Room Service
by Paula Cash


CHAPTER ONE 

Something told Scott Colby, bellboy of the Hotel GUARDIAN, NOT to go into 
Mr. Adams' room because some kind of sex might be going on. His instinct in 
sensing erotic activity of the hotel guests was unerringly accurate. 
Sometimes it was also embarrassing; he had not yet developed the discreet 
sense of the professional hotel man. 

On the other hand, Mr. Adams was in great danger. His wife had just checked 
into another room of the hotel and was looking for him. She knew he was in 
the hotel, she knew he was NOT alone and she had come to catch him in his 
infidelity. Mr. Adams tipped all the bellmen well against the disaster that 
had now befallen him. Each new man received a twenty dollar bill the first 
time he took up Adams' luggage. There would be another twenty for the lucky 
bellhop who served as an early-warning system. Scott Colby WANTED that 
twenty. 

Scott knocked on Adams' door and waited. There was no answer. But the young 
man felt that slight swelling in his scrotum that said Adams was in his room 
and up to no good, no good for his marriage anyway. 

Two floors below and ten rooms up the hallway Mrs. Adams waited. Scott had 
caught the front to take her to her room, and she had made it explicitly 
clear what she wanted from Scott. The name Adams had used and the room 
number. There was a five dollar tip. Scott had assured her that if her 
husband was in the hotel he could run him down--that bought time. Scott 
figured he could stall the woman about twenty minutes at the most, before 
she started calling the dumb room clerks who, in typical GUARDIAN courtesy, 
would tip her off. Room clerks for some reason always tried to please guests 
without thinking things through. 

There was no use to call Adams; he always took his phone off the hook when 
he checked in with his girl friend. 

Scott fumbled nervously with the passkey. It was hung from a big, brass ring 
so that the help wouldn't carelessly stick it in a pocket. He would have to 
go in, no matter WHAT Mr. Adams and Charlotte what's-her-name did, because 
they might go on doing it for a half hour or more. Both were well-known to 
all the bellmen in this wing of the hotel; they'd been here countless times 
and were almost like live-in guests. "Regulars" was the word. Regulars to be 
protected against the hostile, outside world. 

He slid into the room, leaving the door behind him ajar. He was in a small 
living room alcove. The garden rooms all had a partition so you couldn't see 
the bed from the entrance. He gulped. The sounds from the other side of the 
partition confirmed his very worst fears. Something heavy was going on. 

What he should do was stand here where he couldn't see the bed and call out. 
Loudly. 

But Scott wanted a peek. Just a little one, mind you. In all of his 
twenty-two years he'd only had sex twice and with not attractive girls 
either. Charlotte What's-her-name had a fantastic body. It would be fabulous 
to catch just a peek. Then he could retreat and call out as if he'd seen 
nothing. He eased forward, feet silent on the rug, cautiously peering around 
the partition, his pulse jumping in his throat. 

"Oh, God, you're fucking me. Oh, God, I'm fuuuuucked!" wailed Charlotte 
suddenly in a loud voice that made Scott jump. 

"Baby, take it. TAKE MY COCK," Adams crooned. 

Scott was treated to a sight he would remember forever--two beautiful people 
locked in the heat of passion. Charlotte had her legs extended as if she did 
an exercise, too tense to curl them around her lover's back or rest them. 
They were exquisite legs, from dainty feet to slim ankles, to graceful 
calves to well-shaped thighs. Utterly naked of course. And those beautiful 
legs vibrating from the sex. 

What really froze Scott was the way they went at it and the high degree of 
exposure of the woman's body. He could see Adams' ass squeezing as he 
plunged his prick into Charlotte, but his eyes quickly swept over that. He 
saw Charlotte's flat girlish belly pressed against that of the older man. 

Adams held her by the hips and her torso was bent back as if the swift 
working of the cock made her arch her spine in extreme pleasure. 

There was the soft, naked rib cage and then those gorgeous breasts of the 
young woman, fully exposed and jiggling from erotic pressures. How many 
times had Scott hungered to see what she "had" under her blouse or shirt. 
Well, there it was and it was glorious. Large, rounded and well-shaped 
breasts with the nipples, big, red, locked in passion. A sweep of creamy, 
nude flesh, a graceful throat thrown back, the lovely hair in glossy 
disarray, eyes closed, forehead beaded with passion sweat. The rictus of her 
sensual mouth, as she was being fucked, thrilled Scott. It worked as if the 
woman were mortally wounded with exquisite pleasure. The pink tongue curled 
and quivered. 

To Scott Charlotte was one of the great beauties of the city. He had envied 
Adams a thousand times. He had had dreams about Charlotte, and a couple of 
them had been wet dreams. Dressed and normal, he thought her a queen. Naked 
and caught in the throes of passion, he thought her a goddess. Scott's cock 
came up in his pants so quickly that it hurt some before he could ease the 
pressure. 

Just a minute more--it was the finest sight he'd ever seen in his life. 
Adams was wild to lay it into his young conquest. He held her by the hips, 
drilling her fiercely and it seemed to Scott that it was his own loins that 
drove into the woman. It melted his insides until they turned into a 
churning, hot core to see two adult humans fucking with such wild passion. 
Their bodies gleamed with a slight sweat as every convulsive movement spoke 
of their pleasure. It was wild to see a male lay it into a female, holding 
her body and driving his prick into her. Scott actually saw the point of 
contact, a bit of cock and cunt in action, and he felt a sex rush down to 
his toes. The sounds added to the luscious sight, animal groans and grunts 
that raised the hair on the back of his neck. 

"Ah, uh, oh, digging--deeper--ah. ohhhh." 

"Wow, I love your p-prick. Looooove it!" 

Scott actually felt faint from this first full vision of raw sex. It was 
nothing at all like those quick shots in the movies where there was a faint 
air of embarrassment. Scott picked up their wildness. He had a crazy desire 
to pull out his prick and jazz himself as he watched the sexed-up couple. 
Yet he knew he wouldn't. Back in high school Scott had looked at the world 
and decided that too much sex was behind most people's troubles. 
Masturbation was okay but it led to high, hot desires which led to full sex, 
which led either to early marriage or to the dissipation of serious career 
effort. He could not afford to indulge in the girl chases and problems his 
male friends went through. 

It had paid off for him handsomely. He was now engaged to the daughter of 
the hotel's general manager. His mother had a steady job in the hotel gift 
shop. It was Spring--in six months he'd go to the University to take his 
pre-med course. For the past four years the living had been precarious for 
his mother and himself--now the future was bright. All this was because he 
did not waste time and energy trying to plant his pickle in some girl for 
kicks. Not even his fiancee. 

He turned and started for the door. He had to get out of here. There was a 
wildness rising in him that threatened to tear his mind from its moorings. 
The sight of those two bodies reveling in abandoned sex was just too much... 

The door which he'd left ajar came open. A hotel maid walked in. It was 
their time of day to turn back the beds. The blood drained from his face 
when he saw who it was. Oliva--the one maid in the entire wing who was 
everybody's sex object. A luscious beauty. Some of the maids were ugly, some 
not bad. Oliva was superb. She was a Spanish girl, married to a tough Irish 
bartender, Tom Riley. Tom was intensely jealous of his wife's beauty. Most 
of the bellhops, clerks, housemen, waitresses and bartenders turned on to 
Oliva but were afraid of Tom. Oliva had the creamy complexion, the dark 
eyes, the rich black hair that made some Chicano women among the most 
beautiful in the world. Her figure was terrific. She had been propositioned 
by every male on the staff--except Scott. 

Oliva wore a short, shiny black dress with a maid's apron. Walton, the 
manager, insisted on this formal costume for all the housemaids. It made 
most of them fade into the background. Not Oliva--with that creamy skin and 
Latin beauty, the lush figure, she looked like a million dollars. 

She brushed past Scott without looking at him. She had learned not to look 
men in the face, because she always saw sex hunger. Eyes downcast demurely, 
she headed for the partition to turn down the bed. A paralyzed Scott could 
not stop her. How embarrassing for the poor, shy young woman to walk in on 
this! 

Scott saw her face turn white, then red as she saw and heard the wild fuck 
action of the plunging couple. 

"Oh, baby. I'm screwing your belly off--" panted Adams. 

"Your prick... kills me--kills me," whined Charlotte. 

Oliva watched for long seconds, as frozen as Scott was. Scott watched her in 
distress. It was all his fault for playing peeping Tom instead of getting 
right to business and warning the couple when he came into the room. Oliva 
turned at last, eyes bright, face flushed with embarrassment and tried to 
escape from the room. She ran right into Scott's arms as he zigged when he 
should've zagged. 

Their bodies met--the shy, frightened maid and the chaste young man who had 
never so much as winked at her. They folded into each other's arms. Scott's 
hard-on pressed cruelly on the maid's silken belly. 

Scott couldn't let go of Oliva. The sights he'd seen, the sounds he still 
heard, had spun him out of his mind. He clung to Oliva, pressing his cock to 
her belly. Delicious sexual pleasure filled his loins. The maid's belly 
began to move against his cock. 

He couldn't believe it. She didn't scream, or jump away or flee. She gave a 
low, soft groan and undulated against his cock. 

There was a reason why the lovely Oliva was transfixed. That morning she'd 
had failed sex with her husband, Tom. Failed for her. He got it off--left 
her dangling deeply aroused. Like most shy and modest persons she had a sex 
volcano inside of her. All day long she'd felt the heat in her loins. Then 
she came into this room--saw the couple on the bed twined in wild abandon 
and exceeded her flashpoint. As soon as she stumbled into Scott's arms she 
was lost. She had to act or her sexual tensions would drive her into 
hysterics. Scott could help. He was the one nice boy on the whole staff who 
did not chase or embarrass her. 

She shivered in his arms, reached down and released his cock from his pants. 
Next she took his hand and pressed it behind her back and down under her 
dress to touch her cunt. Her panties were already soaked. Scott did what 
came naturally and frigged her swollen cunt with his fingers, gasping. His 
freed prick rubbed lusciously up and down on the satin softness of her dress 
and her warm belly. 

They clung together wordlessly, each afraid to speak in their own sudden 
lust, thrilling to sexual ecstasy in this mutual masturbation, each making 
fuck motions, he with his cock on the outside of her belly, she on his 
fingers. The sounds from the other room drove them wildly. 

It was impossible for Oliva to mouth Scott's organ, take his mouth on hers 
or go to full-fledged sex. That was against her morals, her Church, her 
training. Nor did it occur to the inexperienced Scott to push the girl to 
the floor and penetrate her. Inhibited people take the smallest steps 
necessary, and so they indulged in mutual masturbation. 

In the other room the thrashing reached its peak: "Oh, God, I'm 
COMIIIIIING!" cried Charlotte. 

"Baby, I--losing it. AHHH!" echoed Adams. 

Scott and Oliva didn't have to witness the climax to respond to it. The 
words plus their own actions were enough. They had masturbated for golden 
minutes. They were both highly charged; Scott was up because he was almost 
always up, with the inhibitions he laid upon himself. The climax in the 
other room swept them along with it. 

Scott felt a crazed, utterly delicious sensation. He also felt embarrassed 
to realize he was going to spend on the maid's dress. There was no help for 
it--he was lusciously gone, and his super-thrilled cock began to milk off 
onto Oliva's belly. He was out of control. 

"Ahhhhh, arggggg," he moaned in a tight, controlled cry the others couldn't 
hear. His spurts came. He spent rich rinse after rinse of his jism up the 
outside of her dress, as high as her breasts. The relief was fantastic. All 
he wanted in the world was to hold this soft, beautiful creature tight and 
explode his deep pleasure against her. The feel of his spurting, wild cock 
did it for Oliva. Her knees sagged and she came with a delicious shudder, 
squeezing Scott's fingers in her cunt with throbbing quakes of girl 
submission. His fingers had forced some of the cloth of her panties inside 
of her vagina to apply abrasive action on her clitoris. She gulped in mad 
delight and gave up her sexuality. They clung, spending as both of them 
rocked into an orgasmic heaven. 

"Uuuuuuuuuu," she went. 

"Eeeeeeeeee," he went. 

The couple in the other room were unaware of the sex between the maid and 
the bellman, working off in massive passion their own huge orgasms. 

The sex was over for the couple in the other room and they lolled in 
euphoric delight, still stunned by their hot, animal fucking. It was 
different for Scott and Oliva. With the madness gone, they stared at each 
other in shock. 

"I--couldn't help it," Scott whispered Scott in embarrassment. He was 
shocked to see his spill all over the front of the girl's dress. There was a 
huge, wet stain on her torso and up onto her breasts, reeking of the starch 
smell of his male sperm. There were ridges of the greasy stuff looped here 
and there. It was a sight he'd never forget, his sex spill spread all over 
the beautiful, shy girl. 

Her dark eyes flashed. "You must never speak of this! You must never touch 
me again!" 

Then, to his relief, she ducked past him and fled from the room. He stood 
there for long moments, desperately calculating the odds. Would he have to 
deal with the powerful fists of Tom Riley who was a former prize-fighter? 
What if Oliva told his fiancee or her father, the manager. Wow! 

Common sense flooded back. She would NEVER tell. In fact, through sheer luck 
he'd had a fantastic experience and laid his jism right on Oliva Riley that 
every man in the hotel hungered for. He--the straight guy who got kidded so 
much--and he'd made it with Oliva! 

"I won't tell either, honey!" he chuckled softly. Then he got down to the 
business he came for, pretending to enter for the first time and give the 
couple plenty of warning... 

As he finished his shift and got ready to go home, Scott realized there was 
a subtle difference in how he felt. Never before had he had a sex secret to 
hide, not from his mother, nor his boss, nor his girlfriend. This must be 
how an adulterer felt--pleased to remember the hot, forbidden act but also 
guilty and apprehensive. 

"You seem quiet, Scott," said his mother when he checked with her at the 
gift shop as it was closing. "Are you coming down with a cold?" 

"No, Mom. There were a lot of check-ins, lots of luggage to carry." 

She headed home to their small apartment to make dinner. He told her to 
leave him out of it tonight. He had a date with Natalie to eat in the coffee 
shop and go to a movie. But when he got to Mr. Walton's apartment on the top 
floor, in a penthouse apartment, he found that his plans had been suddenly 
changed. 

"A girl friend of mine just checked into the hotel," said Natalie. "I went 
to Stevens with her and she's only in town overnight." 

She wouldn't take him, of course, to visit her high class friends from the 
finishing school she'd attended. Natalie had this snob thing that would last 
until he got to college himself and became a pre-med student instead of a 
mere bellboy. In a way he didn't mind--the future was a challenge to prove 
his worth to the Walton family. Still- Outside in the hall he ran into his 
future father-in-law. Tall, powerfully built, looking a little like an Army 
general, Rogers Walton fixed Scott with a fierce eye. 

"Had to fire another bellman today for making a pass at a guest. Dammit, I 
can't figure out the young men today. They think they can fuck anything--but 
they find out otherwise in a hurry in my hotel! Sometimes, Scott, I think 
you're the only young male in the shop I can trust, thank God." 

"Thank you, sir," said Scott, feeling guilty. If only old Walton knew what 
had happened in Adams' room! He began to have second thoughts in his delight 
in the episode. It went against his own strait-laced ways. Look how guilty 
he felt now--with his mother, Natalie and the old man. 

He was sorry to hear that Harvey Donaldson was out. He'd liked Harv, but the 
guy thought he was God's gift to women. Sooner or later he was bound to get 
into trouble. More proof that his own way was better if less exciting... 
Funny how different women were--he couldn't imagine that masturbation taking 
place with Natalie. She was pretty enough, maybe a little pudgy, and her 
hair was stringy, but it was her class. She was a high class girl and she 
didn't like too much fooling around before marriage. Well, that was all 
right... 

He took the all-glass elevator down. The lobby of the GUARDIAN always 
thrilled him. It was a huge, modern city hotel of the latest design. The 
interior was a massive open cathedral-cavern, eighteen stories high. 
Interior corridors rose endlessly above one another with an unimpeded view 
all the way to the top. Two all-glass elevators moved majestically up and 
down the great interior walls, providing the guests with a fantastic view of 
the spread of the lobby below which was an enormous courtyard. Shops lined 
the ground floor, there was a large indoor "outdoor" appearing restaurant, 
and pools, free standing sculptures and lots of open space. Boxed plants 
ridged all the corridors and the whole effect was of an enormous enclosed 
park with fabulous lighting, the endless motion of people and moving 
escalators and signs on every hand to fascinate the eye. At the GUARDIAN 
this interior landscape was far more interesting than the city's skyline. 
During the day when the sun poured in on the skylight, eighteen floors above 
the lobby, everything was tinged with rich gold. Sometimes Scott thought it 
was almost decadent in its sensuous appeals, a barbarian rich man's city, 
aloof from the dirt and mundane hustle of traffic of the outside streets. He 
would hate to leave all this for the harsh world of pre-med school. 

