand with a pair of fours. She took off her remaining stocking.
Kathy dealt out the cards and Larry got the lowest hand, a pair of sixes. He stood up and removed his slacks.
Now all Larry had on was a pair of green shorts. He sat down again and he shuffled the cards. He groaned when he ended up with a pair of sevens. But it was Kathy who had the lowest hand with a pair of fours. Kathy took off her blouse.
Kathy lost again and she took off her slacks. Now she was clad in bra and panties. The same as Midge.
Larry was beginning to feel excited. Soon he would be on the bed with one of them and his blood was pounding. His cock started to harden. The cards flew across the table.
Kathy took two cards. Midge asked for three. Larry stood pat.
It was Kathy who came up with the lowest hand. Calmly, she removed her bra.
Larry licked his lips when he saw the firmness of her amazing breasts. The nipples were brown, large and erect.
The cards flew again across the table. Larry had two pair, jacks and sevens. Kathy had a pair of aces. Midge ended up with a pair of tens.
Midge took off her bra and she was pleased the way Larry stared at her naked breasts. She had a full bosom, white, pillow-like mounds, and they sloped gently and the fronts were covered by extremely large crimson nipples.
Larry lost the next hand. Awkwardly, he stood up and tugged down his shorts. It was evident that he was terribly excited. His young cock was standing upright, the head an angry purple. His balls swung as he whipped the shorts off one leg and flung them aside.
Kathy whistled.
"Oh, I want you baby."
Larry sat down again.
Larry stayed out of the next hand. It was between Kathy and Midge. It was the final hand. Both were nude except for panties.
Midge shuffled the cards, gave Kathy five, took five for herself.
"I'll take two," Kathy said, discarding two cards.
Midge took three.
"What have you got?"
"Three aces."
"Hot damn!" Midge threw down her cards furiously. "And I have three queens."
She got up and removed her panties. She ran her fingers through the thick bush of her pussy. "But what good is it? I have to wait till you're finished with him. You'd better not wear him out. I need it bad."
Kathy laughed and stood up. "The burning pussy?" She drew down her panties, revealing her flat belly and shallow navel. Her bush was close-cropped as if she had recently shaved the love mound.
"You wouldn't wait till I have him first, would you?" Midge asked anxiously.
"Not a chance," Kathy grinned at Larry. "Get ' on that bed honey. I won first crack at you and I'm rarin' to go."
Larry walked eagerly to bed and lay back as Kathy joined him.
Sullenly, Midge sat on a chair and watched.
"Is ... is she going to watch?" Larry gasped.
"Sure. Why not?" Kathy rubbed his hairless chest and his flat breasts. She pinched his nipples. "It's more fun that way. Now start acting like a man."
They kissed and Larry ran his hands over her sweet body. He caressed her titties and rolled her diamond-hard nipples between his fingers. Her moans were heavy and she lay back and spread her thighs.
Larry ran his hand up the inside of one smooth thigh and soon was cupping her damp woman flesh. He bent his head and kissed the softness of her right breast. He captured the nipple between her lips and the tip of his tongue pressed against the hardened summit. Her movements became frantic, her body jerking wildly.
His fingers delved into the flesh pit and she cried out. He felt the throbbing at the symbol of her womanhood. His fingers ran in and out of the padded pink flesh. Cream covered his fingers. He bit her nipple gently as he pistoned his fingers in and out of her cunt tunnel. Her body movements were wild, pagan.
"Get down on me," she urged.
His mouth left her breast area and he nibbled his way down her body to the flat belly where his tongue delved into the navel. He teased her that way for awhile and then he was at the juncture of her smooth thighs.
His tongue found the cleft, the inner lips, the moist flesh. He ventured in and she let out a gasp.
"Suck my pussy," she cried.
He sucked in the clitoris and she groaned. Her body moved fluidly like a machine as his lips sucked at her cunt.
Midge was terribly excited. While one hand played with her heavy breasts, the other went down to her cunt. She went inside with strong, steel-like fingers and she groaned as she masturbated.
"Oh, lick it, lick it," Kathy moaned.
His tongue ran over the surface of her oval-shaped cunt and she quivered in delight.
"Go back to that spot again," she commanded.
He knew what she meant. Again he sucked in the spongy clitoris. He sucked the juices from the red flesh.
A thousand licks of hot flames seared her tossing body. She whimpered once when he bit her cunt but she didn't mind it too much. She tugged at his hair and mashed her cunt against his mouth.
"I'm coming," she groaned.
Midge saw the contorted expression on Kathy's face and knew her friend was driving over the pit of passion. She heard the choked sob escape from Midge's lips and saw the trembling body shudder in completion.
Her own fingers were twirling about in her love canal. She moaned as her juices flowed onto her fingers and her climax was torrid.
Larry lay alongside Kathy, his stiff cock standing up like a flagpole.
"Whew," Kathy sighed. "Terrific. I knew you'd be okay."
"My turn," Midge called out.
"Not so fast," Kathy said. "I want to take care of him first. I have to show my appreciation."
"Oh, balls," Midge wailed. "You'll wear him out."
"Don't be stupid," Kathy said. "We've got all night." She sat up and ran her hand down Larry's body to his upstanding prick. She pumped him and he moaned.
Kathy bent her head and kissed his hairless chest. She licked at his nipples and sucked them hard. Then she went south.
She tantalized his navel with light fleeting touches and then she was hovering over his tower of strength. Her breath was hot on his cock. Her tongue raced over the head and then the ridge and he groaned.
She scraped the length of his cock with her teeth and he shoved his cock deep into her mouth, almost down her throat. She bit him and sucked his prick. Then she raised her head.
"Oh, don't stop," he pleaded.
"Here's a present for you," she said, putting her hand to her mouth. She handed something to Larry. He was horrified to find it was a set of false teeth.
Before he could say anything, Kathy was back at his cock, sucking it. It felt different now. Unusual.
There was no hardness caused by her teeth. It was as if his prick was going in and out of a wet cunt. It was divine. He had never felt anything like it before. He clutched at her false teeth, not minding the pain because they were digging into his palm.
He could feel nothing except the exquisite pleasure caused by the wetness, softness, of her driving mouth. He cried out and his body shook and a stream of sperm gushed down her throat. Kathy drank every drop till he was drained.
She sat up and gave him a gummy smile.
"Did you like that?" she asked, stroking his thighs.
"Very much."
She took the set of teeth from his hand and placed it back in her mouth.
"Some of my boyfriends are shocked when I take them out. But their shock turns to pleasure when I start sucking their pricks without my teeth. No man ever complained before when I give them that kind of blow job."
Midge was on her feet and walking to the bed, her titties bouncing gently.
"You probably wore him out," she wailed.