Perhaps someday when he was rich he would come back here as a guest... 

But Walton nailed Scott in the lobby. 

"Up to your old tricks, huh, Colby?" 

"What's the matter. Bud?" 

Bud Walton was the Old Man's son, learning the hotel business. Right now he 
was on the security staff and wore the dark blazer with the gold insignia 
which was the modern dress for the old hotel detective. Bud did not like 
Scott. He had his father's military bearing and always seemed to Scott to be 
trying to play tough sergeant. 

Walton looked in his notebook. 

"A Mrs. Veronica Adams came to the hotel to find her husband. You gave her 
the runaround. She's mad as hell and complained to the office, so they 
called me." 

"Of course I gave her the runaround, you klutz," flared Scott. "Adams was 
shacked with his girl friend. He does that every month. I wasn't going to 
lead his wife to the lovenest." 

"So you put him alone in a room he didn't rent, with his luggage. That 
breaks a house rule, guest in a room not registered for.' "Bud, this guy's a 
big spender at the GUARDIAN. His wife comes one time, takes a cheap room and 
makes trouble. Adams and his girl friend are nice people." 

"This is a family hotel. We don't condone adultery." 

"Then you better empty the place. You've got more in these thousand rooms 
than the rest of the city." 

"Dad would love to hear you say that." 

Scott tapped Bud on the chest. "Mr. Walton may not like it, but he's too 
smart to sing out about it and run an empty hotel." 

He walked off. Bud caught his arm. 

"Listen, Colby, you get up to room 1048 and apologize to Mrs. Veronica 
Adams. We don't want letters to the papers or complaints to the Vice Squad." 

"Oh, come on. Bud!" 

"Do it!" Bud Walton strode off with a satisfied air. One more black mark 
against Scott Colby to report to his father and sister. 

Scott was more worried about poor Mr. Adams. The dumb security man must have 
blown it to the wife. Goodbye Adams and his big tips! Goodbye Charlotte and 
her fabulous body! He didn't want to go upstairs, but if he didn't the wife 
bitch would probably howl to Bud Walton again. She was going to be mad... 

She was: "You're despicable," she hurled at him as soon as he entered her 
room. 

"How's that, Mrs. Adams?" 

"You tipped off my husband. You took him to another room and then led me 
there to find him alone. You didn't know that I brought along a private 
detective who found the room where Charlotte King was with Earl. Who found 
evidence in that room that Earl was there. I want you to know that I faced 
that vicious young whore and gave her a piece of my mind." 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"Then I went back to that phony room where you put Earl but the dog had 
packed his bags and left. No matter. My private detective will follow him 
wherever he goes. He probably has another girl friend in the city and we'll 
find her, too. The security man said that the hotel's against prostitution 
and this Charlotte creature will probably be thrown out and denied entrance 
here again." 

Scott felt his cheeks red with embarrassment, but what could he say. "I'm 
sorry our hotel was the center for your troubles," he said sadly. 

"I'll bet you are. Earl always throws his money around wildly. How much did 
he give you to cover for him?" She glared at Scott. 

"Twenty dollars... Can I go now, ma'am?" 

"No!" she snapped. She looked at him coldly. "Is that woman one of YOUR 
whores?" 

"No, ma'am. I don't believe in that sort of thing. I'm engaged. I don't fool 
around. It's also against the rules." 

She took a turn up and down the carpet. 

"She's VERY PRETTY, isn't she. Prettier than I am, don't you think?" 

"She's only about twenty-five," Scott said in misery. 

Mrs. Adams gave an exasperated laugh. "At least you tell the truth. I'm 
forty and ugly, am I not?" 

"No, ma'am, you're NOT ugly." 

"But I couldn't give you an erection, now, could I?" 

Scott blushed more deeply. "I'm sure you could, Mrs. Adams." 

A glitter surfaced in her blue eyes. "You damn know it, son. I may be forty, 
but I know how to please a man. Come here." 

Startled, Scott moved nearer. The woman walked up to him and put her hand 
right on his soft cock mass in his pants. 

"Look at it this way--" she studied his badge-- "Scott. I'm all alone in a 
friendless city. I'm an UNLOVED wife, and I've got a big, empty bed for 
tonight. My husband's been screwing a beautiful young girl and has taken 
off. I think he really owes me something, don't you?" 

Scott pulled back, shocked. 

"He p-probably couldn't complain, ma'am." 

"You damn know it, son!" She was a redhead and had flaming blue eyes. 
"You're a good-looking boy--and you owe me something, too. Isn't that a 
fact?" 

"I--I'll give you the twee!--the twenty he gave me!" gulped Scott. 

She began to unbutton her blouse. "You stand right there," she said. "I'm 
going to give you something better than a twenty." 

"Oh, now, Mrs. Adams," he cooed in desperation. 

"Don't knock it until you see the merchandise," she said with biting irony. 

She threw back her blouse. She might be forty but she wasn't badly built. 
Slim. There was a bra under the blouse and a lot of fair skin. Scott stood 
stock still wondering when her joke would end. She wasn't drunk or on drugs. 
She WAS bitter, of course. Maybe a little wild. She skinned out of her 
skirt. Flat stomach. Nice thighs and legs, encased in sheer pantyhose. It 
seemed hot in the room to Scott. In spite of his shock and fear he felt 
tremors in his cock as she revealed her body. Pretty good, not bad at all, 
actually. She reached up to unhook her bra from behind. 

"You don't know this, Scott. You just walked in on a lustful drama. For a 
long time now I've been planning revenge on Earl, but I never knew who to 
settle on. How old are you, Scott?" 

"Two--twee--twenty-two." 

"Fancy that! She's twenty-five to his forty two. A seventeen year span. I'm 
forty--you're twenty-two--an eighteen year span. That puts me one year up on 
him, now doesn't it." 

"I-I-" 

"You're a helluva good-looking young man, compared to him especially. 
Compared to anybody. So is she, compared to me, or anybody. The old 
equalizer, huh?' Her bra came off. Her breasts were small, neat and tipped 
with sexy, big nipples, hard-centered right now. Scott's cock came right up 
in his pants. It had never occurred to him that a forty year old woman could 
look so sexy. Her hair was golden red, short, but gleaming. There were only 
faint traces of age at her eyes and mouth. In fact, her mouth looked soft 
and sensual. She had an earthiness that he hadn't noticed. 

"You--you--plan to have sex--with me?" 

"I'm going to suck your cock, Scott. There's a reason for that. On the first 
date he ever had with the bitch, she sucked him off. Never mind how I know 
that." 

Scott's prick in his pants was so hard he feared it would break. He'd never 
had such a hard-on. Oral sex had always fascinated him. It seemed 
delightfully dirty and he'd always wanted to try it but knew he never would. 
He'd never have the nerve to ask a girl that. Imagine suggesting such a 
thing to Natalie! Just the same he felt used by her. 

"I can't go into THIS sort of thing!" he cried. 

She sat on the bed and pulled him over. "I know. Male ego. Male pursues 
female, not the other way around." 

She undid his zipper and his cock seemed to leap from his pants, better than 
six inches long, lusciously hard, locked and ready. She stroked it with warm 
hands. 

"Now then, Scott, I know you feel pushed into somebody else's troubles, but 
won't you please help me? Please?" 

Blue eyes stared up at him meltingly. 

"I know I'm attractive to you or you wouldn't have such an erection. But 
won't you swallow your pride and let me have my sweet revenge?" 

Then before his delighted but horrified eyes she bent her gleaming red head 
and took the top of his shaft into her mouth. He went right up on his toes, 
feeling the heat, the wetness, the mobility of her tongue teasing the 
heavily-nerved ridge of his rod. 

God, it felt great! 

"Ahh, yes. If you feel--you really have to--" 

It was incredible. He had never sought sex from a guest. If any had tried to 
seduce him, he wasn't aware of it. Now, suddenly, wham! He had his prick in 
the mouth of a beautiful redhead. 

He had seen pictures of cocksucking in magazines and once in an X-rated 
movie. The guys on the floor often talked about it. Once one of the bellboys 
got it from some woman who didn't want to pay for the drinks he'd brought up 
to her room--the other guys really jumped to it when they got a room service 
call from her room. Another guy had got it from a drunken woman guest. Now 
it happened to him. Here he stood before this pretty, half-naked woman 
sitting on her bed. His cock was out and she pulled it into her mouth and 
sucked on it. 

"Oh, my goodness," he said, startled, flushed and glowing. "It does 
feel--oh--feel good." 

He found that he automatically tried to drive his rod deeper into her 
willing mouth to get more good feeling. His sinewy buttocks tensed, he rose 
on his toes as his excitement grew. A warm, feminine hand gently worked and 
squeezed his balls. Ahhh, it was incredible. He had emptied his balls a few 
hours before on Oliva's dress front and thought that sexy. This was five 
times better. He could look down and see the act as well as feel it, and the 
sight added flames to his fires. Those sensuous lips, bright teeth and pink 
tongue glistened and gleamed as she sucked in his cock. 

leaving a mark of satiny saliva that stung ever so slightly. 

"You're sucking meeee," he gasped. "I've never had it done. Never knew--" 

She looked up at him, her face smoothed out to beauty now that her anger was 
gone and laughed. 

"Scott, you are an innocent young man. You've never been sucked--or sucked a 
woman?" 

"No, ma'am." 

"Drop the formalities, youngster. Call me 'Veronica'... If you're so new to 
it, I'll have to give you the full treatment." 

It was fabulous, like having a sexy mother to guide him into this new, 
forbidden world. It would be all right for him to let her do it to him, 
because he would learn something for his future married life. Even Natalie 
couldn't object because the woman was forty, after all. She stood up and 
finished undressing. He undressed also. There! He was naked with his cock 
hard and eager in the presence of a naked woman. A part of him remained 
stunned to realized that after all those months of wondering what went on 
behind a thousand closed doors in the GUARDIAN he was suddenly in the middle 
of it. 

Upstairs Old Man Walton grubbed at his dinner beside his vague, alcoholic 
wife, and down in the lobby at one of the restaurants Natalie chatted with 
her friends, and a few blocks away his mother puttered with her own dinner, 
an eye on TV, and his buddies on the staff chased bells--all doing their 
humdrum things--while he was naked in a room with a woman who had a velvet 
smooth body. 

Adams must be crazy to ignore this sexy wife when he could have both she and 
Charlotte. Veronica Adams took real good care of herself; her skin was 
silken and white without sags or flaws. She was lean and trim with those 
startling big nipples on bouncy breasts, graceful curves of throat and 
shoulder, legs and thighs, a round little butt and, most interesting of all, 
a pink-lipped cunt guarded by curly red pubic hairs. His cock strained in 
eagerness to invade her mouth again. 

He wanted to hug her nudity to him, to feel his prick press her naked belly, 
to bite her nipples and kiss her mouth, but she was already introducing him 
to the joys of oral sex. She made him lay down on the bed on his stomach, 
briefly, his cock pressed into the bedspread. 

"This is called "around the world", Scott. By the time I'm done you'll be 
ready to explode like dynamite." 

She began kissing him on the back of his shoulders, her velvety body 
touching his as she moved. She kissed and nibbled down his back, her wet 
tongue and warm lips, her soft breath, making him shiver in delight. When 
she kissed his buttocks and his thighs he jacked off into the bed in hot 
delight. 

"Oh, that kissing and stuff feels goooooood," he breathed. 

"You'll get a chance to do it to me, too," she promised him. 

Then she had him turn over and the real fun began. They kissed, long, 
luscious french kisses. At first he was too shy to open his mouth and let 
her tongue in, but after a little instruction he found himself nibbling her 
lips and driving his tongue into her mouth to ream it out and to bite gently 
on her tongue. Those wet kisses lifted him a notch higher. He held the back 
of her red-haired head and kissed her wildly now, sucking her tongue into 
his mouth. 

"Whoa, soldier," she laughed. Her hand squeezed his cock. "You'll be 
squirting in the air if you get too hot." 

Then, one at a time, she fed her hard nipples into his mouth. Scott felt his 
heart thud as he reveled in this first real chance to eat tits. He'd been 
too embarrassed and inexperienced on his brief prior love-making trips to do 
what he wanted to the girls he'd been with. Now he sucked and nibbled her 
breast tips while she moaned in pleasure. 

"You don't know how good that feels, Scott. You don't know how sensitive a 
woman's breasts are. Ohhhhhhh." 

He took plenty of time to get to know her breasts, sucking and kissing one 
while he kneaded the other with his palm, his hands. Her blue eyes began to 
look dazed. He realized that she had even more fun than he had. He'd never 
known true sex. She'd had it and lost it--then suddenly had this handsome 
young man on her bed. 

She finished her trip "around the world" by kissing down his chest, belly 
and thighs with that hot, teasing tongue. At last, just as he began to get 
impatient for hotter thrills, she took hold of his cock which had remained 
rock hard throughout the exercise. 

"What a POWERFUL prick!" she said. "Earl's goes soft unless he's getting it 
into some hole in a woman right away." 

She took his cock in her mouth again. She bobbed her head on his throbbing 
shaft, sending rushes of pleasure up his spine. She bit and nibbled down one 
side and then up the other. She rimmed the fluted edge with her pink tongue 
again and again until he thought he'd go out of his mind with pleasure. His 
eager cock throbbed every few seconds now as he got closer and closer to an 
explosion. It was going to be tremendous! 

Suddenly she slid her entire body on top of his, her face against his prick. 
This brought her cunt to his mouth and she opened her legs and scissored his 
head between soft thighs. 

"If you've never eaten a woman, it will repulse you--for about ten seconds," 
she laughed. "After a couple of bites you'll acquire a taste for it you'll 
never lose for the rest of your life!" 

She was right. For an instant he hung back from the bold, pink slice of her 
womanhood she presented to him, wet and swollen. She had an earthy but 
pleasant odor. He closed his eyes, drove his mouth on her softness and 
entered heaven. Her sex juice tasted like nectar and her warm passage 
thrilled him as he realized he controlled her whole body with lazy movements 
of her tongue. He found her clit and began to drum on it gently while she 
undulated her thighs around his head and went slightly crazy. 

"Awww, Scott, you're doing meeeee, oh, that feels sweeeeet, man! Ah, God, 
you're making me h-h-hump. Ahhhh. Eeeee. Hey now, that's sexxxxxxy. Oh, 
Scott, my God, I want to give--it all--to you. Ahhhhhhhh." 

She twisted, gyrated, sweated and moaned, unable to continue her suck of 
him, nibbling his thigh in her sweet distress. 

"Awwww, Scott, you lied--you've done this before. Oh, God, you're eating my 
cunt off! Ah, no! Whooooo--eeeeeee." 

The hotter she got the harder he drove her. He had visions now of Adams 
driving the girl in the room upstairs a few hours before. Now he was in the 
middle of things, driving Adams' wife, and it was delightful. 

"Go, you crazy woman," he laughed. "Go, you wild redhead!" 

Suddenly she grabbed his prick and got it in her mouth, giving him long, 
head-bobbing demand strokes. It was as if she had to lift him to her hotness 
before she surrendered. Scott almost walked off the bed, arching up, lifting 
the woman on top of him. 

"Glorrrr--eeeeee," he sang, his cock on delicious fire from this new, 
demanding cocksuck. It seemed as if the white lava of pleasure that was 
inside of him churned to escape from his body in the sweet, savage friction 
of her cocksuck. Yet he would not give up her cunt. The two of them were in 
perfect rapture, each blitzing the other with rich pleasure shocks yet 
holding on, straining to new heights, as they took the hot joy of tortured 
sex nerves, torture that paid off in tension and delight. 

Golden time passed as they ravaged each other's sex organs with tongue, 
teeth, lips and suction. 

"Go, you horny young stud, squirt it out!" cried Veronica. She had released 
his cock with her mouth to jack him off against the velvet bed of her honey 
saliva. He felt as if a hot pleasure poker had been rammed up the hole in 
his prick. His whole body tensed and he grunted in pleasure. Oh, God, he was 
going to explode... 