"Always complaining," Kathy said as she got off the bed and sat on one of the chairs. "So what if he can't get it up right away?" she said. "He's got a mouth, hasn't he?"
"Yeah," Kathy said, laying her belly down. "And I want that tongue in every part of me ... including my ass-hole."
Larry rubbed Midge's soft back. His hands caressed her ass and she sighed. He ran a finger up and down the crescent of her behind. Then his head ducked and he was kissing the cheeks of her ass. His tongue finally caressed the cleft and she moaned heavily. He spread her cheeks to expose the red puckered ass-hole. His tongue caressed the opening, then plunged in.
He felt her humid flesh cling to his slippery, thick tongue. He managed to wiggle it about in the tight sheath and she groaned and gasped. He loved her thut way for quite awhile.
Finally, wanting his mouth on her cunt, she flopped over and spread her plump thighs wide.
"Now blow me," she said.
He licked at the inner thighs where the skin was tender. He licked his way to her groin. He smelled the musky odor of female flesh. His tongue caressed the outer lips and she gasped. His tongue dived in very deeply and he pistoned in and out of her pussy.
She moaned and her hands covered his ears.
"Yes, yes," she groaned. "Lick me. Lick my pussy. I want to come in your mouth. Keep doing it. like that. Yes. Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes."
He could taste the light cream from her cunt. He sucked and sucked and her moans filled the room. He sucked crazily at her moist warm flesh. He bit her flesh, devoured her cunt. He loved eating pussy.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Midge cried out and her tits flopped as her body shook to a hard violent climax.
"I'm beat," Larry said, stretching out. "We've just started," Midge pouted. "Let the boy rest," Kathy said. "We have all night."
Midge got out of bed and waddled to the table.
"Want to play some gin rummy?"
"Sure," Kathy said and looked looked to Larry. "Take a nap, honey-pie."
Larry turned on his side and soon fell asleep.
He didn't know how long he slept. He was sure it wasn't too long. It was Kathy who woke him. She woke him in a very novel way.
There was a wetness at his cock. He opened his eyes and knew what she was doing. He knew it was Kathy. The softness of the mouth. She had removed her false teeth. He turned over on his back as her gummy mouth tried to swallow his cock.
He was in the throes of ecstasy. Hot flames withered his body. His insides melted. There was gush and he knew he was coming. His prick jerked and the fluid ran out and Kathy lapped it up, swallowing his elixir. He sighed and wanted to go back to sleep.
But Kathy wouldn't have it.
He licked her ass-hole and then her cunny. He made her come several times with his mouth, before she gave way to Midge.
Midge straddled him. She took the above position. She pumped his prick till it was stiff as a poker. Then she put the head against her pussy opening and sank down on it. His shaft went into the warm, wet well.
She jogged up and down and her breasts flopped.
"I'm fucking you!" she cried. "I'm fucking you. Play with my titties."
He put his hands on her bountiful breasts and toyed with them. He tweaked the enlarged nipples and bounced her tits and sank his fingers into the soft flesh.
He couldn't move with her. He was exhausted. But it was a pleasant feeling, having her cunt move up and down his cock.
She cried out and came. She stayed on top of him and caressed his chest. She toyed with his male nipples.
"I could fuck with you forever," Midge said.
"Right now," he said, "all I want is some sleep."
She bounced up and down, laughed and got off him. She handled his cock and saw and felt how wet it was. She bent her head and licked at his flesh, cleaning him.
They all went to sleep, Larry in the middle. They forgot to put out the lights but nobody seemed to care. They slept soundly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
June Daniels watched with growing jealousy as the guests played and swam in the green water of the pool. It was hot and there was a faint sheen of sweat on the delicate features of her face.
She wiped her brow with the back of her arm. How she wished she could put on a swimsuit and dive into the pool. But she was an employee, not a guest, at The Cornhole.
There was too much for her to do. She had to give a tennis lesson to one of the guests and then go about organizing the dance tonight. She had to put up decorations.
It was noon the day after she made it with Roberta Owens, and the sun was high in the sky. It seemed to be turning all its heat upon her.
She saw one of the male guests, giving her the eye. She ignored him. She knew she looked good in a blouse and white shorts. She had a neat body with pert breasts that attracted men ... and women.
It was damned uncomfortable under the blazing sun. And the pool looked so inviting.
"Miss Daniels?"
She turned and saw Larry approaching her. It was the first time he had addressed her like that. She wondered what he wanted. She didn't feel like fending off more obscene advances from him. She just wasn't in the mood to fight him off again.
"Yes, what is it?" she said, ice in her voice.
"Mrs. Topperman sent me to tell you she won't be able to make her tennis appointment," Larry said. "She has a very bad headache."
"I'll bet," June said sweetly. "Where did you see her?"
"In her room."
"And you're going back to entertain her?"
She knew it was none of her business but she was in a blue mood. She wanted to hit out at someone and Larry was available.
"No, I'm not," he said. "You're right, though," he added. "She was not alone when I saw her. Don was with her."
He put a faint grin on his handsome face. "I guess sex means more to her than tennis," he said. June froze.
"Sex?" she said. "Sex can be something beautiful. But you're talking about plain screwing. Man and woman. Or rather boy and woman. I bet you're having a ball lying down with all the old dames here."
There was uncontrolled anger in her voice.
"Yes, thank you," said Larry coldly. "I'm having a wonderful time. If it's any of your business."
June flushed. She knew she had been out of line.
Larry turned to go.
"Wait," June said quickly. "Don't leave. I . . .I'm sorry. I'm in a horrible mood and I took it out on you."
"That's okay," Larry said, feeling awkward. It had been some time since he had talked to his former fiancee.
"You're funny," June said.
"What do you mean?"
"You haven't made a pass at me," she said. Then added: "Not that I want you to. But every other guy here has tried at least once. You haven't. I suppose you think I don't go for boys anymore."
"I haven't heard anything," Larry lied. "And I don't make passes ... at fellow employees."
"You hesitated. What's the real reason?"
Larry shrugged. Was she trying to get him into a corner?
"Maybe I'm not interested," he added.
"Then you did hear something," she said sharply.
"No, and I don't pay attention to gossip anyway."
"Well, there's no reason that we can't be friends."
She herself didn't understand why she was talking this way. She wasn't friendly with him any more. Why act different all of a sudden?
"Sure. I can always use another friend," he said.
"Think you can get off now?"
"What have you got in mind?" he asked.
"I have a couple of hours to myself now," she said. "I want to go for a swim. I can't here. I was thinking of the lake."
"I guess I can take an hour off," Larry said. "Don can cover for me."
"Want to go with me?"
"Okay."
"Meet me at the car lot in ten minutes.
Okay?"
Larry nodded his head and went to leave a message for Don. Then he went to the car lot and waited for June.