He gave a helpless sob "I--uh--oh, so hot, tight, sweet. I-I--" 

But he did not come. The stunning idea hit him, an erotic thought he had not 
focussed on before. What if she--took ail his hot jism down her throat. 
Actually swallowed it. Was it POSSIBLE? Guys said gals did, if they really 
were hot. Well, Adams wife was burning hot. But, of course, guys lied a lot 
about sex. Even in the wildness he felt, he doubted that someone would drink 
the leaping stuff right out of your prick. 

"You--you going to--drink me?" he gasped. 

"Suck your guts out--swill every drop--" Her voice had the same hysterical 
gasp in it. 

Her body felt hot and moist, plastered to his. Their common sweat sealed 
them together and Scott's heart sang. He'd never dreamed sex could feel this 
good. He thought of her beautiful face, that soft mouth, and the velvet tube 
of her throat waiting to pull down his crazed spurts of joy when they came. 

She sucked him again and he slowed, sensually driving his prick up into her 
mouth, deeper each time. Twice she gagged, but her mouth and throat were now 
a satin tunnel of teasing pressure and he knew as his heart pounded in 
triumph that he could, fling his seed deep into her body, right down to her 
toes. 

He felt paralyzed with pleasure, rocking in a steady, powerful stroke that 
lifted him slowly to an inevitable glory that would be the best ejaculation 
he'd ever felt. At last he understood the wild animal behavior of Adams and 
Charlotte that he'd seen perform earlier. Instead of slamming home, he was 
going to just keep riding her mouth until his nerve network reached overload 
and it all happened spontaneously. 

Veronica was beside herself. Over the years Adams had lost his lust for her 
and her sex life had been less and less erotic. The couple of times she'd 
strayed, she'd picked older men who were "thirty second" wonders. After a 
rush to climax, they'd pleasured her by mouth or finger, but without the 
lust of an unspent male. This handsome youngster--and he was handsome!--had 
kept a rigid hard-on for fifteen minutes or more, and he still would not 
surrender the fruits of his loins for her to harvest. She whined to pull his 
plug. She gave him the depths of her throat, past the gag point to provide 
the slickest, hottest tunnel she could--still he did not burst. 

Meanwhile his tongue drove her and drove her, working her clit until she was 
bathed in sweat and half-crazy with tension and good feeling. That young 
man's lust made her feel as if her body swelled to gigantic proportions, 
sated with aching, tickling, teasing and heavenly layers of joy. 

Her orgasm came. She almost fainted. It started in her toes, swept up her 
calves and thighs, captured her belly and she gave an animal grunt of tender 
wounding. 

"OH-MY-GOD!" she whimpered. 

Scott, thrilled, sensed her completion. He did not know what to expect. All 
he knew was that women did not discharge fluids in bursts like men. They had 
no balls or prostates. Yet her cunt seemed to flow faster and then, sexily, 
she tensed on top of him as if a spastic. She gave an animal grunt as if 
mortally wounded by pleasure, and then her throbs came. They startled him. 
From somewhere deep in her loins it was as if a gigantic fist clenched and 
sent quake waves out along her vagina so his mouth felt powerful, muffled 
squeezes and throbs. These involuntary, spasmodic nerve discharges were 
distinct and powerful and at the same time he sensed that her body wrung 
itself out in utter ecstasy. It was nature's peak ability to thrill the 
human body and make it feel good. 

"Ah, uh, oh, ah, uh, oh. I'm taaaaakennnnnn," she gasped. 

After the first strong throbs, the woman got back the use of her muscles and 
moved uneasily on top of him. Then new orgasmic spasms caught her and she 
locked again and gasped and throbbed. He was fascinated by this close-up 
exposure to the feminine erotic libido. This was her life-moment when the 
male injected his baby seed into her body, this was the sweet narcotic that 
made her suck in all the juice the male had to offer. It was her surrender 
and submission to her own sexuality and the drive of the male. It was what 
guys meant about "taking" and "conquering" a female, using her sex equipment 
to drive her up the wall into a paralysis and a loss of power over her body 
as she throbbed in ecstasy. It felt absolutely great to make a female come, 
no matter how willing she might be to risk the use of her sex parts. 

Her quakes tapered. She sucked greedily on his cock. Scott felt the most 
magnificent stab of pleasure cut through his loins he'd ever felt in his 
life. It was both the cessation and the resumption of the action. Blood 
pounded in his ears, everything receded and he felt that heavenly paralysis 
of all parts, that desperate but joyous cosmic fist lock him down. While he 
was paralyzed with all body functions stopped, his prick spoke its piece. 

A gigantic spurt exploded out of his cock into her mouth with a rush of 
tension-relief and incredible pleasure. 

"Ahhhhhhh," he whined. Then, in apology--"got to get it offfffff." 

It felt weird, embarrassing, delightful, fabulous, ecstatic to pump out his 
gutful of jism and feel her drink it. She took his spurts greedily and he 
could hear her throat muscles work as she hurried to swallow the rich bursts 
of come. Targeting it into her mouth and spurting it down her throat blew 
him totally away. It was true about drinking jism! 

"Ah, he, he, he,--sooooo g-g-g-good," he managed as he shot burst after 
burst into her mouth, throat and belly. It seemed like he shot off more than 
a dozen times before he tapered and gave up lesser spurts and finally 
dropped into a sweet glow of after-sex relaxation. His body felt as if he 
floated on a soft bed among billowing clouds, weightless, relaxed, 
completed, and whole. 

Spent cock still in her mouth, aching a little from her teeth and hard 
usage, Scott finally understood why guys and gals got so thrilled about sex. 
He'd never really known the score until this golden, erotic moment. 

He sighed in wistful contentment and wiggled his toes in pleasure as he 
still hugged the naked, spent woman. This day was a day of all days for him 
in the GUARDIAN Hotel. His first sight of two humans fucking, his erotic sex 
with Oliva and now an actual cocksuck... a man could go a lifetime and not 
have such things happen again. Well, it had better be his last as well as 
his first, his only excursion into sex if he wanted to enjoy his career, 
please Natalie and the Old Man, stay out of Bud's clutches and help preserve 
his mother's job. He had been more than paid off for his years of continence 
and this was enough. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Since this was to be his one night of erotic passion before returning to his 
celibate existence, Scott lay naked on the bed, temporarily sated but 
feeling warmer and warmer towards the older woman who had led him into the 
sweet heaven of sex. The more he looked at her lean, soft body, the more he 
wanted of her. Somewhere in the middle of that luscious cocksuck he had 
thought "if I can only have this. I'll be satisfied for a month, a year". 
Yet ten minutes later he had begun to think that it might be possible to 
actually fuck Adams' wife and maybe do the oral thing again. In for a dime, 
in for a dollar. It grew on you. 

Veronica Adams might be forty years old but she was far and away the sexiest 
creature he'd ever met, and now that he was off shift there could be 
magnificent hours ahead. At that moment his luck ran out. The phone rang. 

After Veronica, naked, mumbled into it for a few minutes and while he 
watched the flow of the charms of her supple body, beginning to feel the 
first signs of returning sex desire, she hung up and went for her clothes. 

"Oh, I thought we could--do some more things," said Scott. 

"Honey, you were my first choice to spend the night," said Veronica. 
"Unfortunately that was my detective. It seems that Earl didn't rush off to 
meet a second girl friend after all. He checked out, all right, but he went 
to some bar where he's drinking up a storm. I'm going to have to go collect 
him. When Earl gets drunk, he gets very generous. I'll be lucky if he 
doesn't hand the deed to our home to some stranger in that bar. It's a sort 
of emergency." 

Five minutes later he was alone in the room. He dressed slowly, feeling a 
little let down. More problems when you indulged in free sex. Your partner 
might take off on short notice and leave you hanging. A few minutes later, 
however, he was glad it happened. There was a knock on the door and when he 
opened it. Bud Walton stood there. 

"Well, did you fix it with Mrs. Adams?" 

"Oh, Bud. Oh, sure. Everything's fine. She isn't mad any more. In fact, 
she's gone off to collect her husband and I think the crisis is over." 

"Do you always hang around in guests' rooms after they leave. That's another 
house rule you've broken, Colby." 

"She asked me, for God's sake, to stand by for ten minutes after she left in 
case she got another phone call. Bud. Don't be a crud." 

Scott started off down the hall, glad now that he was dressed when Bud 
knocked on the door. 

"Hey, bellman!" called Bud. 

Scott swung around. "Dammit, Bud, if you think you can ride--" 

"Just wanted to tell you, fella, that you're wearing one of your socks 
inside out. That's not GUARDIAN appearance, friend." 

"Oh, uh, thanks for telling me." 

Scott made his escape, blushing. The suspicious look on Bud's face didn't 
help his peace of mind. Did the security man suspect? He sure had sharp 
eyes. There it was again--that caution you had to use when you got involved 
with free sex. He wasn't used to it. Better that this day was over, after 
all... 

Working a split shift, you got afternoons one day and the morning and night 
the next. It gave everybody a shot at the good tip hours, but it played hell 
with sleeping times. One day you worked noon till six. The next you worked 
eight till noon and came back at six to work until ten. 

Next morning Scott was sleepily ingesting a doughnut and some coffee in the 
coffee shop when a figure dropped into the next stool to his. It was Earl 
Adams. He glared at Scott. 

"Hey, kid!" 

Oh-oh, thought Scott. He's caught on! His dumb wife probably pushed the 
needle into him last night about having sex with a bellboy and told him it 
was me. All that stuff about seventeen years and eighteen years. I am 
probably going to get a smash on the jaw. 

"Oh, hullo, Mr. Adams." 

"I was talking to my wife--" 

Here it comes! And if he bitches to the Bell Captain or the Old Man, I've 
had it in this job. Scott gripped his coffee cup until his knuckles went 
white. Without this job, he couldn't make enough money to start college in 
the fall. His mother would probably get fired. He would lose Natalie. All 
because-- 

"--and I've got to go home with the missus, you see. But I got me a problem. 
I got to get a message to Charlotte, and I can't call her. You know, Scott. 
The ball and chain has a detective watching me for God's sake." 

Scott breathed easier. No smash on the jaw or lost job yet. He now saw that 
Adams' glare was mostly from his obvious hangover. 

"You want me to take a message to Miss King?" said Scott. 

"Three of them, kid." The man slipped him three greeting cards. "Each one 
has a different message, each one gets more sentimental, you know? You give 
her one this morning, one tonight and one tomorrow when she'll probably 
check out." 

He slid out a five dollar bill. "Wish I could make it twenty, kid, but the 
old ball and chain has cut down the old budget. Next time I get back in town 
I'll take care of you." 

"Oh, that's okay, Mr. Adams. Don't bother about that." 

He felt funny taking even five dollars from a man whose wife he'd had sex 
with. Scott watched the man go and shook his head. The messes some people 
got into over sex! A hotel was a great training ground for life--it showed 
you other people's mistakes. 

He felt strange when, later, upstairs, he faced Miss King in her room to 
deliver the note. The last time he'd seen the young woman she'd been stark 
naked, going out of her mind under Adams' hot cock. Even though she was 
dressed and proper, he couldn't help staring at her body and thinking how 
sexy she looked naked. 

She was in a wild, desperate mood. When he gave her the note and explained 
what it was for, she ripped it up. She raged that Adams had been her knight 
on a white horse, trapped in life with an ugly, whining witch. Only she'd 
met the witch and Adams' wife was not ugly but pretty. Adams wife had cried. 
Suddenly Charlotte King realized that instead of being involved in a great 
romance she was merely having a sordid affair. 

"Men are all vile rats, Scott." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

She wanted the other notes now to tear them up. Scott handed them over 
reluctantly. Instead she laid them aside and burst into tears. She 
explained, through sobs, that she was stuck in the city for two more days. 

"I'm no hole in the ground, Scott. I have a career, too." 

She explained that her company trusted her--had sent her here to work on a 
secret audit for a smaller firm they planned to buy. She'd been able to time 
it so she could meet Adams, as she'd done before. 

"Not any more, Scott. No more foolish romances for me. From n-now on I'm 
looking out for n-n-number one, right?" 

He left her there, a beautiful young woman, crushed by her situation. He 
really felt sorry for her, getting all messed up like this. He soon forgot 
about her in the rush of the day's check-outs. It wasn't until that night 
that he thought about her again. On the evening shift he had lots of calls 
for drinks from the bar, room service. There she was on a barstool, getting 
soused, still carrying her load after what must've been a tough day. Not 
that she needed to be lonely with her looks. Tom Riley, the bartender 
hovered nearby, solicitous. Men eyed her and a couple moved close to test 
the action. 

The jungle! Scott felt his mouth tense. He hoped she made it through all 
right. She was just another small tragic episode in the panorama of life 
that took place within the GUARDIAN walls every day... 

Ten o'clock. The action had slowed and Scott was at the bottom of the front 
list as the duty bellhops rotated up for the calls, mostly room service at 
this time of night The Bell Captain had gone off duty and they were under 
control of the desk. Scott's pocket were full of tip money, coins and bills 
and he'd had only one minor tiff with Bud Walton. It had been a good day. 

Charlotte King appeared out of nowhere and caught his arm as she swayed 
slightly. 

" 'Fraid m'friend, Scott--he--take me home." 

"What? Oh, Miss King. Sure. I'll take you upstairs." 

He was glad she'd made it out of the bar alive. At that a couple of hounds 
came out to stare after her, hoping they could follow. Quickly he guided the 
unsteady young woman to an elevator. 

"What a night... all trying to bed me... what a pigsty," she muttered. 

"Yes, ma'am." 

She giggled and leaned against him, her body warm and seductive. "Your 
bartender--that Tom Riley--wants--screw me. Maybe--you hide me out-" 

"Tom Riley? He made passes?" 

"All night long. I kidded... maybe he took serious, Scott. M'afraid." 

That angered Scott. Tom was the tough husband of Oliva, the beautiful. He 
was well-hated by the bellhops because he poured short drinks and tried to 
blame them when the guests complained, saying they doctored the stuff after 
it left the bar. He seemed to resent the tips they got and whenever he could 
catch a bellman in some minor infraction he laid it on. He was a good 
companion to Bud Walton. More than one bellboy had felt his fists after some 
insult, real or imagined, against Oliva. 

"You really mean it. Miss King?" 

"I--meant kidding--someway he got--my room KEY!" 

Scott wanted to kick a hole in the elevator. Tom was just tough enough, 
crafty enough and had enough clout with Old Walton to get away with taking 
advantage of Charlotte. And him with that beautiful Spanish wife, too. 

Charlotte put her chin on his shoulder and sagged against him as they rose, 
alone, in the interior elevator. My God, in this condition the girl was a 
sitting duck for the bartender when he got off duty. Scott simply couldn't 
accept that... 

He found a phantom room for her. A bellman could do that if he kept up a 
close friendship with the clerks and the various duty Assistant Managers. He 
noted the irony that it was the same room that Mrs. Adams had had on the 
prior night, one of the less desirable ones. On this very bed... but why 
think about that--that was yesterday. He eased his burden down. 

"You sleep, Miss King. All night if you want. Nobody will find you here." 

She lay on the top of the bedspread, a luscious sight to see, gleaming in 
her pink pants suit, the soft cloth swirled this way and that against her 
charms. He thought again how her nude body had surged to her lover's 
yesterday afternoon. Her pink tongue had curled out of her mouth in the 
pleasure of the hot sex. She was a sand blonde, and with those luscious 
breasts, that slim waist, those sweetly curved thighs and legs and her 
beautiful face she was all the woman a man would ever need. Scott felt a 
pang when he thought about his own Natalie. Natalie had a great mind but her 
face and body were a long way from this. Even Veronica Adams had been ahead 
of Natalie in the looks department. But, of course, a smart man married for 
the long pull. Looks alone didn't get it. For instance, there was Tom Riley 
with that fabulous brunette, and still he hunted for more. Still--Scott felt 
a twinge. 

Charlotte thanked him and then raised both arms and twiddled her fingers. 

"Undress. Can't make it--alone." 

It was excruciating for Scott. When he took off her blouse there was all 
that cream-tan skin so well-remembered from the scene yesterday, warm and 
supple in his hands. She wore a bra over those big breasts, thank God. He 
got half hard when he pulled off her pants as she squirmed to help. Once 
again his eyes feasted on those exquisite thighs, curved to perfection, and 
the long legs, trim ankles, cute feet. When they built this one, they threw 
away the mold. She was one of a kind. He felt his forehead sweat. When she 
was down to pantyhose, panties and a bra, he turned back the covers and 
started to scoot her in. She fussed. 

"Can't sleep--things on." 

He had a hard on now. "You want to undress--all the way?" he gulped. 

"Help me... m'friend." 

She reached back to fumble with her brassiere. Scott gave an enormous sigh. 
He undid her bra. He wanted to finish her quickly to get her under the 
covers, but she had to delay to rub the places where the bra caught her too 
tightly. He failed in his attempt to avert his eyes. 

There they were, the twin, gorgeous peaks of femininity, lush, beautifully 
shaped and exposed to his gaze, naked, with soft pink aureoles and slightly 
darker nipples, a blush-red, and soft. Oh, my God, the girl was hung! His 
cock dug against his pants. 

Quickly he stripped off her pantyhose and panties, trying not to look. He 
lost that battle too. His eyes sought her small navel, her flat belly, her 
sand blonde pubic hair and the graceful curve of her sex opening, the whole, 
beautiful female animal, Adams fuckable girl friend, exposed to his gaze. He 
was alone with her in this room and she was susceptible. Nobody knew they 
were here. He felt the blood pound in his ears. 

Her amused eyes looked up at him from lowered but not closed lids. 

"Bet you look... just great naked... too. We--beautiful people." 

"Yeah, Charlotte. You got it all--that's for sure." 

"Doesn't help... tonight," she sighed. 

He hung there in utter misery, stirred as he'd never been in his life. He'd 
never seen such a sexy sight as the nude girl who seemed in no hurry to 
crawl under the covers. But she was drunk. She was not his. It would be 
unfair. He shoved her lusciousness under the covers. 

"Sleep it off--Charlotte. Goodnight." 

He got out of the room fast. Another ten seconds and he'd've leaped on top 
of her... 

The bitter lump in his throat did not go away for the next hour. At each 
passing moment he regretted that he'd messed up the chance. He knew she 
liked him, she wanted love and comfort tonight. And he? He was probably the 
only guy on the staff that would pass up the chance--to at least proposition 
the girl. It was as if some malignant fate pursued him these last couple of 
days, enticing him towards illicit sex simply because he'd taken a hard line 
about it. 

Tom Riley nailed him when he came off shift at midnight, like Scott. 

"Where's that Charlotte woman? She ain't in her room." 

The big bartender threw Charlotte's key at him so that if bounced off his 
chest "How should I know?" 

"The bellhops say she left the floor with you, stud." 

"I put her into some guy's Mercedes, some guy she met in your bar," said 
Scott. "My guess is she won't be back before morning. Face it, Riley, you 
and I aren't in the Mercedes class." 

"You're fucking her, you peckerhead," said Riley, savage-faced. 

Scott turned away from his locker where he'd finished changing out of his 
uniform. 

"Riley, you've got a wife. A good-looker. Why do you care where she is?" 

Riley made an explosive sound, caught him by the shoulder and whirled him 
around. 

"Never mind my wife, big shot! You're a buddy of that Harvey Donaldson, 
tried to screw her for money. The guy that got fired for chasing a woman 
guest Your next, Colby. You think you're some Tarzan, screw everything in 
sight. I'll see that you get fired. I'll punch you out, too!" 

Scott felt his knees go weak, but he had to face up to Riley. The man was 
bigger than he, strong and a skilled fighter. He'd probably get beaten to a 
pulp but he couldn't back down. 

"Want to try it now, Riley?" 

Tom looked around. Other bellhops were going off duty, and they watched this 
exchange with careful eyes. The bartender apparently decided it would not be 
a good risk to jump Colby at this time--midnight in the locker room. He had 
a lot of enemies among the bellman down here. 

"One day, Colby, one day." 

He thrust Scott back and strode off. Scott's nerves still twanged. One day 
there was going to be a fight that was for sure. He thought again about 
Riley's wife, Oliva, and that episode in Adams' room when he'd masturbated 
on her dress. He sure hoped she didn't talk in her sleep, or that day would 
be soon! 

He slipped back upstairs to the room where he'd left Charlotte. It might be 
a good idea to return her key... When he tapped on the door there was no 
answer. He tried the door and it was open, so he went inside. Her bed was 
empty, all the covers thrown back. There was a light under the bathroom 
door. He went to the bed, tossed her room key on it, and gave a great sigh. 
He turned to go. 

The bathroom door opened and Charlotte appeared, clad in one of those big 
bath towels that covered her from armpits to below her buttocks. 

She was no longer swacked. She looked fresh and clean from her shower and 
she walked straight and easy. 

"I--got your key from Riley. It's over there on the bed." 

"Thanks, Scott. And thanks for not taking advantage of me a couple of hours 
ago. I was half out of my head." 

"It's all right. Miss King. I'm engaged, you know." The bitterness was back 
in his throat. 

"I know. I've seen her. She's lucky. You're a good-looking boy, Scott." 

"You're so old," he murmured, heading for the door. 

She slipped in front of it, laughing up at him. 

"You want it," she said. "I've never seen it so plain on a man's face. You 
want it like fury. You always have. I see it every time I check in." 

"I don't know what you're talking about!" he cried, blushing. 

"You got hard as a rock when you undressed me. I thought I was a goner." 

Their bodies almost touched. He looked deep into her eyes and felt dizzy. 
His nerves tightened and he thrilled all over. There were incredible depths 
to those eyes. There was soft, vulnerable female down there, hurt and yet 
extremely lustful. 

"I-I-I--" he stuttered. 

"You have to reach for what you want in this world," she said in a low 
voice. 

His cock suddenly began to harden in his pants. He felt shivers all over. 
The goddess. The most fabulous body in the city. He reached out and took 
hold of the towel. She made no move to stop him. She just kept smiling up 
into his face, sensual lips moist, slightly parted. He caught his breath, 
hooked his fingers under the towel and gave a jerk. The tuck-in gave way and 
the towel slid a little. Then it slid a lot, off her shoulders, over her 
magnificent big breasts and away from her body down to the floor. His cock 
in his pants hurt him in its hardness. He hugged her as she folded into his 
arms, her face coming up as his came down. His lips touched hers and hers 
kept moving so he found sweet, wet warmth and a teasing tongue. His breath 
caught in his throat. So did hers as they sucked into a rich, wild kiss. Her 
full, naked body pressed to his and his heart pounded. 

She waited on the bed while he undressed, staring at him with luminous eyes. 
His hands shook in his excitement My God, he was hitting all the jackpots. 
Oliva, then Adams' sexy wife and now Charlotte King, the body superb. When 
he got on the bed she said: "I always knew I'd let you fuck me if the chance 
came." 

The basic word turned him on like fury, made her available to him, putting 
an end to the lingering awe he felt about her. He seized her but she put a 
hand on his face. 

"All I ask--take it slow. I hate fast love." 

It was just the right thing to say. He calmed down to a more sensuous state 
at once, looking at her beautiful face. He saw a fast pulse in her throat. 
He saw a slight blush on her face. Her big nipples locked tight. She wanted 
him as he wanted her. He ran his hands over her smooth shoulders, enjoying 
the moist, smooth skin, so warm to his touch. He kissed her on the mouth and 
they surged together briefly, thrilling again to a hot kiss. 

He kissed her satin cheeks, her eyes, her throat, the hollow at the base of 
her throat. Her hands reached down and gently squeezed his hard glowing 
cock. 

"Ahhhhh, yesss," he managed. 

He remembered his lesson of yesterday in the hands of the older woman. His 
kissed her chest, moving down to her tits, feeling the slow, powerful rise 
of erotic delight that was only possible because of her great beauty. He 
hadn't believed he could feel so powerfully sexual. 

He ate one of her nipples. His palm closed over the other and those 
magnificent breasts were all his. His cock throbbed in appreciation. 

"Oh, that's heavenly!" she whispered, gasping at his use of her sensitive 
nipples. Her eyes went glazed temporarily as he turned on the flames that 
could be released by the suction and the stroking on her sensitive parts. 

"Scott, that's grrrreat. I sometimes think... I could come... just from the 
use of my breasts." 

He laughed happily and moved down, kissing and nibbling the smooth flesh, 
reaching her navel and reaming it out. He went back to her breasts. Then he 
went back to her mouth for more wet, tongue-teasing kisses. Her body 
quivered. 

"You know HOW to do it. Oh, you know exactly how to do it." 

She fell in a syrupy, languorous mood. She had known for a long time that 
the handsome bellman dug her. His eyes always locked hotly on her body. So 
did other men's, but this Scott Colby, she sensed, was special. He was 
repressed, but there was dynamite under his calm exterior. His cock was 
slightly larger than Earl's but nevertheless twice as virile. She had not 
had much luck with young men--they seemed to crawl all over her at once and 
come in a flash, a few seconds after they entered her. It was one of the 
penalties of having extra good looks. Guys were crazed by the chance to put 
it in. But this repressed one, now-- Her cunt flowed so hotly she felt it 
staining her inner thighs. If Scott kept on like this he was pretty much 
going to devastate her. She had wanted him to go slow and easy but it turned 
out she was much hotter than she'd expected to be. Maybe it was realizing 
she was free of Earl at last. Maybe she'd hungered for the hard young cock 
of the bellman even before yesterday's trouble. She'd known for a long time 
she turned him on, but she hadn't known until tonight that he turned her on 
so much. When he'd brought her up in the elevator she was just drunk enough 
to be free of her own inhibitions and her cunt had burned for his cock. He 
had not taken advantage, which turned her on even more. She had known he 
would come back as surely as she knew the sun would rise. She had sobered up 
for him. 

His tongue swept down her belly and she spread her legs slightly, gasping in 
pleasure. That moving tongue of his, rough on her satiny flesh, left streaks 
of fire where it furrowed into her skin. She was desperately hot now, cunt 
fairly bubbling with girl juice. 

"You're going to--ahhh-- have to-- OHHHHHH." 

His tongue dug into her cunt. She didn't know that he'd learned the trick 
only last night. It burned on her clit deliciously. Her skin was hot now and 
she felt a little faint, a happy condition. She wanted to lose her mind and 
her soul and be his hot-hipped bitch. 

"Please--" she begged. "PLEASE fuck me pretty soon--I'm so hot!" 

Scott still moved as if he were in a sex ballet. It was as if this fabulous 
girl released a creative eroticism that excited him and gave him power to 
unlock her deepest desires. In spite of her pleas he gave her rich suction, 
swallowing her cunt juices greedily. What nectar! She made animal sounds of 
pleasure, holding his head, undulating her loins, "Ahhh, Scott. 
Arghhhh--so... oh... ah, eh, eh, eh." 

She had to bunt and rock for him, her entire vagina on fire. Beads of sweat 
surfaced on her forehead and as a slick on her belly. 

He released her cunt and got his knees under her armpits. He lifted her head 
which was passive and heavy with sex want. He slid his cock into her 
beautiful mouth, holding his breath as he watched the meat groove in past 
her lips and felt the heat and her twisting tongue. She sucked him and he 
felt a rush of sweet delight as if she could unplug him all the way to his 
backbone. 

"Not yet, not yet," he gasped. 

It was a challenge to fuck slowly, magnificently into her mouth and feel his 
jism boil inside of his body yet hold it firmly. The target for his scalding 
semen was somewhere deep between her legs. Yet he held her head and fucked 
recklessly into her mouth, accepting the sting, rushing pleasure even as he 
held out. 

"Ah, baby, ahhhhhh," he keened. 

She felt humble now. He was only a bellman and she was a successful business 
woman with a good education, a career and fantastic looks. Yet he'd somehow 
gotten control over her animal bitch and played her like a fiddle, even more 
skillfully than Earl ever had. 

"Scott, you are a LOVER," she cried out passionately when he let her rest 
from using her mouth for his cock. 

"I'm learning, Charlotte," he told her happily. He didn't know himself where 
this sudden power to please females came from. It was like he tuned to her 
erotic wavelength. 

He slid his cock down between her big breasts and pressed the sweet flesh 
around it to fuck against her chest, oiled by her honey saliva. His reward 
was a furious fire of delight that almost unplugged him a second time. 

"Oh, your tits. Oh, God, someday I've got to screw you like this all the 
way," he told her. 

No one had ever done that to her and that turned her on still further. The 
rich sensations of feeling his hard cock stroke near and on her nipples made 
her grow faint again and almost come for him then and there. Yet she, too, 
wanted to hold for his cock penetration before she surrendered her full 
sexuality to him. 

"Better not--do that--too long," she managed. 

He was ready now. He slid down her body, examining the full length of her 
figure--the smooth skin, the big tits, the lovely face, slightly flushed, 
the curves of torso, belly, thighs and legs. Best of all, there was her 
cunt, protected by the sandy hair, but swollen, pink, wet and ready. 

"I sure wanted this... for a long time," he heard himself say. 

He fitted his cock to her cunt lips as she spread her legs and lifted them 
to offer him her saddle. Her eyes looked glazed, soaked with pleasure. The 
head of his cock went in. He had to gasp in joy at the instant velvet 
covering he felt. Her body heat was intense. Her rich loins provided a warm 
syrup for his prick to slide on. Her tight tunnel gave him resistance and a 
firm, constant squeeze. He could not remember any greater pleasure in his 
life than that he felt as he opened her cunt with a slow penetrating motion, 
oozing his cock deep inside her body. 

"Oh, Charlotte--this is HEAVEN!" he exclaimed. 

She almost fainted as the bellman's big cock took full possession of her 
vagina. His innocence and his repression doubled her excitement. She also 
knew that it raised her lust to draw another woman's man into her bed and 
milk off his cock. Adams had been married. This boy was engaged. Yet their 
fabulous hard-ons preferred her body. She slid up under the drive of his rod 
and cried out softly in awe at the hot, rushing thrill of his penetration. 
Scott was a very good fit. His prick rode relentlessly over her clitoris. 

She saw and felt that all his pleasure for the moment was concentrated in 
his sex organ. He held his body aloof from hers, staring down in wonder at 
his stiffness as it dug into her opening, flexed out again covered with her 
syrup, and plunged forward to find its thrilled and thrilling way back into 
her cunt to the womb-depth. He had good moves and yet he was inexperienced, 
involved with the mechanical newness of seeing his cock groove into her 
body. Adams and other men she'd had sex with wanted it all at once. They got 
on top of her, gripped her whole body, rubbed chests on her breasts and 
tried to ram their tongues down her throat. 

It was exquisitely sexy to fuck like this, only crotches touching. All the 
sensations centered in her hot tunnel and his riding prick. She liked being 
taken without being squashed flat on the bed. 

"I can't believe it," he gasped. "Sex... so weird... me going in and out... 
you so tight, slick, hot." 

She curled her legs over his back, timing her thrust motions to his so that 
when his cock drove forward she drove her cunt upward. The friction in this 
slow fuck was incredible... sweet... maddening for her. 

"You're... the hottest male... ever touched," she went. 

She felt his fuck all along her body from her legs up her backbone to the 
top of her skull. Her belly was a wild center of hot, glowing feeling. Why 
had no man ever done her like this before--barely touching, giving her the 
chance to make her own motions instead of crushing down on her. She tried to 
go faster out of a rising, urgent need to be taken and completed, but he 
held her hips and kept his pace, staring down at the action as if 
hypnotized. 

Once again Scott lived in a magic world that he knew would be of short 
duration. He felt he had to cram all of the sights, sounds, feels and tastes 
of hot sex with a top beauty into a short time span. Incredible luck had put 
this gorgeous female under him and he wanted to savor every inch of her body 
and every second of their passion. 

His cock wanted to explode, but he wouldn't let it. He was under tight 
control. He could still taste the slightly salty flavor of her nude skin on 
his tongue and remember the velvet feel of it. He reveled in the sight of 
looking down at those high-standing rich breasts and seeing the red, fussed 
look around the nipples where he'd sucked and bitten, and he could still 
sense the springy firmness and texture of the flesh as well as her 
submissive gasps. Above was the graceful throat and the beautiful face. 
Below was the sexiest sight of all--her pelvic area with her sandy pubic 
hairs matted with sex juice and below that her violated cunt, submitting to 
his thrilled cock, wetting it with her private juices. There was the faint, 
sexy smell of her womanhood and the solid feel of her hips as he held her 
down for the fuck. Her lovely legs circled his buttocks and she undulated up 
against him faster than he drove her. 