It was funny how he still felt about the girl. Maybe it was because there was no danger with her. Yet, she belonged to a lesbian now. She did seem different though. She was still sweet. He felt comfortable with her.
June arrived in a cotton dress and they got into her car. She made a tight U-turn and drove out of the lot.
"Did you bring trunks?" she asked.
"No, I forgot."
"Well, that's okay. You can go swimming nude if you want. Don't mind me. It won't bother me. But don't get any ideas because of my liberal attitude. It just means that your nakedness won't affect me one way or the other. I won't be thrilled nor horrified."
"What will you be wearing?" he asked.
"I have one of those new string bikinis under my dress."
Larry laughed. "Is that fair? You'll have on a bikini and you expect me to go in naked."
"You don't have to go in at all," June said. "You can sit on the bank and watch me."
"I think that's what I'll do."
There was tall corn on either side of the road. There was a blue haze in the horizon. The sun was to the left of them. There wasn't a cloud in the sky.
It was called Corn Pond because of the corn growing all around. It looked clean and was clean. June parked and they got out.
She opened the trunk of her car and took out a beach blanket. She and Larry spread it over the grass and she took off her dress.
June looked good in a string bikini. Devastating. Her smooth breasts were two-thirds visible. The bikini bottom was actually just a loin cloth. Her navel was decorative and just underneath it a faint line of down started and ran down and disappeared under the loin cloth.
Larry sank down to the blanket.
"You're the one who's funny," he said.
June had been about to dart to the water of the lake. Instead, she joined Larry on the blanket.
"What do you mean?"
Larry looked at her half-naked body and didn't feel lust. He liked her. He was safe with her.
"Obviously you don't like men anymore," he said. "Yet you invite me here because you wanted company. Why me? And then you take off your dress without a blush and you don't seem to care that I could see so much of your skin."
"You always seemed different from the other boys," June said. "I felt safe with you. And there's no reason for me to feel embarrassed at wearing a string bikini in front of you. We're going to be friends, aren't we? No sex between us. Don't make a pass. I won't like it. You won't get anywhere."
"I won't make a pass," Larry promised, grinning and stretching out. "That's one thing you'll never have to worry about anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said."
"It sounds so mysterious to me."
She jumped to her feet and ran to the edge of the lake. She looked back thoughtfully at Larry and then waded in. When the water was breast high she started to swim.
Larry watched her. She was a damn good swimmer.
Finally she came out. She walked to the blanket and knelt down.
"You look awfully hot," she said. "I'll bet you'd like to go for a swim. Why don't you admit it."
"Sure. But I won't go in naked in front of you."
She laughed.
"Are you shy all of a sudden."
"Why should I show everything I got?" he said.
She licked her lower lip. "Would you go in if I took off my bikini?" she asked.
Larry tilted his head.
"Aren't you tempting fate? How can you be that sure about me?"
In answer to his question, June untied the bow of her halter and it fell away. Her breasts were bare. White, round, tipped with coral. Then she got rid of the loin cloth. She was stark naked. The wiry mystery of her girlhood was visible. Through the bush could be seen the shape of her pussy.
Silently, Larry got to his feet and started to undress. He finally stood in front of her, naked.
She saw how stiff his long, slender penis was and knew she had excited him. He turned and went across the grass, down into the water and soon he was swimming in the blue lake.
June lay back and her breasts pointed to the sky. She was full of thoughts. His nakedness hadn't awakened her libido. That was strange. She knew she wasn't queer.
She looked at his body as he came back. It was almost hairless, except for his armpits and pubic area. She saw the tan of his skin. She felt like touching it. She had the feeling she would get excited if she touched him. She also had the feeling she would see him get excited. She felt afraid.
"Tell me something about yourself, Larry," she said.
"Not much to tell," he said. "I'm an average fellow from an average small town. You've known me all your life."
"Would you mind terribly if I asked you some intimate questions?" she asked.
"I wish you wouldn't."
"Do you have something to hide?"
"Doesn't everyone?" he said
"I suppose so." She took a deep breath. "I feel close to you, Larry. It's been a long time since I said that to you. I'm more than just curious. I feel a closeness, a genuine closeness. I have a feeling about you. Something is troubling you, bugging you. I want to help if you'll let me."
He craned his neck and stared at her.
"I don't want any help. You don't ask me questions and I won't ask you."
"Is there something about me that turns you off?"
"Nope."
"You know all about me then," she said. "I'm just not curious."
"Even my mother doesn't know the whole story," she said softly, as if to herself. "The whole story?"
"Yes," she breathed. "You want to know . ... " She stopped, looked at Larry. "You must know about me!" she cried.
Larry was silent.
"I sleep with girls now," June almost cried. "Yes, it's true. I don't want to bed down with men. And yet...."
"And yet what?"
"I'm talking too much."
"That's because you want to talk," Larry pointed out.
"One of the smart ones," she sneered.
"You don't have to be nasty."
"I'm sorry. I want to talk but I won't. It's too awful. If you only knew." She stared at him. "Funny, isn't it? We both have something to conceal."
"You're wrong about me."
"No, I'm not."
"Okay," Larry said. "But it's my problem. I don't want to talk about it."
She suddenly laughed. "You wouldn't strip until I did," she said. "I'll bet if I told you everything, you'd open up too."
"Maybe you're right," he said. "In that case, I don't want to hear it."
But she plunged on, glad to get it off her chest.
"I was fifteen and my father raped me. I keep seeing me in bed and him on top of me and that horrible look of lust on his face. Then I feel him going into me, tearing into my flesh, hurting me, making me bleed. I've dated boys and when they paw me I start seeing him and I freeze up. I need some sex so I get my satisfaction with women now. But ... but ... I love you, Larry."
"I wish you hadn't told me," Larry said.
"You must promise me you won't tell anyone. I'll die of shame. Mother never knew."
He put out his hand and touched her arm. It felt silky-smooth under his fingers.
"I won't tell anyone. And why must you feel shame? Or guilt? Or anything? It wasn't your fault."
"He was my father," she cried out. "But it wasn't your fault."
"He was my father," she cried out. "You were raped. It couldn't be helped." She looked at him.
"Next you'll tell me that what I need is to go to bed with some man and this mental block will disappear."
"I'm not an anlyst," Larry said. "I can't tell you anything." He took his hand away from her sun-kissed arm.
"You desire me, but you wouldn't stoop low to get me," she said. "But you want me. Here I am, naked, and you have a hard-on."
Larry looked up at the sky.
She stared at his profile.
"Are you going to rape me?"
He shook his head. "You'd despise me." He thought about his problem. The yen he had to give it to women in the ass. The first experience he'd had with Aunt Martha.
He said nothing, and they dressed and went to the car. They got in and drove back to the The Cornhole.