He felt total erotic ecstasy. His simple hard-on controlled all of her 
beauty, turned her on like mad. Her eyes were staring and unfocussed. 

"Faster, Scott," she begged. "Fuck me harder. Make me beg with it." 

In his inexperience he'd stumbled onto a valuable erotic secret Get the 
female hotter than you were and you could savor the richness of her 
plunging, wild passion which would lift you higher than your own 
self-centered drive to get it in fast, get it on and get it off. 

He folded down on her nude body now, enjoying the moistness of her sweating 
body, the pressure of her tits on his chest and at last the soft wet lips 
like a silken wound to be laved by his tongue. 

As Scott closed down on Charlotte he began to drill his cock faster into her 
body and deeper, it seemed to her. She began to thrill out of her mind, 
going into her animal bitch. Now was the right time to gather her into a 
hug, crush her and force her. 

"Ah, Scott, oh my God. You're fucking meeeeee to orgasm. Oh, I've got to go 
for you. Oh, hah. 

hah, hah, hah!" 

Her head went back as her eyes went first vacant and then closed and she 
squirmed under him, flexing her loins with all the power of her soft 
muscles. A blinding white vision of being totally opened seized her. It 
seemed like the moving cock split her body almost in half and her clit 
swelled as big as a baseball with all the good feeling. 

"Ah, OHHHHH, I'm fucked. Ah, oh AHHHHH!" 

It was like yesterday now and Scott felt himself dragged to the edge of the 
cliff. In short moments he would go crazed too with pleasure and have to 
fuck her hard and fast. It was like that heavenly scene yesterday when he'd 
seen Adams do it to her--only he had the girl much hotter. She went 
incoherent, whimpering, begging, slobbering, pitching and yawing under his 
cock as it drove faster, ever faster. 

"Oh, hah, he, he, ah, oh, oh, oh, ummmmmmmm, eeeeeee." 

Pure animal bitch sound came from her throat. She seemed to lift against him 
with superhuman strength. Then: "OH, SCOTT!" 

She gave a great gasp, froze and then began to throb with sensational 
pulsations against his cock, locked in a master orgasm. She had never felt 
so thoroughly taken, and by this innocent at that! She reveled in her 
submission, whining and jerking as she thrilled to the limits of her nerve 
net, her whole body out of control, responding to the driving cock with 
incredible squeezes of joy. It was as if this cock penetrated and pierced 
deep into the dark velvet of her lust than had ever happened before. She 
fell back, laughing hysterically in relief, then surged up again to give up 
more of her sex treasure to him. Throb, throb, throb. All the way, 
completely fucked out and used and she was floating in a sweet limbo. 

The excitement was so high that Scott didn't think he could hold on. Yet he 
was determined to stall his own pleasure until he'd felt and recorded every 
thrilling sound, sight and every feeling of the plunging, beautiful bitch 
under him as he made her spend. As she tapered and fell back dazed, he let 
himself go, at last, with utter relief. 

"Now, Char-Char-OH, AHHHHHHH!" he cried as he ascended. 

His orgasm rushed at him as if he were on a speeding motorcycle that plunged 
into a brick wall. Only the bricks were soft as pillows and the sensation 
was the finest he'd ever felt. He hugged the girl tightly and forced his 
prick against her womb. 

Orgasmic waves took over. First he was stilled to a sweet pre-orgasmic 
transfer of all power from muscles to prick. That felt fantastic and a happy 
whine issued from his lips. Then came the pleasure and relief in flooding 
bursts. Spurt, hold, spurt, hold, spurt, hold. His cock seeded her 
lusciously with hot flashes of white hot jism that seemed to come from his 
toes. At the same time he exploded his liquid into her, his nerves 
discharged tension into a soaring feeling of joy and domination, male 
controlling female and making her fertile belly take his hot gushes of 
semen. 

He felt Charlotte groan, rising under him to throb some more as she squeezed 
and milked to get his hot sperm into her body. He rode his own orgasm down, 
delighted to find how much better it was than the masturbation with Oliva 
and the cocksuck with Veronica. There was the wild elation of the first 
burst, the sense of fuck-pleasing and using the woman, then the deeply 
satisfying middle bursts of pure gut joy in blasting out seed into the warm, 
supple target, and finally the end of tension and near-weakness of fury 
spent and job completed. Immediately warm euphoria set in and Scott laid in 
dazed contentment on top of his beautiful and sexy conquest. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was all over at last. Scott felt both relief and regret as Charlotte 
checked out the next day and was gone. The Adams dust-up had given Scott 
super sex experiences with three women, the MIAD, VERONICA and CHARLOTTE. It 
was a small miracle, he knew, might never happen again. Perhaps it was also 
a reward for his own continence, the fates having relented. All the other 
bellhops, in fact, all the men he knew, seemed to be trying constantly to 
get it on with some women and mostly failing. Certainly none of them had 
lucked in as he had with hot numbers like beautiful Veronica and charming 
Charlotte. 

What should a SMART lad do at this point? Forget it and go back to his 
normal, mundane life, appreciating the flurry of erotic heavens he'd 
enjoyed. There was Natalie, there was his mother to keep an eye on, there 
was his future to earn money for. 

Natalie was the main problem. He felt guilty for what he'd done behind her 
back, yet the experience definitely would make him a better husband 
eventually. And all this would not have happened if Natalie had been free of 
the visit of her friend, Paula Vickers. Scott did not care for Paula from 
what little he saw of her. She was attractive enough in a brunette sort of 
way, but she seemed to be a snob. She was an Eastern girl who'd attended the 
same finishing school as Natalie and was now on some sort of vacation, it 
seemed. Natalie had not wanted to introduce her to Scott. She was ashamed to 
admit she was engaged to a bellman which made Scott sore, but he also liked 
the challenge. Some day when he was a famous surgeon he and Natalie would 
look back and laugh at the days when she didn't want to introduce him to her 
snooty friends. 

Then a second old school friend showed up-Barbara Preston. She had a pretty 
face and a voluptuous body, almost pudgy. 

Babs, as they called her, was just the opposite of Paula who was so silent 
and withdrawn. She was lively, laughing, curious, bright and friendly. It 
took her about two hours to penetrate Natalie's secret. Scott felt tickled 
when the rotund Babs dragged Paula down to the hotel lobby and introduced 
him to the Eastern girl, explaining that Natalie's father had hand-picked 
some good raw material to turn into a trained seal husband for his daughter. 

"Isn't he cute?" said Babs right in front of Scott. "If I had a great 
boyfriend like that with such a great bod. I'd give up half my folks' 
money." 

Paula seemed embarrassed, not amused, but Scott found himself kidding with 
Babs and liking her immensely. When she began to flirt with him he liked it 
even better. Later Babs told Natalie that she wanted him assigned to their 
bedroom all night long to protect the two rich girls from kidnapping and 
robbery. 

"That's not funny, Babs," said an embarrassed Natalie. "In the hotel 
business we don't joke about sex." 

"Neither do I," laughed Babs, digging her fingers into Scott's side. "I 
could take your stud as seriously as a million dollars." 

"Oh, Babs." said Natalie. 

Babs caused other problems for the hotel, as the two visitors stayed on. She 
had brought her stereo which she played too loudly and too late at night The 
desk sent Scott up to quiet her down, aware that the girls were friends of 
the manager and Scott had an in through Natalie. 

Babs flounced around in a miniskirt nightie of sorts, wearing, for God's 
sake, boots, and dancing by herself hard enough to raise a sweat. 

"It's called aerobic dancing," she explained to Scott as she bounced. "Great 
for anybody like me that has a weight problem." 

"You're not fat," grinned Scott. "Just voluptuous." Truly, the hefty girl 
was plenty sexy. He could see the teasing fringe of lace-edged panties under 
her flying miniskirt, and her full thighs and legs were shapely. Her 
breasts, almost as big as Charlotte's, bounced freely as she danced, and he 
realized that it would indeed be a thrill to lay it to the girl with that 
big, rich body, the pretty face and the hot vitality. 

"You've just won my heart!" cried Babs. "Please stay all night and help me 
dance." 

"Oh, Babs!" cried the other girl, Paula "He's telling you you have to turn 
your records off." 

Paula didn't look so bad herself. She wore orange nylon pajamas as she sat 
on one of the beds quietly pasting up some pictures in an album. New England 
spinster she might be, but she had big, dark eyes, a hollow-cheeked sort of 
beauty and perky little breasts bold against the nylon. 

Scott told Babs that Paula was right Guests complained about the noise. 

"I only know two pleasures," Babs smiled. "One is dancing and the other is 
boys. So--if I can't dance, come on, Scott, let's fuck!" 

She fell against Scott, laughing, while Paula shrieked. "OH, Babs, Natalie 
will kill you." 

Scott left the room strongly upset. That Babs was a pretty hot number and 
she might just put out if she wasn't sharing a room with Miss Wet Blanket. 
He had no intention of finding out, but that voluptuous body was plenty 
sexy. Ten years from now Babs might be too fat; right now she was a rich, 
luscious feast. She was a live number all right; Bud Walton complained that 
she smoked marijuana and stunk up the whole corridor. 

Next day Natalie took Scott aside and told him she had to fly to New York 
with her folks. The GUARDIAN'S owners had called in her father for a 
meeting. 

"What about your friends?" he asked. 

"Paula's on a two week vacation and Babs came along later to help her out. 
They'll be here. Scott, I'm counting on you to look after them, especially 
Paula. And to control Babs. She gets hyper. I'll only be gone two or three 
days." 

"I'll do what I can." 

Nevertheless, he didn't see Babs or Paula until the end of his shift the 
next day. He finished early in the evening at six. He stood outside the 
hotel, watching the sunset over the city, absorbing the hurry and bustle of 
the going-home crowd. He spent so many hours inside the GUARDIAN, so 
absorbed in his duties and the eternal, colorful sweep of guests that he 
felt out of touch with the city and the world outside. He leaned against the 
buildings. The soft spring breeze brought a hint of awakening nature, 
despite the traffic smells, from a small park across the street Soon it 
would be summer and instead of eighty per cent occupancy they'd have a 
hundred percent and be sending guests to smaller hotels. Tips would be even 
fatter. He'd make a killing this summer and have enough to start college in 
the fall, especially if he took a part-time job along with his studies. 

Life was great. The sex events of the past week had rounded out his 
education and he felt much more mature than when he'd started at the hotel 
six months ago. He wished there were another situation like the Adams 
triangle, but there were none. It was just a sudden, erotic break in the 
humdrum way of life, never to be repeated... 

Babs came up the street wearing a cape. At first he thought it was a nurse 
with that flowing cape and white shoes. Then he saw it was Natalie's pudgy 
friend, wearing a blue cape and white boots. She looked twice as flamboyant 
as if she'd worn a coat, like a refugee from some parade. 

She laughed, waved and stopped. 

"Want to come upstairs and dance to some great disco records?" 

Her cape flew open and he stared at her in astonishment. 

"For God's sake, what are you wearing, Babs?" 

"Oh, this." Her laughter came in merry peals. Don't you see that's my 
aerobic dancing outfit Fast dancing is really exercise you know. Aerobic 
means "with oxygen", exercising where you get out of breath and build up 
your heart, lungs and circulation. So I have to dress light." 

"That's light, all right." 

Her voluptuous body was tightly encased in a white, glistening and tight one 
piece suit. It pulled tight to her crotch and scalloped up high on both 
hips. It corseted her stomach and faired out to contain, as well as it 
could, her full breasts. Two shoulder straps looked too thin to hold the 
light garment on her body. It looked like the costume of a drum majorette. 
The problem was--it needed something underneath for modesty's sake. He could 
make out the red of her nipples and the shape of her sex. It pulled 
revealingly tight over her public hair. 

"Paula's out, and I was dancing, when I suddenly realized I needed some new 
records or I'd get bored. So I threw on this cape and rushed out." 

This he had to see. He went back upstairs with her where she threw off her 
cape, put on her records and resumed her dance session for exercise. It was 
even more sexy than he'd imagined it would be. The costume was made up of 
miniature-tubed material that glistened and stretched beguilingly over her 
young body. Babs had light brown hair and when she released her pony tail 
and began to dance, her eyes sparkled, her body went moist and pink, and her 
breasts were in constant motion. She was about his age, twenty-two and had a 
perfect little ass so that she looked as good from the rear as from the 
front Scott felt aroused, but controlled himself while he joined in the 
dance session. He wasn't much of a dancer; he'd spent his years since high 
school working most of the time, so she had the pleasure of acting as his 
teacher. As the heavy beat of the rock music got in his blood, Scott 
realized how little social fun he ever had. Something like this was great 
because when school started in the fall he'd again have little time for 
frivolity. 

They danced faster, they danced wilder. After a half hour they both 
collapsed on one of the beds, exhausted, Babs falling against him and 
laughing. 

"Great, Scott. You make a star student. Whoosh! I'm bushed. Hey, how come 
you take yourself so seriously? You know the Walton family's using you. You 
know Natalie will never marry you." 

"What?" 

"Ask Paula. They--" Then she saw his face. "Forget it, Scott. Forget I said 
anything. Come on, let's try another record." 

Despite his attempts to question her, she jumped up and began dancing again, 
turning the music too loud for her to hear his questions. At that moment 
Paula came in, glared at them, covered her ears and fled to the bathroom. 

Scott knew Babs was wrong, of course, because Babs was a natural-born tease 
and trouble-maker. She would tell you your wife screwed your best friend 
right in front of them just to get an interesting conversation started. Just 
the same as ! he watched her hot, voluptuous body move he wanted to grab her 
and spank her, and--and-- It was the dancing, it was her costume, it was her 
rich little body and her wiseacre personality. He was all steamed up. 
Suddenly he grabbed her and shoved her on the bed. He held her down by her 
hair and a hand under her chin. 

"You simply said that to seduce me," he accused her. 

"Correct!" she laughed. "I've had the hots for you ever since I hit this 
crummy hotel. She did have a boyfriend once at school, but she'd be crazy to 
trade that APE for you." 

He suddenly knew he could fuck her. He wanted desperately to rape into her 
luscious, pudgy little body like mad. He pressed his mouth on hers and 
rammed his tongue inside. She took it with a gasp, her breath exploding on 
his cheek, as she writhed, making obscene motions with her loins. 

He broke the kiss. 

"You fuck-crazy little bitch. I'd ram my pecker in you, if Paula wasn't in 
the bathroom." 

"Oh, she won't come out for a couple of hours. We could do it!" 

The wild girl fumbled with the fastening of her costume in her crotch. Scott 
saw with a shock that her cunt had stained a big patch down there. She'd 
danced herself crazy-hot. He thought the top of his head would come off with 
the wild race of feelings. God, he wanted to shove it in this life-loving 
little girl. She undid some buttons and stripped herself half-naked to the 
waist. She sat up and off came the outfit, over her head, releasing full 
breasts, nipples rock hard. She wore only those sexy white boots. She 
scooted back on the bed. 

"Come on, hotshot. Our time has come!" she called urgently. 

Scott groaned. If Paula came out of that bathroom and saw them, he was 
finished with Natalie. And maybe his job, the whole thing. Yet the lust 
burned in him. 

"Old sober-sides. Never take a chance," she taunted him. 

His cock was so hard he thought the skin would split. It was three days 
since that fabulous fucking night with Charlotte. He looked down at the 
delicious girl-feast on the bed--and that was it. He stripped, tearing his 
shirt as he pulled off his clothes. The last thing he saw before he mounted 
the ripe girl to fuck her was her swollen pink cunt literally bubbling her 
juice of welcome. 

He sunk into her soft flesh, found her cunt opening and rammed home. He 
thrilled to his toes as his prick unsealed her tight vagina and buried to 
the hilt with hot, silken friction. 

"Ah, you sexy... little bitch... " he gasped. 

"Fuck... my heels off!" she gasped. Her eyes burned hot. Her cunt squeezed 
firmly on his prick. She was much hotter for this sex than even he realized. 
Ever since she'd arrived to help Paula with her vacation and visit Natalie 
she'd been turned on by Scott. Half the time when she was around him, her 
cunt turned to cream. She'd masturbated thinking about him, driving Paula 
half crazy, speculating about Scott's prick and how it would feel inside of 
her. Paula who knew Babs' hot temperament had scolded her endlessly; it did 
not good. Now, at last, she had the real thing planted in her belly and she 
practically frothed at the mouth. She'd come a dozen times, maybe thirty. 