He kept thinking, wondering if there was a way to break the spell that held June in check. Was there a way he could break through to her? The thing that kept coming back into his mind was that maybe ... maybe ... he'd learned something in his experiences with Martha and with the women at The Cornhole, something he could use to get through to his beloved June.
It was just a hunch, just a feeling he had.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The days that followed were a monotony of sex for Larry. Systematically, he made it with every woman guest and employee at The Corn-hole except June and Sally McGarrity.
"That Kathy Hobbs has been asking for you," Don told Larry one day in the dining room.
"Thanks. Where is she?"
"I saw her leave the swimming pool area and head for the tap-room. Probably there now, swigging down a beer."
"Okay, Don. And thanks again."
Larry went into the tap-room and saw Kathy Hobbs, in a robe over her swim suit, sitting in a booth, drinking an orange blossom. He walked over to her.
"Did you want to see me, Mrs. Hobbs?" he asked.
"Sit down, Larry."
He sat down. He knew it wasn't against the rules to sit down with the guests when asked to do so. But he couldn't order a drink, even if the guest insisted.
"That first night was memorable," Kathy said.
Her robe was loose and he saw the front of her bathing suit and the line of cleavage over the top of the bosom part.
"It's an experience I'll never forget," he admitted.
Especially the way she had Frenched him after taking out her false teeth.
"I was thinking we should get together again," she said. "Just you and me. Without Midge McCoy."
"She might not like it."
"Her husband will be here tonight," Kathy said. "So don't worry about what she'll say. Besides, who cares? Okay for tonight?"
"I already have a date," he said, thinking about June. He was going to see her tonight. He knew it wouldn't work out but he had promised to try.
"Can't you break it?"
"I'll see," Larry said. "But I doubt it."
"I won't make a date with anyone tonight," she said. "In case you can make it."
"If you need it bad," Larry said, "I suggest you talk to Don."
Stubbornly, she shook her head.
"It's you I want. When I'm sated with you I'll go back to the others."
"I'll try to make it."
He felt her knee rub his under the table. He didn't think June was going to shake her hang-up. Still, he was determined to try to help her, try to patch things up between them.
"Keep your door unlocked," he told Kathy Hobbs.
"I will, baby."
He left the tap-room and bumped into Don.
"I was talking to Babs Kunkel. I told you about her," he said to Larry.
"Don't tell me," Larry said. "Let me guess. She wants the three-way for tonight."
"No, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. I've a feeling tomorrow night is the night. But who knows, she might give a yell. It all depends on when the decision hits her. She's upped the dough. A hundred for each of us. Inflation."
"She's a disgrace to her "WIN" button," Larry laughed, "but so much the better for us."
"How are you standing up?"
"I'll be an old man before long," Larry said. "I need a rest from all this screwing."
"Why don't you relax tonight?" Don suggested. "Or did you make a date with Kathy Hobbs?"
"Tentative."
"We can go to the dance tonight if we want," Don said.
"Not me. I'll stay in my room and rest. For awhile anyway."
"See you at dinner." Don walked away.
There was a new arrival that evening and Larry brought up her luggage. She was a stout woman near fifty with a round sweaty face and gray hair.
"You're new here, aren't you?" she asked. She sat on the bed and it sagged.
"Practically new. You've been here before?"
"Yes," the woman said. Her name was Arleta Troy. "I usually come up for weekends."
Larry started out.
"Just a second." Her dress was above her knees and her thighs were bulging like round mounds of dough. "Get my purse for me, will you?"
Her purse was on top of a chest of drawers. Larry brought it to her. She opened it and extracted two quarters and tipped him. There was a sheen of sweat across her large nose. Her eyes were beady and flesh-embedded.
"Can you come see me this evening?"
Her voice was oily. She looked him up and down and pointedly stared at his crotch where his pants were too tight.
"You should've arrived earlier," Larry said. "I'll be busy tonight and tomorrow night."
"That's too bad," she said, licking her lips. Her hand went out and pressed against the front of his pants. "There's always the afternoons." She squeezed the head of his penis and then let go. "What's your name?"
"Larry."
"All right, Larry. Is there a boy named Don still around?"
"Yes. He's in the pool area."
"Tell him to come and see me."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And Larry."
"Yes ma'am?"
"I'll see you sometime tomorrow," she leered.
It occurred to Larry as he went down to the lobby that he might quit the next day. He ran into Don and told him he was wanted by the new guest.
"Good old Fat-to," was all Don said. Then the other bell boy took off on shaky legs.
After dinner Larry found June on her way to her room. She asked him to go with her. He watched as she undressed calmly, without embarrassment, and then took a shower. He dried her back and she dressed. She put on a strapless black bra, black see-through panties, and a black off-the-shoulder frock. It was cut deep and the shadowed valley of her smooth breasts could be seen.
"For the dance," she explained. "Are you going?"
"No. I'm not in the mood."
"I won't stay long. Don't forget. We have a date."
"I won't forget."
They left the room and separated outside. At the evening dance, June ran into Sally McGarrity.
"The sandwiches are wilting," she complained to Sally. "They look soggy."
"Nobody is eating anyway."
There was a five piece band. There was a new girl singer in a tight-fitting dress.
"As long as everybody is having a good time," June said.
"That's right."
Sally was looking at the singer. She was a redhead and her name was Doris.
"Are you paying attention to me?" June asked.
"Of course."
"You seem to be riveted to that singer."
"She looks familiar," Sally said. "I think I know her."
"An old school chum, no doubt," June chided, "from the football squad."
"Could be," laughed Sally.
"Well, I don't care. Isn't that funny. I just don't care."
Sally made a face.
"Don't start a scene here."
"Oh, I won't start a scene. Why should I? I have to mingle with the guests now, make sure everybody is having a tremendous time, Sally?"
"Don't know yet," Sally grinned.
June moved away.
Later on, Doris was taking a breather in an alcove behind the curtain, when Sally approached her. There was a look of delight on Doris's face.
"I knew it was you," she said.
Doris had flaming red hair. She was twenty with a heart-shaped face and red lips that were full and wet. She had a large bosom.
"It's been six months at least," Sally said.
"Yes. Bermuda. That hotel. You were there for a weekend."
"We did have fun, didn't we?"
"Uh-huh," Doris said. "What are you doing here?"
"I work here. I'm a social director."
"Oh? But it was a Betty Tyler who hired the band."
"She's the owner."
"There are hardly any men guests," Doris pointed out.
"We cater to middle-aged woman. They just love our bell hops. Know what I mean?"
"I get it," Doris said and remembered the weekend with Sally in Bermuda. "I'll bet you have fun too."
"Young girls are hard to find here."
Doris took a deep breath.
"Too bad I'm working."
"You'll be through in two hours," Sally said.
"The boys will start wondering if I take off."
"Nonsense. They'll be occupied."