"Oh, Scott, I've been crazy for you to t-take me," she breathed. 

All Scott's experience had been with slimmer women. He'd hardly had a chance 
to feel up Oliva. Veronica had been thin. Charlotte was well-upholstered but 
not voluptuous like THIS. This girl was your sturdy peasant type, with 
shapely, solid loins that could take heavy duty screwing. Scott drew in a 
deep breath. 

"Babs, you'll get all I've got!" 

He slid his prick out and got ready to give her the ride of her life. The 
bathroom door opened and Paula came out. She wore her orange nylon pajamas. 

"I haven't been feeling too well, so I thought I'd rest, if you people will 
turn off--the--mu--" She saw what they were doing. She screamed. "BABS! 
Stop! Stop! What are you doing!" 

It was Scott who stopped, hanging there in sudden misery, his hard cock 
half-driven into Babs' cunt. He stared up into the prim face of Miss New 
England in misery. Big, dark eyes stared into his, hypnotized. 

"Do it, Scott," Babs begged. "She doesn't care." 

The hot girl drove her loins upward impaling his rod deep in her body and 
gave a luscious gasp. She was pure hedonist, crazy for his fuck. 

Scott clutched that soft, sexy body and trembled. Paula Vickers was all 
class a first rate piece of ass. She was wealth, finishing schools, 
snobbery. She was a million miles from his kind of life and that cut him 
deeply. He felt like an animal under her gaze. But the hot cunt stuffed with 
his prick compelled him. He began to move in Babs' saddle. 

"I--got to--if I die for it!" he gasped. "Got to have--sexy little bitch." 

"Ah, yes. Go! Go!" called Babs. 

He was aware that Paula moved. The volume of the music dropped, but the 
intense, hard beat went on. He began to groan in pleasure, hugging the ripe 
young body under him and drilling into her sex passage with his hungry 
prick. It felt so gooooooood! 

He tried to kiss Babs' wet, full mouth but she jerked her head away, 
breathing hard. 

"Can't hold on--want it so much--got to--coooooome." 

He had given his pudgy target less than ten strokes but his crazy lover 
began to grunt and keen and twist. Her cunt squeezed passionately on his 
prick as she gave up her first tribute to his hard-on. He felt like the king 
of the world as the girl gave up her sexuality to him with rich throbs of 
her sex equipment. What a precious fuck-animal she was! 

There was a movement near the bed. He stopped moving, while listening to 
Babs moans of pleasure and feeling her taper in her orgasm. He raised his 
eyes. Those orange nylon pajamas, Paula's belly, was right in front of his 
face. 

"So goooood," crooned Babs. "Paula, he made me come--already. Join us. Get 
in on it. He's--the best." 

He looked all the way up. Paula stared down at him, dark eyes still 
hypnotically fixed on him. Her mobile mouth seemed to twist in some emotion. 

"I--I'm busy down below," grunted Scott. "I could tongue you--that part's 
free." 

"Yes!" cried Babs from below. "Do it, Paula. Let him suck your cunt while we 
fuck. What a PARTY!" 

Before Scott's astonished eyes the orange pajama pants dissolved into 
smooth, bare flesh. There was a cute, curly nest of dark pubic hair, 
plastered with happy juice. As he stared in thrilled silence, the second 
girl mounted the bed, the soft muscles of long elegant thighs moving sexily. 
Up above her mouth worked and her eyes stared but she could make no sound. 
Scott reached up, catching her smooth, warm hips. It seemed like there was 
an electric charge as he touched the nude hips of the elegant young woman. 
He pulled her forward seeing the luscious slice of pink cunt approach his 
mouth. He sank his mouth into her dainty cunt mass, driving his tongue for 
her clit and found it. The second girl jerked and keened. 

"Aieeeeeee!" 

"Everybody FUCKED OUT. At last I know what THAT means." 

As he headed for home he pondered the surprising fact that the sex with 
pudgy, voluptuous Babs and slim, elegant Paula was as good if not better 
than the good-looking Veronica and the incredibly beautiful Charlotte. If a 
girl had average, attractive looks, it was the passion inside of her that 
counted, he concluded. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"You've got to do it," said Bud Walton. "The old man told me you had to 
help." 

"It's a job for security, not the bellmen," said Scott. 

"You show up--Room 518 at seven o'clock," ordered the young security man. 

Scott wandered morosely into the gift shop to talk to his mother. He seemed 
to be closer to her these days. 

"It's just that things seem to be falling apart, Mom," he told her. 

"It's trouble with Natalie, isn't it," said his mother. 

"Yeah, I guess. Or maybe it's me." 

"Just remember, the course of true love never runs smooth." 

His mother and her proverbs. They didn't seem to help much. Scott suspected 
that the fates which had tossed so much erotic joy in his direction a couple 
of weeks ago were out to get him. "Whom the gods destroy they first make 
mad." That was another saying. Well, the good times were over. None of the 
Adams triangle had showed up and he'd never dared chase Olive, the maid. 
Babs and Paula were gone and life somehow seemed drab and hopeless. The fact 
was, Natalie didn't turn him on as much as she once did, before he had had 
all the sex adventures. She was pretty enough but the excitement wasn't 
there. Had he figured his life wrong? He'd noticed that guys who went 
somewhere usually had someone outside themselves to work for--a woman, a 
family. Natalie was WHY he wanted to go to medical school, make something of 
himself. But when, after the excitements of a couple of weeks ago, he tried 
to turn her on she was colder than ever before. 

He'd accused her of the boyfriend that Babs had told him about. She passed 
that off. Babs was a great gossip whose tongue made trouble. Natalie had no 
other man but him. He didn't pursue that very far. If Natalie ever found out 
what he and her friends had done that night, there'd be an explosion for 
sure. Yet even that left him unsure of himself. Was he the sort of guy who 
could only screw strangers, not warm, close ones like Natalie? It was a 
mess. No, the thing to do was settle down in his old life, grateful that he 
hadn't been caught in the wild sex that had come his way. He'd enjoyed it, 
he'd learned from it, matured, and it was in his past. Back to his celibate 
state and his goals--that was the road for Scott Colby. 

Tonight he was supposed to baby-sit with an eighteen year old virgin. How 
about that? Bud explained it all to him: "This guy had his daughter run away 
and came to the city to find her. Bad company, all that, you know. The guy 
comes here and he finds her all right He pries her loose from the hippies 
and dopers, but she's pretty upset He can't take her back home tonight--his 
wife has the car and will pick them up tomorrow. He can't stay with her 
tonight because his boss only gave him time off if he'd make the rounds of 
certain customers here in the city. He can't let his boss know about the 
wild girl--in his small town that stuff doesn't go. So he wants someone to 
keep an eye on the girl until about ten or eleven." 

"A job for security." 

"I got too much else to do. Incidentally, the girl's a virgin and the guy's 
afraid she wants to get out to get herself laid out of revenge for being 
hauled home. That's why Dad said you have to baby-sit. You're one bellman 
that ain't gonna help the girl out." 

Dutifully Scott presented himself to room 518 at seven o'clock. It would be 
dull, dull but Old Walton had nailed him with the job... 

Right away Scott did not like Mr. Holt. The man was about fifty, with mean 
eyes and a pock-marked complexion. He had a way of talking out of the corner 
of his mouth as if he were afraid the police were listening. 

"You gotta keep an eye on the kid, bellman," he said in a hoarse voice. "I 
gotta see some people in these bars and restaurants my boss sells to. I'm 
back at maybe eleven. Don't let her leave this room." 

"What about phone calls?" 

The old man shrugged. "What can the phone hurt if she don't go out?" 

He slipped Scott a twenty dollar bill. Scott felt better. That would make up 
for a lot of tips he'd miss not working the floor. Holt jerked his thumb at 
the bed. 

"That's Ginger over there." 

He winked at Scott and was gone. Scott sighed and put the spring lock on the 
door. He put up the chain and dragged a chair in front of the door. He 
arranged a lamp. He'd brought a book on how to make the grade in college. 

He walked over to the bed where a figure huddled under the bedspread. He 
jerked it back. A pixie face, rather pretty, stared up at him. The girl was 
a redhead, but her hair color was much darker than Veronica Adams. There was 
a smattering of freckles. She wore nondescript jeans and a scruffy man's 
shirt. 

"Hello, Ginger," he said. "I'm Scott. I'll be your pilot for the rest of 
this trip." 

She smiled, flashing her pretty teeth. "You're CUTE!" 

"Just so you don't get cute," he said making his face severe. "You can watch 
TV if you want. I'll be by the door reading." 

The girl stayed on the bed and didn't say anything for the first fifteen 
minutes. She merely sighed a lot to show her exasperation. Finally she 
muttered something about taking a shower and disappeared into the bathroom. 
Absorbed in his book, Scott hardly noticed. They were on the fifth floor and 
the windows were sealed in this air-conditioned building. There were no 
connecting doors for Ginger to get out of. 

Presently she came back out of the bathroom and sat down on the small desk 
near the door, ready to talk to him. Scott looked up and saw, with surprise 
that she'd changed into fancier clothes and gleamed from the shower. She 
wore a cheap grey polyester crepe blouse that hugged her young torso. It 
cupped her rather good sized breasts, uninhibited by a bra of course. She 
wore a pleated dark skirt, mid-thigh, with no stockings or pantyhose and the 
inevitable boots that the young favored so much these days. She showed 
plenty of thigh and leg, smooth and bare, perched on the desk. 

"Do you want to know why my stepfather's so crazy to protect my virginity?" 
she said. 

"No," said Scott. "It's really none of my business." 

"He wants it for himself, that's why. He's been waiting until I reached 
eighteen and he figured the law couldn't get him. That's all." 

Scott couldn't help looking into the girl's troubled brown eyes. They were 
soft and pleading. 

"I expect your mother could stop him," said Scott. 

"My mother drinks a little for breakfast, a little for lunch, and quite a 
lot after dinner," said Ginger. "She figures she's lucky to be married and 
if her new hubby steals a little sex from the kid she won't fuss as long as 
there's no big deal." 

"I'm sorry, Ginger." 

He did feel sorry for the girl. Having seen that mean-faced father, he could 
believe she told the truth. She had that pixie face and a real cute figure 
with a surprising, sexy flare of her hips. Her thighs and legs were shapely 
without a single ounce of fat. She looked about fifteen, fresh from the 
shower, without makeup. A trim little sex package. 

"How would you like to lose your virgin plug to your crummy old father?" she 
asked bitterly. 

"Maybe he won't. Ginger." Scott shifted uneasily in his chair. Why did the 
girl have to show him that much thigh and leg. 

"Oh, he will. Right now. Tonight. Right here on that bed in your crummy 
hotel. Mister. I know him. He's been waiting this chance to get me away from 
home, all alone in some hotel or motel room." 

"Ginger, maybe you ought to call your mother." 

"I called home earlier. She's too polluted tonight to hold the phone. She 
dropped it twice. She suspects but she doesn't want to know what's going to 
happen to her little daughter tonight, when 0l' Verge gets back." 

Scott feared the girl would break into tears. "No OTHER relatives?" 

She shook her head, tears in her eyes. 

"Maybe you could call the police, or something," Scott said. He did feel 
sorry for the kid. 

She walked over close to him. He could smell her clean body and feel its 
warmth as she stood next to him. 

"Mister, cops won't help. He'll call me a "liar" and act sweet as pie. Later 
he'll beat me up. Sometimes he beats up Mom. I know Verge." 

"I guess you're really on the spot," said Scott horrified and fascinated. 

She suddenly turned to walk away from him, her hips swaying. "This is the 
night I learn how to fuck all right. God, I hate to lose my virginity to 
him. I'd rather throw it all out the window. I'd give it to the first guy I 
met on the street. That's WHY I ran away to find Timmy. We were good friends 
in high school and I thought he'd help me out. But it took me three days 
here in the city to find him and 0l' Verge caught up with us before we could 
do anything." 

"That's a pretty sad story. Ginger." 

"You haven't heard the worst. As soon as I turned eighteen which was three 
months ago that old man began to feel me up to make sure I was intact. He 
had his hand between my legs after every date." 

"You're kidding." 

"Well, not every date, but once a week for sure. He didn't want any young 
guy stealing what he thought was his." 

"That's some stepfather." 

"Oh, he didn't just feel inside of me and let me go, Scott. Not that horny 
old buzzard. He'd fool and stroke, and squeeze and rub until I just about 
went out of my mind. For fifteen or twenty minutes or so. Till I had to, you 
know, come. I got really scared when I saw what he was up to. He was 
training me so I'd like the sex when the big night came. The worst of it 
is--I got so I liked it pretty good, even from him. But, Scott, I just can't 
stand the idea of him getting my maidenhead. It kills m-me." 

As two tears ran down Ginger's face, Scott put an arm around the girl. 

"Maybe I can talk him out of it. Ginger." 

"Not him. He's hot to trot. The last time he--made me feel his thing. He 
tried to get me to put my mouth on it. I've petted with guys and I know how 
they get His rod was up and ready, believe me." 

"Ginger, I'll do what I can." 

"It's no use. You think he's out doing his business? No way. He's getting 
half-loaded so he can do it to me tonight. Not too drunk to do it. Just 
hitting a few bars to get his nerve up... Listen, Scott, just let me slip 
out for an hour. I know where to find Timmy. Then at least the old crud 
won't get the best treasure I'll ever have:" 

"Ginger, I can't do that!" Scott groaned. "I'd be fired." 

"I'll give you thirty dollars!" 

"Oh, no, Ginger." 

Scott paced the floor in distress while Ginger threw herself on the bed and 
sobbed quietly. Scott felt all shook up. Still, what if the girl was lying? 
She had a lively mind and she might be meaning to con him, just so she could 
get another session with this Timmy. She'd probably already lost it to him. 

After a while she raised her head. 

"You--you're a good-looking young guy, Scott. Will you--take it?" 

"Me!" 

"It would cheat him. It would serve him right. You could say you fell asleep 
and I got out to see Timmy. Maybe they wouldn't fire you." 

"Ginger, I couldn't!" 

"It kills me that that old man's going to get my virginity. It just kills 
me!" 

Scott paced some more. The thing to do was call Bud and let him handle this 
weird situation. My God! 

She was silent for a while. Then: "You don't believe." 

"Maybe you're exaggerating. Ginger. Just conning me to get with Timmy." 

"Feel me. I can prove it." 

He looked at her closely as she lay on the bed. She had pulled her skirt up. 
There was the excellent curve of her slim legs, the soft sweep of her young 
thighs--and her cunt, exposed, right up to the flaming red hair of her 
belly. She'd worn no panties. Her cunt, small and innocent, looked swollen, 
gleaming with fluid. She was excited all right. Scott hesitated, but the 
sweet shape of that girlhood drew him like a powerful magnet. He gave a 
sound of annoyance at his indecision, walked to the bed and felt inside her 
cunt, trying to be impersonal like the doctor he would someday be. She WAS a 
virgin all right. He could feel the taut membrane that sealed off her cuntal 
channel. She was also in heat from the reddened condition of her sex organ 
and the juice. 

"Please, Scott. Do it! Help me cheat him. After that I can handle 
everything. It's tonight that kills me." 

"Gingerrrrr," he groaned. 

He turned from the bed, walking back to the door. The girl was annoyed. The 
telephone rang. 

He started for it but she got there first. Her jaw hung slack as she 
listened to the voice on the other end. Apparently it wasn't Timmy. 

"Oh, yeah... everything's all right. Verge. Your prison guard has me boxed 
in. I haven't left the room. Uh-huh... Uh-huh." Suddenly she got an 
inspiration, Scott could see. Her eyes danced. "Uh, listen. Verge, your 
bellman's out in the hall for a minute. You sound pretty drunk. Listen, 
Verge, are you going to examine me tonight You know. Do the things we did 
before. Uh, yeah, I thought so." 

She gestured violently to Scott and as he walked over she spoke again: 
"We're really going to do it tonight? You sure? You're not too drunk?" 

Then she handed the instrument to Scott. He listened and there was no doubt 
that it was Vergil Holt on the other end of the wire. Scott could almost see 
the pock-marked face and the sidemouth whisper. 

"... gonna get it on and fuck till dawn, kid. I been waiting for a chance at 
that hot little plugged hole a yours for months, baby, so don't figure you 
can get out of it." The tones were slurred. Sure enough Verge had loaded on 
a few. "Give me an hour. Ginger and I'll make you into some kinda' woman. 
You'll love it, my big prick up your--" 

Scott held the phone away from his ear, gave it back to Ginger. It was crazy 
and it was weird, but the kid told the truth. Ginger mumbled some more to 
the man and then hung up. She faced Scott, shrugging her shoulders. 