Doris shook her head and grinned.
"Like you said. Hardly any young stuff here. The boys in the band like 'em young."
"Young broads don't tip," Sally said. "You pass the word along. They'll be interested. I'll even line up the women for them and guarantee good tips. Of course they'll have to do everything. And I mean everything. Especially eating and fucking ass-holes."
"I'll talk to them if you want."
"You do that."
"I have a number coming up." Doris started to move away.
Sally caught her arm. She quickly kissed Doris on the lips and squeezed one breast through the dress.
Doris gasped. "You act like you're starved."
"I just remembered how good you were in Bermuda."
Doris giggled. "We did have a fine time, didn't we?"
"Yeah," Sally breathed. She was very excited. Doris was awash with perfume. "I'll see you later."
Doris ducked behind the curtain and got up on the dais and started to sing, but her mind was on Sally ... and Sally's bedroom.
"It's a nice room," Doris said later that evening, as she bounced on Sally's bed.
Sally got a bottle of whiskey and two glasses and poured. She put in ice cubes and gave Doris a glass.
"Thanks."
Doris sipped and the ice cubes brushed against her tiny white teeth.
"What have you been doing since you last saw me?" Sally wanted to know. She sat on the bed.
"Singing. I hooked up with this band about three months ago. Salary is okay."
"I'm not talking about your work," Sally said, "I meant your sex life. Any dames?"
"I'm not talking about it."
"Any boys?"
Doris laughed. "There are always boys."
"The boys in the band."
"Uh-huh."
"Are they any good?"
"One of them is. The rest are fumbling idiots. They wave their sticks around, proud of the sizes, not knowing the size doesn't mean a thing when you don't know what to do with it. In and out and then bam. I don't even know why I bother."
"Why do you?"
Doris swallowed some whiskey. "It's something to do."
"You need help," Sally said seriously. She finished her drink and put the empty glass away.
Doris gave her glass to Sally.
"I don't want anymore."
Sally swallowed Doris's drink. The glass joined the other one. Sally started to undress Doris. She stripped her naked. Then she gazed with appreciation at Doris's lovely white naked body. The tips of the large smooth breasts were coral-colored. The mounds were white as snow in contrast. The hillocks were smooth and sloped down the expanse of white belly and indented navel. The lovepatch was redder than the hair on Doris's head. The thighs were smooth. They were a woman's thighs. Doris, at twenty, had a mature woman's body. Soft, white, smooth, nicely rounded.
"Like what you see?" Doris asked.
"You know I do," Said Sally. She toyed with Doris's mature white breasts and soon the nipples blossomed into erectness. She bent her head and kissed the titties a few times, sucked hard at each nipple till Doris was gasping. Then she straightened up and undressed.
Naked, Sally joined Doris on the bed. She fondled the breasts and stroked the nipples. She licked at the valley between the mounds. She ran her hand down the soft belly to the juncture of the smooth sleek thighs. She cupped the moist female flesh as her lips nibbled down to where she was cupping her playmate.
"Feels so nice," Doris was moaning. "Oh, I like that. Touching me there and kissing my body. I can't wait . ... "
Sally was licking at the inner thighs where the skin was moist and sensitive. She cupped the buttocks and her mouth adventured over the oval-shaped cunt. Her tongue dove into the flesh pit and Doris moaned. She touched the sensitive tunnel walls with her searching, probing tongue and a hundred delights seared Doris's brain.
"Suck it, suck it," Doris moaned. "Yes. like that. Lick me good. Suck it. Suck it good. I want your tongue all over it. Yes. Oh, that's good. Marvelous. The clitoris. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."
Sally took in the fleshy beak. She drew in the sensitive flesh and sucked on the tender red meat.
"Oh my," Doris groaned. "Yes. O-h-h-h-h-h. Suck it. I want to come in your mouth. O-h-h-h-h."
Sally's fingers pressed against the resilient flesh of Doris's rounded buttocks. She ate wolfishly at Doris's leaking cunt. She was eating young pussy and she was in seventh heaven.
Doris whimpered and sighed. Then she cried out and her body lashed back and forth on the bed. She creamed and Sally tasted the love juices. She kissed the pouting cunt a few times and sat up.
"I think you've gotten better," Doris said.
"You rest up a bit. Then you do me."
"Uh-huh."
Doris stretched and her rounded breasts were raised and the hard nipples pointed to the off-white ceiling.
"You're better than any boy," she said.
"Did any of them suck your cunt?" Sally asked.
"Uh-huh. They all do that. But they're not experts at it. You can give them lessons." Sally laughed.
"I'll be hanged if I give any boy lessons on making love."
"Were you ever with a man."
"Don't ask so many questions."
"I'm sorry."
"Men are too tough to take," Sally said. "They hurt. And they like to hurt. They love it when you whimper. It drives them insane. They have an unconscious desire to hurt women. It inflames them. They plow harder and harder when they think they're hurting you."
"You're absolutely right. If they hurt you, and you beg them to stop, they keep on going and they seem to go wild. It's as if you trigger something in them when you let them know they're hurting you. The dirty beasts."
"I'll sour you on men," Sally laughed. "And I don't want to do that. Someday you'll fall in love, get married, and have a mess of kids. Society won't consider you normal otherwise."
"To hell with society."
Doris sat up and pushed Sally flat on her back. She played with Sally's large smooth breasts. Her young fingers molded the flesh, thumbed the nipples. She bent her head and kissed Sally's breasts and then she licked at the nipples.
"M-m-m-m-m-m," she moaned. It was pleasant. Sally felt a stirring in her loins. "M-m-m-m-m-m. mice. Stay at my titties a long time."
Doris used her mouth on Sally's tits for a long time, kissing the hillocks, sucking the nipples. She tried to swallow a nipple and Sally groaned. Then Sally pushed at her head and the redhead went south. "Yes," Sally moaned. "Suck my cunt."
Doris licked around the deep navel and then dug her tongue into the belly button. She licked at the line of down that started underneath the navel to the edge of the patch. She wondered over the crisp hairs and touched the protruding parrot's beak. She slipped her tongue inside the cleft and Sally gasped.
"O-h-h-h-h-h." Sally writhed on the bed as Doris explored the inside of her wet hot pussy with her young firm tongue.
Doris sucked in the fleshy heat of the clitoris and her fingers flew over Sally's body and found the firm breasts. She tweaked the nipples as she ate Sally's cunt. She rolled the nipples between forefingers and thumbs. She bit gently around the nubbin of hard flesh.
"Oh-h-h-h-h." Sally rolled and twisted on the bed. Hot flashes touched her sensitized flesh. She groaned and whimpered. She gasped and moaned. Cries of joy escaped from her throat.
Doris sucked and sucked on the love button. She dug her fingers into Sally's smooth tits. She rolled the mounds of flesh around on Sally's chest as she licked furiously at the clitoris.
Hot pokers trailed over Sally's writhing body. Pokers that didn't torture but sent electric shocks through her squirming white body. Her thighs trembled. Moans, loud and clear, escaped from her palpitating throat.
Doris ate and ate at the moist flesh that leaked passion fluids. She heard the sighs and groans and moans and was pleased at the way she was pleasing Sally.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," Sally moaned as she arched her body. "I'm going to come," she wailed. She cried out and her love blossom flowed with the elixir of come juices.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm c-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ming!"
Then she fell back in a daze.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"It's all set," Don told Larry later that day. They were walking along the flagstone path behind the parking lot.
"You mean Babs Kunkel?"
"Yeah tonight. I'll pick you up and we'll go together. A three-way gang fuck."
"Sounds good."
"Don't take on any more guests or you'll be knocked out when we get to her room."
"How can I turn down a guest?" Larry asked. "Kathy Hobbs won't like it."
"Just tell 'em you can't function because you just left a guest. They won't press you." Don took a long draw on his cigarette. "I always use that excuse when I get a date that pays more."
"Hope I'm up for this one," said Larry.
"You'd better be," Don laughed, " 'cause
Babs won't like it if all you can do is watch." Don pointed a finger. "There's Babs now."
Larry looked. He saw a tall woman in a swimsuit walk across the cement deck of the pool area. She had white hair, milk-white skin, good legs and jutting breasts. She was about forty-five but her body was kept firm and trim by massage parlors, beauty salons and health resorts. She was wearing a polka-dot swimsuit.
"She looks good," Larry said.
"Very tempting. I can eat her up," Don laughed, "and I probably will, by golly."
"Would you do that ... in front of me?"
"Sure. It's gonna be a circus. Don't act like a square or you'll spoil the whole deal."
"Don't worry about me," Larry said.
"I noticed you acting very friendly with June Daniels," Don said. "You must be a genius. She gives every guy here the cold shoulder and you come along and she melts like snow in summer."
"Nothing romantic about it," Larry said. "We just talk. I knew her back in town anyway."
"But how did you get her to melt all that icy reserve?"
"It's my natural charm," Larry said.
"I'll bet."
"We have lots of things on common," Larry said, pouring it on. "We're both sophisticated, we both like good books, good poetry, the theatre. Shall I go on?"
"What bullshit!" Don said.
"That's the one thing we don't indulge in," Larry said arily. "Whatever we talk about has a purpose."
"Come off it."
Larry laughed. "Don't be jealous. I haven't laid her. I don't think I ever will."
"You never can tell."
Larry dropped the butt and heeled it against the soft earth.
"June is a nice kid. I like her. She-likes me. That's all there is to it. I wish there could be more but...." He shrugged his shoulders.
The sun was starting to sink and the day was starting to die. There was the smell of iris and roses and the noise of birds and crickets.
"We'd better get back on duty," Don said.
"We work too hard," Larry complained. He saw the astonished look on Don't face. "I mean it. I know what you're thinking. All we do is fuck and suck. Well, that could be work, too. It's part of our duties and after awhile it could get to be an ordeal, especially when you have to drive yourself to satisfy the guest. And we carry luggage, drinks, run errands . ... "
"Stop it," Don said. "If someone heard you they might think you're trying to unionize the hustlers."
"That's not such a bad idea."
"You're nuts."
"Well, I'm not a troublemaker. Besides, I like Betty. She's okay in my book."
"I'm sure she'll appreciate that."
They went back to their duties.
It was night now, and the scent of night-blooming flowers invaded The Cornhole The moon splashed silver over the premises. Branches of trees were silhouettes against the night sky.
Don found Lany and they made their way to Babs Kunkel's room.
She was in green lounging pajamas when she !et them in. She smiled nervously at them. She had never been with two boys at the same time. Or two men.
She found a bottle of booze and glasses.
Don went into the bathroom and used the tap water to mix with the booze.
"Here's how," he said.
Babs sat in an easy chair and stretched out her long legs. She studied Larry with keen eyes. She had heard from other women that Larry was terrific in bed.
"Shall we get down to business?" Don said.
"You boys undress first," Babs said, sipping her booze and water, "I want to see you both naked. If I approve, then I'll let you undress me and carry me to bed."
"I guess we really have our work cut out for us," Don laughed, and started to undress.
Larry followed suit. Soon they were both naked.
Larry's lean, hard body took her breath away.
"Okay," she said. "Now strip me naked and take me to bed."
Larry and Don approached her and started working on buttons. Don took off the jacket and Larry pulled down the pants.
"I can lift her myself," Larry grunted, and carried her to bed where he gently deposited her.
Larry was surprised at the sight of her tits. They were rounded, firm, with little brown nipples. He touched them and the skin was satin-like. His fingers firmed the nipples and they blossomed into impudent buds. He bent his head and his lips nibbled on the milky promontories. He licked at the brown, crispy buds and she moaned.
Meanwhile, Don was kissing her firm belly. He tongued the area around her shallow, decorative navel. The tip of his tongue tantalized the pit and she sighed. Her thighs moved apart. Don moved his lips to her inner thighs where the skin was extra moist and tender. He nibbled and he smelled the musky odor of her sex mixed with perfume. His tongue moved expertly to the oval-shaped vagina and swept over the hairy surface. His tongue wormed into the fleshy gash, creating hell with her nerve ends.
She moaned and gasped. Don was at her cunt and Larry was at her hard nipples. Each was using his tongue on her body. The combination was terrific. Each boy was exploring, stroking, using his tongue with vigor.
Don's tongue found Babs' love knob and made it erect.
She shuddered with delight.
His tongue moved expertly over the spongy woman's flesh while she gasped and whimpered.
Larry was nibbling on her diamond-hard nipples. He sucked each bud, moved his teeth against the tip, scraped the crispy flesh.
Babs started to rotate her hips. She felt Larry's teeth against her nipples and the pain was delightful. She felt Don's mouth on her hot, wet chalice and it was terrific.
She groaned and her body writhed frantically on the bed. Juices flowed and she cried out, "Don't stop till I come. I'll kill you both if you stop. Keep sucking me, sucking me...." She groaned loudly and her body arched. "O-h-h-h-h-h." She exploded, then fell back with a deep sigh.
Larry let go her nipples and Don kissed her sweet-sour pussy a few times and grinned at her.
"That was really something," she said.
"Just the start," Don said, "I-told you, you'd love it, didn't I?"
"Yeah. I believed you. I hesitated because it's kind of new to me. Two boys at the same time, working me over. Boy! I should have asked for this a long time ago."
"You can always make up for lost time," Don said.
"What now?" Larry asked.
Babs shrugged. "If you fellas want to poke me...."