"You heard the man. I'm his TARGET for TONIGHT." 

She covered her face with her hands, ran to the bed and threw herself face 
down on it. She wept. Her skirt had ridden way up and Scott found himself 
staring at her sweet legs, her soft back thighs and her sexy little exposed 
ass, quivering in her agony. 

He shook his head once as if to clear away his doubts and then began to 
undress. Naked, he slid onto the bed beside her and turned her face up from 
the pillow. 

"Oh," she said. "Oh." She sniffled a couple of times, her tears on her face 
when she saw he was naked and his cock was hard. He kissed her gently on the 
mouth. 

"I've never deflowered a virgin, Ginger. I'm not sure I'll be good at it." 

"I don't know much about it either, Scott, but I'm sure it'll be FINE. 
You're saving my life, man. Oh, thank you, thank you, Scott!" Her soft brown 
eyes worshipped him. 

She undressed quickly, joining him on the bed. He wanted to start out gently 
and work up to it, but she was ALREADY hot. No wonder, she'd been thinking 
about nothing but sex all day long. 

"Stick it in me, Scott. Get it over with. Later we can fool around some 
more, if you want." 

She WAS right, of course. The drunken man might head back for Room 518 at 
any time. He spread her legs, looked down on her slim, young body and shook 
his head. The naked girl was one of the most delectable, erotic sights he'd 
ever seen in his life, so small and perfectly shaped, yet mature and 
fuck-ready with those wide hips. Her skin gleamed, almost golden in the room 
lights and her rather large breasts presented him with nipples locked in sex 
tension. 

He eased his cock to her entrance and drove it in. The head slotted her all 
right and he thrilled to her interior body heat and the silken juices. Then 
he met her obstruction. He pressed his cock hard against it, and she gasped. 

"Ah--you'll have to shove--pretty hard, I guess." 

He eased back, thrusting forward once more, with still more pressure. Her 
face went white and she gave a whine of pain. 

"I guess... I got... a thick one. Oh, oh." 

"Baby, I'm sorry--" 

"Let me try. Just hold." 

She gritted her small white teeth and shoved her cunt hard against his 
prick. He felt a stab of pain, but she howled and fell back. 

"I guess--I'm not so brave. Just let me--rest a minute." 

Her head went back and she breathed hard. He held her trembling, soft body 
and shook his head in wonder. Scott Colby, deflowering his first virgin. The 
fates had picked him up again. And he loved it... but not her pain. 

Would it be better to break it with his fingers? Cut it with something. But 
somehow that would be cheating. He held her body and dug in again, aware 
that she sweated from the tension and excitement and so did he. Resistance. 
It was very sexy and he felt his male hormones zing. He was being too tender 
and solicitous of her. This female cunt had to be taken ABRUPTLY. 

He brought his cock back, ramming her so hard her teeth clicked. And again, 
and again. 

"Ah, oh, oh, oh, ah!" she gasped wailing in pain. 

But he'd felt her gristle give in a little. 

"Scott," she whispered, "I can't stand it We'd better rest some more." 

He looked down at the center of action. His prick had definitely battered 
deeper, even deeper into her cunt. The first two inches were covered with 
her oils--and blood. The sight of it made his heart pound in primitive, 
rising desire. He took firm hold of her hips and battered her again, digging 
fiercely with all his loin power at her tight, blocked entrance. She arched 
back as if he'd rammed her with a hot poker. 

"OH, GOD," she went and she began to cry. 

But he had torn loose more of her stubborn gristle and felt his cock ooze 
deliciously and deeper into her. She tried to push him away now with her 
arms, moaning. He was caught in the lust of it Once again he notched her 
cunt, thrilled to the bone to feel the hot, bright blood on his prick. Wham, 
wham, wham. 

"Yeeeeeeeee," she went. 

Her face was deathly white as she writhed under him helplessly. 

"Oh, Scott, don't. I can't--I can't--" 

More of her hymen had surrendered. He was pretty well in now and needed only 
one more good prick-battering. 

"Hold on, baby, you're almost a woman." 

"Oh, Scott, I'm dyiiiiiiing," she moaned. 

Once again his cock came out, blood-covered and oily and the sight made his 
toes curl. It was the experience of a lifetime. He rammed forward, thrilling 
to his toes as he felt her hymen finally give way. She arched up under him, 
lifting him from the bed, giving a powerful grunt of exquisite pain. Then 
they both felt the miracle. His cock oozed slowly, easily and gently deep, 
deep, into her body. He'd fucked through her virginity. 

She lay passive under him, white-faced but grinning. He felt the pain of his 
exertions now. His prick had taken some battering too. She was open, stem to 
stern. The realization of what he'd done, and the joy of it swept over his 
belly. His cock began to swell and throb. 

"Here it comes. Ginger," he sang. 

Sweet, incredible pulsations seized his belly. He hugged the girl, kissed 
her velvet lips, shivered and began to seed her, giving up luscious deep gut 
spurts as his cock squeezed off delight after delight "Oh, Ginger, you're 
fucked. I'm coming, filling you--up." 

She watched him fascinated. "I feel so gooey down there... Ohhhhh." 

He'd never felt such a tight cunt. It was locked to his prick all along its 
length, but the feel of her natural juices, her blood and his semen was 
intensely sexy. He kept his cock inside of her and began to kiss her and 
knead her big breast at the same time. He still felt sexed up. He'd spurted 
quite a lot in her channel but somehow it didn't feel like a complete 
orgasm. He slid his tongue into her mouth and after a moment she caught on 
to the trick of french kissing and began .to kiss him back. She was 
inexperienced all right, but a thrilled and willing lover. Presently she 
began to move her loins on his member which remained more than half hard. 

"Are we fucking now?" she whispered. 

"I've fucked you once and I'm going to fuck you again, this time for 
pleasure," he told her. 

"I LOVE you, Scott. You DID it! You DID it!" she exclaimed. 

"The old man can never take it away from you now. Ginger. It's gone. I'd 
like you to feel good now." 

"The pain's gone. I just feel a little stiff down there. I love having your 
thing in me. I could do this all day." 

Her tight little cunt kept working on him, making his prick hard. The 
friction had started a new batch of jism to be manufactured in his balls. He 
realized with growing delight that he was going to seed this sexy little 
girl twice without removing his rod from her body and give her her first 
orgasm if he could. 

Her eyes widened. 

"It feels good now. Hey, it really feels good. Huh--ahhhh." 

Her movements which had been experimental before began to become erotic as 
his cock worked on her clit and the pain of her deflowerment died down. He 
could sense from the tender way she moved on his cock that she felt his fuck 
right up to her backbone. She began to melt and soften under him, losing the 
tenseness that had locked her while she gave up her virginity. 

"Scott, I'm going to LOVE fucking. Oh, I LOVE you." 

He was restored now. He began to drive his prick in and out of her setting 
up a steady rhythm. She began to gasp in pleasure and those soft, brown eyes 
got bigger. 

"Uuuuuuu, I feel that now. Way up inside deep. Oh, Scott, I know you're 
making a baby in me. Oh, God I love it!" 

It was glory-time for Scott and the young innocent girl. He was fascinated 
as he enjoyed this new sex situation. His sperm explosion into her cunt 
after her deflowerment eased his tension but still had not satisfied his 
love need. The sexy clutch of her young cunt was enough to arouse him for a 
second try. At first there was a pleasant burn in his cock and balls from 
their movements which escalated into hotter and hotter desire as his 
teased-pleased glands whipped up a new batch of hot jism. While this sweet 
pleasure went on down below, he could savor the rest of her charms--and 
teach her the ways of erotic intercourse. 

He rolled over, putting her on top of him, her smaller figure relieved of 
his weight. 

"Sometimes THIS angle gives the girl more fun," he told her. 

"Scott... it's so weird and great I can feel your thing--clear up like it 
rubs the underside of my stomach." She lifted herself off him, in the 
freedom of being on top and stared down to where his now-stiff cock violated 
her cunt. "I can see it riding in and out--of meeeeeee. Wow! I'm really 
doing it at last!" 

He laughed. "Sweet baby!" 

With her slimness he could reach clear down to the back of her knees and 
stroke all the way up the smooth, warm skin of her back thighs, enjoying the 
curves and the solid feel of soft girl muscles. He dug his hands into her 
buttocks and made her loins move to fuck him by this action alone, making 
them both laugh. He hugged her around the waist forcing the breath out of 
her lungs and feeling powerful enough to squeeze her warm, sweating body 
close, close to his flesh. 

He pulled her forward and ate her breasts, first one and then the other. She 
was breast-sensitive and had to catch his head and try to restrain him as he 
sucked and nibbled her hard nipples. 

"Gee--go easy there!" she begged. "I feel your sucking--all the way down to 
my belly. Uuuuuueeeeee." 

When he tired of that and her nipples were red from his usage, he licked and 
nibbled around her throat and jaw, back under her ear, making her hug him 
and shiver. She was an exquisite jewel of a sex instrument and he'd had 
enough experience now to play her with skill. By the time he settled on 
deep, luscious french kisses, he had her so hot her loins drummed on his 
prick. It was no longer fun and kidding, it was serious sex. Her breathing 
got heavy, her body was moist all over, there was a blush on her face and 
her eyes began to glaze. 

"Oh, I want it, want it," she moaned. 

He sucked her pink tongue out of her mouth and held it possessively between 
his teeth, not letting her have it back. She shook her head and whined but 
this gentle touch of sadism thrilled her to greater heat as she lifted 
towards her cute bitch animal. At last he let go of her tongue. 

"I think I--oh!--got to come prrrrretty soon," she managed. 

Inside of her she felt exciting new wonders that she hadn't dreamed she'd 
find in sex. The excruciating rub of his big prick on her clitoris made her 
feel as if her belly opened wider and wider. Each stroke seemed to penetrate 
her every cell and she wanted to draw his whole being inside of her body. 
His hot, ever-moving hands, tongue, lips, crazed her, stroking, biting and 
nibbling her skin at a hundred love points. Time ceased. Her identity 
ceased. She was a golden TREASURE of flesh dedicated to that velvet plunging 
cock that owned her every cell. She rose--rose--beginning to keen... 

The door of Room 518 opened softly, slowly. The malevolent eye of Bud Walton 
appeared in the crack as the security man studied the room. Because the 
chain was up, he could not enter. He did not have to. He could see all there 
was to see in the space he was allowed. The bed was on a direct line of 
vision with the door. He stared with hungry attention at the sexy sight on 
the bed as Scott fucked the young virgin... 

Scott was totally unaware that he was being spied upon. He was in the throes 
of creaming the young girl, attentive to the hot sensitivity of her body. 
She went helpless in her passion, twisting and bucking out of control, her 
eyes getting big. 

"Ahhh, eeee, something's--happening!" she cried. 

"Let it go, baby," he laughed. 

As she grunted to her peak and froze he added the final touch. He'd learned 
with Paula the erotic use of the female asshole. He did not try to violate 
the girl's pucker. He merely put a strong finger on her sphincter and dug at 
that sensitive spot, just as she peaked. 

"HALOOOOOOO!" she went. 

Her eyes opened wide and then rolled back in her head as she expired on top 
of him, throbbing excited squeezes of her cunt and asshole in her orgasmic 
glory. She was all of the way there, totally out of her head, a sex-dying, 
spending animal as she grunted, slobbered, jerked and cooed. She ran off 
throb after throb, wild to give up every ounce of her sex treasure. 

For Scott it was a new and different kind of orgasm. Always before he'd been 
either the excited student, the wonder-struck participant or the crazed, 
plunging male, eager to blast into the female he was with. This orgasm was 
exquisitely controlled and easy. The lust had come in the taking of Ginger's 
hymen. Now he teased the girl through her spends feeling remote and superior 
as he turned her into a fucked animal bitch and then, as she finally began 
to taper and fall back to normalcy, breathing hard, he pleasured himself 
with a lordly, condescending orgasm. 

He let his prick ride up easily to that hot point of no return. It was pure 
delight to watch and feel his own orgasm even as he enjoyed it. There was 
the precious moment when his pleasure-crazed nerves could no longer contain 
the need to explode. It was like sliding deliciously right off into space. 
He felt all his muscles tighten in pleasure, chest, belly, cock, thighs and 
calves. Male was stilled in heavenly suspense with all masculine power 
gathered behind his sex equipment to explode his liquid outward. 

The convulsive ejaculations burst. They were one part cream pleasure, one 
part relief, and one part high satisfaction at feeling his body-hot sperm 
squirted into the female's cunt Spurt, pause, spurt, spurt, pause. 

"Ahhhh... oh. Ginger... I am... fucking off... in... youuuuu," he went. He 
held her smooth buttocks, relaxed now from her own orgasm, and kept up his 
happy grunts and hot ejaculations into the young cunt that he'd just 
deflowered. In those open animal moments he felt close, tender and loving of 
the girl he'd saved from usage by the older man. He ran off his spurts, 
savoring each one and letting them taper into the glow of his euphoria in a 
natural and easy fashion. He was no longer a neophyte, but a skilled lover, 
able to satisfy his female and relish every joy that the sex act held. 

Gung, gung, gung. Right down to the finish and then finally releasing the 
female, as glad that the tension was gone as he had been to feel it before 
he'd shot off his sperm. 

"Perfect!" he sighed, stretching under Ginger. 

"Thank you, Scott Thank you a million times," she breathed. 

The eye at the door vanished. The door quietly closed and Bud Walton moved 
on... 

He should not have dawdled, but Ginger was such a sweet little package of 
young charms that he spent some time kissing and stroking the girl after the 
end of the master double-fuck. She was willing. 

seemingly endlessly delighted with all this love-making. 

Suddenly the door was attacked by fists and kicking. 0l' Verge had returned. 

"My God!" Scott gasped. 

The bed was a mess, the girl was a mess, he was a mess. There was mingled 
blood and sex juices smeared on both of them and on the sheets. Scott dived 
for his pants. Finally the goods had turned on him, after all of the 
successful, unobserved sex. Even as he struggled with his clothes, he could 
see that he was really doomed this time. The young girl certainly 
wouldn't--and shouldn't--be blamed. Holt would massacre him with Mr. Walton. 
Natalie would learn that her dear Scott had humped a young virgin guest The 
clerks and other bellboys would have a ball with it--Scott Colby, the famous 
Mr. Prude, had got caught with his pants literally down! 

He moaned in shame and more than a little embarrassment. Ginger shot past 
him to unchain and open the door. Her face was a strange study and he 
thought he understood. She would beg off by blaming Scott, by rushing to the 
stepfather and claiming it had not been her fault There was no other way out 
for her. He couldn't blame her for admitting to it and trying to side with 
the Old Man. 

Vergil Holt burst through the door and slammed it behind him. His eyes 
glared, his shoulder hunched like a fighter's. He peered at the naked 
Ginger. There was blood on her lower belly and semen on her inner thighs. He 
glared at Scott The bellman hopped about helplessly, one leg in his pants, 
one out His cock bore the rest of the damning evidence. He could not have 
been more nailed to the wall if he'd planned his downfall carefully. It 
flashed through his mind all of a sudden that this was payment for all the 
stolen sweets he'd enjoyed without detection--Oliva, the maid, Mrs. Adams, 
Charlotte, Babs and Paula. His day of reckoning had come. 

He stopped struggling and trying to get into his pants. He looked Mr. Holt 
right in the eye. 

"Your daughter is no longer a virgin, Mr. Holt. I'm afraid I had something 
to do with it You SHOULDN'T have-" 

Something WAS wrong. Something was VERY wrong. Ginger did not look scared, 
shocked or embarrassed. She merely looked happy as she squeezed the old 
man's arm and said: "Well, Verge, we finally got rid of my dumb plug." 

Holt swayed at little and burped. He stared at Scott and--bent over in a 
gracious and courtly bow. 

"My stepdasser, I mean stepdaughter, and I thank you for your kind act 
tonight." 

He walked right past Scott and sat down on the edge of the bed and began to 
take off his clothes. The eyes still looked mean to the shocked and frozen 
Scott, and the pock-marked face looked as evil as ever, but Holt's 
expression was benign. 

"Now if you'll excuse us, my dear boy, it is my turn to bed the nubile young 
girl." 

Ginger went up to Scott and hugged him. 