Don gripped his cock.
"It's hard as steel. But pump it first."
Babs rubbed his balls and then pumped his prick like she was milking it. When he groaned that he was ready to burst, she let go and he climbed aboard.
His rock hardness pressed against her wet gash. He slithered inside her and she sighed. She felt him poking around and she started moving her hips. The flesh invasion had turned her on again.
Her thighs wrapped around his waist and she moved with him, keeping pace as he plowed into her. She was caught up in a blaze of fire. Her tits bobbed gently as she moved with him. Her nipples were still hard, pouting brown tips. She felt his balls banging against the crack of her ass. The sensation was terrific.
As Don moved in and out of her pussy, Larry got his head between them and started sucking her nipples.
Don used long, easy strokes as he moved in and out of the wet haven of her body. The warmth, the friction was making him groan. The tempo increased as he moved more rapidly.
She climaxed with a shrill cry.
Larry took his mouth away from her tits and Don moved quickly, wanting to come into her cunt. He thrust deeply, to the hilt, his cock long and hard and throbbing.
"Slap my ass," Don told Larry, "hurry."
Larry moved to Don's rear and started slapping Don on his rear end. It was the first time he had ever touched a boy. He kept slapping Don as the blonde boy kept fucking Babs.
To help Don, Babs raked his chest with her nails, from nipple to nipple. She took one nipple and twisted it.
Don howled and his cock quivered and hot lead spurted out and he kept pumping till he was empty.
Don withdrew his dripping prick from her cunt. He grinned at Larry.
"There she is, waiting for you."
Larry looked at the exposed cunt. He saw sperm leaking out, saw the fluid on the thick lips.
"Let her take a douche first."
"Don't be childish," Don said, "I greased the way for you. You mean you never took a girl after some fella balled her, and left sperm in her pussy?"
Larry shook his head no.
"Always a first time for everything," Don said.
"Come on, honey," Babs urged Larry. "I have a hot pussy waiting for you."
Don put his hand on Larry's cock.
"See how hard it is? He wants to fuck you."
Larry slapped at Don't hand.
"Stop that," he scowled.
Don laughed.
"Never been with a boy either, I'll bet. Come on, Larry. You'll spoil the fun."
Almost reluctantly, Larry positioned himself between Babs' stretched thighs. She took his cock and guided it to the opening. It fell in easily. Larry felt the shootings from Don surrounding his cock. He started moving his prick in and out of Babs' love hole. He soon forgot that Don's hot sperm was on his flesh. He moved in quick hard jabs. It felt good. He was very hot from all the previous action and he wanted to come very badly. His balls banged away at her ass-hole as he fucked her cunt. He put his hands on her round, firm tits and squeezed them as he plunged into her.
The new invasion got to Babs. She was highly sexed and it was easy to get her turned on again. There was a frantic tossing of her head ,as she moved with Larry and her white hair whipped against the white pillow as she fucked with him, slamming her pelvis against him.
Don moved behind Larry and started fondling the boy's ass.
"This will help," he said.
Larry wanted to protest but his body seemed to welcome the extra attention so he went on fucking Babs without missing a movement. He fondled her tits and felt the nipples jab against his palms.
Don moved a finger up and down the crack of Larry's ass. He finally stopped, hesitated, and wormed his finger into the anus.
Larry felt the stuffing and he winced because there was pain. Then the pain went away and he felt a nice feeling of come from the in and out movements of Don's finger. He leaned his head down and started kissing Babs' breasts. He was sucking on the nipple when he felt the explosion coming. He bit the nipple as he filled her cunt hole with his hot, white sperm. He kept pumping till he soaked her cunt with everything he had and then he withdrew.
"That was the best screwing I ever got," Babs sighed. "Do it again. Do it again, Larry."
"Got to get it up again," said Larry.
"I'll help," said Don.
"Don't touch me," Larry said to him.
"It'll be easier if I get you a little excited first," Don said. "You know, I'll feel your breasts some."
"No."
"Suit yourself."
"Can't get it up?" Babs asked Larry anxiously.
Larry didn't reply.
Don's hand found Larry's cock despite the protests of his friend. He fondled it expertly.
"He's getting a hard-on," Babs said excitedly.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h." Larry was moaning now, as Don fondled his cock.
Don was a master at this kind of love. And while he was building up Larry's passion, his own desires were lit. His own cock was hard and throbbing. He knew what he had to do after he had finished satisfying Larry.
Larry dug his fingers into Don's shoulders as he felt the suction at his throbbing prick. He felt Don's hand creep underneath and start kneading the flesh of his ass. He moaned loudly.
Larry's passion was at its highest peak. He groaned and his body twisted and turned. There was a huge ball of red hot fire growing in his belly. He whimpered when Don bit his cock around the base, but he didn't care. It was a delightful sort of pain. He felt Don's tongue punishing him and Don's teeth biting him and Don's fingers pressing against his buttocks. It was too much.
He climbed and soared and he went over the edge of the passion pit. He cried out like a girl and his cock spilled out its hot contents. He gasped and panted as his prick jerked crazily in Don's hungry mouth.
Don gulped down the male seed, gulped down every drop, till Larry was drained.
"That was really something," Babs said.
Don turned Larry on his side and stretched out behind him. Then Don moved to Larry and Larry realized what Don was doing. He felt pressure against his ass-hole and he protested.
Don sank deeper into Larry's ass.
Don was cornholing him!
Larry was getting his ass fucked!
He started to struggle and Don rolled him over on his belly. His hand rested on Larry neck and there was pressure.
"It'll hurt worse if you struggle. Now let me fuck you this way. I mean to have my way. I'm going to use you and you can't stop me."
Larry knew his struggling was in vain. He forced himself to relax as Don pounded away, driving his cock deep into his ass-hole.
Babs watched the scene, fascinated.
Don Hardy was raping Larry in the ass, and she was taking it all in.
"It hurts?" groaned Larry, but he felt the thrill of it at the same time. He knew he dug it.
"Relax," Don said. "Relax. It'll be over soon."
He pumped away, his cock assaulting Larry, ripping at virgin flesh. He felt the swelling in his cock and he groaned. The tight ass-hole clung to his driving cock. He bit the side of Larry's neck as he spurted out the hot liquid from his cock.
Don took a deep breath. Then he rolled away from Larry's bruised body.
Larry got off the bed and ran into the bathroom to wash his behind. He came back, his face red.
"You bastard," he stormed at Don. "That was a dirty trick."
Don just closed his eyes and sighed. "Couldn't help it, Larry. Seeing your naked ass and the way it moved while you were fucking Babs was too much for me."
"I'm leaving now," said Larry.
Don shrugged. "Okay, act like a big baby."
Larry realized Don was right. He fell back on the bed. Before long, the other two had joined him, turned out the lights and drifted off to sleep.
In the dark, Larry's mind turned to June. Could it be? Could it be that this was the answer?
He had learned something in the three-way, something important. It had opened him up. It would open June up. That was it, the solution to her hang-up.
He smiled in the dark as sleep overcame him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was three days after Larry woke up in bed with Don and Babs Kunkel. He'd been going about his duties at The Cornhole with a twinkle in his eye and a snap in his step. He had told Don what he had in mind, and the two of them had been biding their time till the right moment happened along.
The moment came early one evening. June had gone off alone after dinner, just to clear her head and get ready for the evening dance. Don and Larry were of one mind, and they snuck off in opposite directions. After making sure that no one had seen them, they converged at a spot on the path June had taken.
Corn grew high on both sides, and all they had to do was wait till she returned in their direction.
Larry had been saving himself carefully for two days, making it with the older women, but not shooting off in their cunts. He was primed, ready for the moment.
"Larry! Don! Are you two in the habit of taking lonely walks together?"
June had met them on her return walk.
"Only when we're out to rape some chick," said Don.
June offered a weak smile.
"We mean it," put in Larry. "You said it yourself. Raping you it the only way to bring you out of your trap. You got pushed in by a rape, and only a rape can pull you out."
"Larry!"
He went on. "I've learned a lot during the weeks we've been here at The Cornhole and one of the things I've learned is that sex is therapy. It works on all the old broads, doesn't it? Look at them. They all look ten, fifteen years younger than they are. Getting fucked does it."
"And getting fucked in the ass-hole," said Don.
June just shook her head in wonderment.
"It's the truth," added Larry. "I found that out with Don and that Babs Kunkel woman. You have to get forced by someone else to go through a psychic obstacle. You have your hang-up, and you've proved you can't get over it yourself. I'm going to help you or die in the process."
Suddenly, Don and Larry sprang at June, each grabbing her by an arm. The pulled her off the path into the corn, threw her to the ground, began stripping off her clothes.
"You can't be serious!" she said, fear widening her eyes.
"I've never been more serious about anything in my life," Larry said.
He had already torn off her blouse, and now he was working at her bra. It was a lacy white affair, tight, with half-cups that pushed up her plump breasts, made then bulge over the top.
"Stop!" she yelled.
But it was to no avail. Both Don and Larry went on stripping her. Don had already pulled her skirt off, and now he was pulling down her half-slip. It was half way over her hips.
She began screaming, filling the cool evening air with her shrieks.
"It's no use," said Larry. "We're too far from help. No one can possibly hear you."
June stopped screaming and fell to sobbing. Gradually, she gave up her useless struggling.
Don had pulled off her skirt and slip and was unhitching her garters. He rolled down her nylons, took off the garter belt, and began slipping June out of her lace panties.
Larry had unhooked the bra in the back and was now pulling it off.
"Wow!" Don said, as her boobs rolled free.
He had never seen June's knockers before.
"Now you can see why I dig her so much," said Larry, winking broadly.
June was beside herself, not knowing if she wanted to be angry at Larry or frightened about the rape. She was just in a state of confusion.
"Don't do it," was all she could offer. "P-please don't do it. Don't!"
"You're no virgin and you know it," said Larry. 'I'm going to snap you back to your senses."
Don had pulled June's panties off now, and she was completely naked.
"You first," said Larry. "You do her in the cunt."
Don didn't need a second invitation. He was quickly lying over the prone girl, and as Larry pulled one leg aside, he yanked the other and spread the lips of June's cunt. He poked his cock-already hard as a stick-out through the fly of his pants. Then he shoved it into June's Pussy.
"Wow!" he said. "Jam up and jelly tight."
Larry could see that June was excited despite herself. She was oozing creamy fluid, lubricating her cunt for Don. Don's ass was humping up in the air as he shoved his cock into her cunt again and again.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," Don moaned in pleasure.
June kept her lip bit tightly shut, but she was obviously getting her thrill. It was with a sense of enjoyment that Larry read the pleasure in her face.
After Don humped for a time, Larry spoke up.
"Pull her to a standing position," he said, "so I can get behind like you did when I was with Babs."
Don quickly pulled the girl up. She offered no resistance. He was standing now, and he bent at the knees so June could place her feet on the ground and still keep her legs spread wide. Don was still cock-deep in the girl's cunt, and he was moving his ass rhythmically to keep the friction going.
Larry came around behind June, unzipped his fly and let out his long, slender cock, hard and straight as a flagpole.
He took a small jar of vaseline out of his pocket, undid the top and took out a gob of the stuff. Dropping the jar, he greased the end of his rod, worked the head between the cheeks of June's ass and felt the pressure against her tight ass-hole.
"Relax," he commanded. "Make you ass-hole pucker like you're taking a crap. That way it won't hurt. I'm just going to shove it in no matter what you do."
Almost involuntarily, June relaxed her sphincter muscle and Larry shoved his cock up her ass.
Then the two of them, Don and Larry, double-fucked June for all they were worth. As she stood between them, splay legged and weak to the point of collapse, they humped away, fore and aft, pounding her with a joint rhythm.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned, giving release to the sounds of pleasure that had built within her. "O-h-h-h-h-h-h."
The sound spurred Larry on, and he shoved his cock in and out of her ass-hole faster and faster. Don took his rhythm from Larry, and he whacked her cunt with his stiff bone as fast as Larry whacked her ass-hole.
They went on like that for minutes more, till June started to scream in ecstasy.
"OH! I think I'm going to come. OH! I think I'm finally going to come. I'm finally going to do it. I'm going to come."
Larry was about to shoot his load himself, and when he felt the spasms of orgasm in the girl, he let it all go. He shot off in the ecstasy of a man who had saved himself for days.
Don was coming too.
The three of them humped away madly, each coming for all he or she was worth. Don shot off in June's cunt, while Larry shot off in her ass-hole.
June was beside herself, and a heavy sweat broke out all over her body.
"O-h-h-h-h, she moaned. "I've never been so happy in all my life. You did it Larry. You did it."
He knew what she meant, and his head fell to her shoulder in relief. He was spent now, and the come was oozing out of the girl's rectum.
The three of them unplugged, and June fell to the ground. Larry came around in front of her, lay beside her. They embraced, and she kissed him fervently. Then they lay like that in each other's arms.
"Wow!" said Don. "A couple of lovebirds."
Larry smiled. He had taken a big chance and it had paid off. He had risked everything with June and he had won. He had raped her, raped her in the ass, and now she was his woman.
Suddenly, he began to laugh crazily, his voice filling the still evening air. Then the girlish laugh of June Daniels mingled with his, and they held each other more tightly than before.
Don Hardy watched them. Finally, he just shrugged and walked off. There were broads at the dance, and he had work to do.