"Please forgive me, Scott. Forgive us. We had to do it this way. I had to 
lie a little. You see, my mother caught us necking once. She made Verge 
promise he wouldn't take my virginity. That's all he promised, that he would 
never take my maidenhead." 

From the bed Verge said: "NEVER go back on your promises, boy. That's all 
that separates mankind from the--burrrrp!--beasts of the field." 

"Verge and I are in love," Ginger went on. "We planned this and I'll tell 
Mom it was Timmy, so you're clear, Scott. It's so GREAT. Up till now all we 
could do is have oral sex and masturbate." 

When Scott finally got dressed and cleared out of Room 518, Ginger had 
cleaned herself and popped back into bed with the naked and hardcocked 
Vergil, Scott closed the door on them quickly and went off down the hall 
feeling sickened. 

The nerve of the little tart--and that ugly old man. They'd set him up and 
used him to make the girl's cunt available to the stepfather. They probably 
hadn't even been able to find Timmy in the city and had fallen back on this 
ruse to egg on the victim. The girl's act had been beautiful but the phone 
call was really the master-stroke. What red-blooded bellman, or any other 
man, could've resisted. If she'd just asked outright most guys would've 
thought her weird or crazy or trying to trap them and would've refused. He'd 
been conned by two real experts! 

Suddenly he stopped. Conned? Why, he had the TIME of his life! The girl was 
as sexy as he'd ever hope to find. Her maidenhead had been very real and so 
delicious to take from her. He had, in fact, enjoyed the privilege of 
deflowering her and had a second luscious fuck besides. Ginger had really 
liked him too. It had been a wild, wonderful time. What did he expect for 
twenty dollars, the undying love of a girl he'd never laid eyes on before? 
Laughing happily he went back to his duties on the floor to close the shift. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was midnight when Scott finished his shift, heading for the locker room 
in the basement to change out of his uniform. His body felt great after the 
sex with the little virgin, and his soul felt at peace. He felt he had 
matured immensely in the past few weeks, especially when it came to women. 
His self-censor was not so well-pleased. He could feel his affection for 
Natalie slipping away, more each day. There was a chill between them now. It 
was as if they remained engaged only because people expected it of them--her 
father, his mother. 

Each sex episode had cost more blood out of his basic relation with Natalie. 
The more he got involved with these other adventures, the more guilty he 
felt, the more distant he became and the more dissatisfied he felt about her 
physically. He blamed her, because when he approached her and tried to make 
love she pushed him away and said she wanted to save physical love until 
they were married. He also blamed himself. He really didn't turn on to 
plain, sensible Natalie as he had for these other women he'd had sex with. 
But in the long run, of course, he needed a plain, sensible woman for a 
wife. The novelty of beauty soon wore off. A steady woman meant steady goals 
and a peaceful, useful life instead of ups and downs, hassles and breakups, 
orgies followed by loneliness. 

He still pondered these weighty matters when the attack came. He was alone 
in the locker room. There was a scraping sound and he looked up to see the 
contorted, enraged face of Tom Riley, the bartender. There was no time to 
react Tom hit him a tremendous blow in the stomach and Scott doubled over. 
Tom kicked him to the floor. Even then Scott might've recovered and gotten 
into the fight, because he was so strong. Tom prevented that with a savage 
kick to the kidneys that made Scott scream and blanked out his mind in 
white-hot pain. He'd never felt such a shock in his life. Then as he tried 
to rise, wheezing from the loss of breath, crazed with the pain of the 
kidney treatment, Tom advanced again. 

"You're fucking my WIFE, you bastard. You're ruining my marriage. You trying 
to steal my Oliva from me." 

Wham! Scott caught a fistful of knuckles to his eye. Then Tom kneed him in 
the groin and as Scott flew back with a new scream of agony he belted Scott 
in the kidneys one more time. Scott gave one final howl of distress and fell 
to the cement floor, knocked out... 

It was a sober group of people who gathered in the Victorian Suite of the 
GUARDIAN Hotel a couple of days later. Old Man Walton, Bud Walton and the 
First Assistant Manager were there to represent the management. Todd, the 
Bell Captain, represented the bellmen, while Snyder, one of the desk clerks, 
spoke for them, the housemen and maids. 

"Riley has to go or you've got a strike on your hands," said Todd. 

"The clerks and the rest of the staff go with the bellmen," said Snyder. 
"People who work here have had it up to eternity with Tom Riley. His 
punch-out of Scott Colby is the final straw. Riley GOES or WE GO." He went 
on to enumerate all the problems with Riley, the bad room service orders, 
the spying for senseless infractions, the man's dangerous jealousy over his 
wife. Most damning of all, the bartender had recently been trying to have 
sex with some of the housemaids and bar girls even while insisting that his 
wife be faithful. 

"He's either on drugs, drinking, or going around the bend into insanity," 
Todd told the Hotel Manager. "We won't work around him anymore. That's 
FINAL." 

"The matter's out of my hands," said the general manager. "Tom Riley is a 
lifetime friend of a man who became rich and started the GUARDIAN chain of 
hotels. He promised Tom that he would always have a job at one of the 
hotels. You'll have to talk to Mr. Harrison Weber, principal stockholder in 
the company back in New York. My hands are tied." 

"Let one of the other hotels take him on then!" cried Scott. He had pretty 
well recovered physically from his beating but he had sworn to kill Tom 
Riley the next time he saw him, and there'd be no backing down. The 
bartender would come back into this hotel only over his dead body. 
Fortunately for all concerned, the manager had sent Tom on a "vacation" out 
of town as soon as he'd learned of the incident "Tom's not so bad," said 
young Bud Walton. "I think he keeps you guys on your toes, and you need 
someone--" 

A chorus of yells and boo's cut him off. The old man glared at his father. 

Scott enjoyed that He had always marveled at Walton's intention of teaching 
Bud the hotel business. Bud had no feel for people, no sense of give and 
take. For him everything was black and white, and Scott had a feeling that 
Bud's security job was about as high as he'd ever go. On the desk he 
couldn't even rent a room to a guest with a reservation without getting into 
an argument. 

Walton had obviously hoped to soothe everybody's feelings by taking over the 
best suite in the hotel and having "open house" where everybody could "speak 
his piece", while some cheap punch and cookies were served. It didn't work, 
at least not with the bellmen and the house staff of maids and janitors. 
After a futile debate the clerks headed back downstairs, but the rest 
stayed. 

"The best I can do is give Riley another two weeks' vacation before he comes 
back," said Walton. "It's time for EVERYBODY to go back to work." 

"Oh, no, Mr. Walton," said Todd. "We've got to talk this over and hash it 
out. We're just going to keep this room open and keep this little party open 
for the rest of the night. Why don't you send up some hot hors d'ouevres for 
your hardworking staff?" 

Walton suddenly colored a deep red. 

"Are you refusing--" 

"YEAHHHHHH," chorused the room. There were cheers at the thought of having a 
bash on the house. 

"I'll fire every goddam--" 

"You do and you'll get a union in here like you had once before," smiled 
Todd who went back to the old days. The white-haired Bell Captain apparently 
enjoyed his temporary power over Walton. "So why don't you just go back to 
your own suite, Mr. Walton, and we'll let you know our answer in the 
morning." 

"We'll call the cops on you!" Bud shouted. 

But the old man apparently saw that the situation was too loose to control. 
He shoved Bud out of the room and left himself without a backward look. 

"What happens now?" Scott asked Todd. 

"We're going to have a helluva party for the bellhops and maids right here 
in the Victorian Suite," laughed Todd." We'll get booze and food from the 
kitchens too. Old Walton will let us run for tonight." 

"I just want to get my hands on that Tom Riley," said Scott. "I never 
bothered his wife." 

"Sure, but he hates you the most. Maybe we can get him shipped to the new 
GUARDIAN in Houston. Let's not think about it tonight, Scott. We've got 
Walton over the barrel for a few hours and we can work him for free food and 
drink, so let's just enjoy it." 

The party started. Natalie called Scott, of course, from her parents' suite 
and wanted him to break up the demonstration and help her father. 

"Natalie, that jerk almost killed me." 

"Well, he got suspended. Now Dad needs your support." 

"I just don't feel that way, Natalie. I want to stay here at the party with 
my friends." 

"I'm giving you an hour to show up," said Natalie. "If you really cared 
about me, my family and the future, you'd be insisting on the people going 
back to work right now. You carry weight with them. The fuss is over you and 
that fight anyway." 

Scott hung up sadly. He didn't see any way he could meet Natalie's 
ultimatum. He just wasn't going to let Tom Riley get by with the nasty kind 
of beating he'd had to suffer... 

Scott poured himself a drink and sat on an ancient Victorian sofa with claw 
legs. He didn't feel very much like a party; what he really wanted to do was 
get stinking drunk. The party flowed around him with some of the kitchen 
help from downstairs joining in. The restaurants were closed but the 
kitchens were open, sending up cheeses and dips and hot meat balls and 
finally platters of sliced ham, beef, chicken and turkey. The staff gorged 
and then turned to the drinks which the food people also managed to wangle 
away from the bar stocks. It was going to be a costly party for Mr. Walton. 

"Don't worry," said Todd, passing by. He had a thick beef, ham and cheese 
sandwich in one hand and a turkey leg in the other. "Walton won't mind 
popping for this party, if it staves off talk about unionizing. Headquarters 
will pick up the tab without batting an eye." 

"I just want to get rid of that klutz, Riley," said Scott. 

Todd waved his drumstick at the room. The crowd laughed, danced, cheered, 
yelled and swayed back and forth. Maids and waitresses were all being 
chased, kisses stolen. 

"It's all in your honor, boy, but this is the end of the road. I'm afraid. 
All these guys and gals that are so hot tonight will feel different tomorrow 
when they wake up with indigestion and hangovers. They'll start thinking 
again about their jobs and their futures. They'll forget Riley almost ruined 
you and may someday kill somebody." 

I won t. 

"Enjoy it while you can, son. Walton will be back in charge tomorrow. 
There'll be an investigation and people will sweat. There'll be hard 
lectures and new rules. But nobody will be fired, and we'll ignore the new 
rules just like we ignore the old rules. It's all the game of life in the 
hotel business." 

Scott smiled sadly and watched Todd bounce off to attack the bar and, 
incidentally, try to hug one of the waitresses with a sandwich in one hand 
and his maestro's baton of a turkey leg in the other. Well, if he was the 
guest of honor he could hardly leave. He no longer wanted to get drunk 
though. He'd leave as soon as he could and have a serious talk with himself 
in some quiet place. 

He looked across the room and was astonished to see Oliva Riley talking to 
some of the people across the room. He thought she'd gone with Tom on his 
"vacation" suspension, but there she was cute as a button and big as life, 
all on her own. She wore a purple jump suit that clung to her fabulous 
figure and easily made her the prime target for all male eyes in the room. 
The jump suit seemed flashy for her and he thought there was a new animation 
in her face. The shy Spanish beauty appeared to have shed some of that 
modesty. 

Scott flashed back to a few weeks ago and that scene in Adams' room when 
she'd come in on that hot sex. When she and he had suddenly found themselves 
in that weird masturbation scene. It seemed so naive, like it happened to 
some fresh kids a couple of centuries ago. Since then there's been Veronica, 
Charlotte, Babs, Paula and Ginger, the virgin. Yet it had all started that 
day in Adams' room when the Chicano beauty had run into his arms and they 
both boiled over. He hadn't seen her since. In fact, he'd avoided her. In a 
way Tom Riley was justified in bashing him around, because he had had some 
sex with the guy's wife. But it didn't justify a dangerous beating like he'd 
had... 

"Our little doll's growing up," said a familiar voice in his ear. 

"Harvey! HARVEY DONALDSON!" 

Sure enough, it was his old friend who'd been fired by Walton on that same 
day a couple of weeks ago or so. Harvey wore a bellman's uniform from 
another hotel, a smaller one down the street. He'd heard there was some 
action up this way so he ducked out on his shift to return to the GUARDIAN. 
His new job was okay, but nowhere near as good as here; the crowd was less 
affluent and the tips ran smaller. 

"But what the hell," said Harvey. "The sex is the same. A lonely woman shows 
up every once in a while." 

Chubby, smiling Harv with his lock of hair eternally falling into his eyes 
was the same old Harv; to him you worked, ate, slept and maintained yourself 
in order to have sex. It was his life. Scott had seen some of the dogs Harve 
bedded, but he liked the young man--maybe because he was so opposite in 
nature. He felt better after talking to Harv for a while. Whenever they got 
together he seemed to absorb some of Harv's reckless, lighter attitudes. 

Harv floated away, girl chasing as always, and other people floated by to 
talk to Scott, see how he was feeling, talk about what a pig Riley was. To 
Scott it seemed like it was going on forever. Somebody told him that the 
clerks and assistant managers were doing all the work downstairs, carrying 
the luggage, handling room service, keeping the hotel moving. 

"They'll hate us tomorrow," Scott laughed. 

"Naw," said the guy who told him. "They love it. Change of pace. You spend 
all your working time doing the same thing, something like this where you 
pitch in to do something else gives everybody a lift. They'll be talking for 
years around here about this wildcat kind of strike." 

He became aware that the party thinned out. The drinkers went off to locate 
themselves closer to the sources--in the hotel basement. The sex partners 
found themselves more private locations--broom closets and linen closets, 
Scott guessed, amused. Others went home or stumbled off to hit some of the 
late night spots. It was after eleven and the hotel was QUIET. The party had 
not bothered the regular guests at all because the Victorian Suite and one 
other suite occupied the whole floor and the other suite was vacant tonight, 
so there was no one up here to disturb. 

Natalie's hour of the ultimatum had passed a long time ago, but still Scott 
sat on the sofa, unmoving. There was going to be a showdown with her 
tomorrow, he knew that. 

"I sorry, Scott I sorry meeee husband beaten up on you." 

It was Oliva Riley who'd come over to the sofa to sit beside him. He started 
and blushed. God, she was beautiful. As he looked into her face his mind 
registered again that she had the most delicate, creamy skin he'd ever seen 
on a woman. With her flashing dark eyes and her long, dark hair, with her 
curves and that mobile mouth she had everything you'd find in a TV or movie 
star. 

"It was a BAD deal, Oliva," he said. 

"I know. You not give me trouble," she said. 

Was that a flicker in her eyes? How did she remember that day in Adams room, 
with Scott's cock spurting all over her uniform? Or did she force all of 
that out of her mind? 

She began to talk in her ruptured English and he found, to his surprise, 
that her mood was very much like his. She felt sad and disturbed about her 
future. Tom had been going down hill for a long time. They were not, you 
know, as passionate as a couple like they once had been. In fact, Tom had 
slowly stopped being a husband to her. Then she found out that he was 
intimate with one of the bar girls. She'd almost left him when that came to 
light He cried, he got down on his knees and begged her to forgive him, 
which she finally did. Two weeks later he was after another woman, a lush 
who came to the bar often. They fought all the time after that. 

Scott found it hard to believe what he heard. The girl was the most 
beautiful woman he'd seen since Charlotte and in some departments she beat 
Charlotte. Maybe not charm for charm, but Oliva had a silkiness, a latin 
fire bubbling under that. She didn't have much of a handle on the English 
language but she was not dumb or objectionable as to her personality. Riley 
must be out of his head. 

"SEX is all the mens care about," she complained shaking her head. "Riley 
gets tired of me, he wants other sexes with other women. Mens hear that we 
don't no longer live together, all day long they come at meeeee. They find 
somehow my seester's phone where I leeve, they call, even late at night. 
Wake children." 

"I can see how it is, Oliva. You're a very pretty woman." 

She flashed white teeth at him. "Thank you, Scott. I am liking you, too. But 
you must come to the bedroom. I have to show you somethings." 

There were less than a dozen people left at the party now. Scott and Oliva 
made their way across the big living room which was a mess of glasses, 
plates, drinks and food and into the bedroom of the suite. Like all hotel 
suites it was a complete apartment, with its own kitchen, bedroom, living 
room and bar. The bedroom was empty but there was a box on the bed. Oliva 
reached in and pulled out a garment. She unfurled it for Scott to see. 

"Thees--it's what Tom sends me from his no-pay vacation. After all the 
things that happen, he sends it" It was a black satin Chinese robe, with a 
red dragon sewn on one breast and a green dragon sewn on the other. The 
inside lining was white satin. 

"You see? SEX, again." 

She was sure right about that. That dress or robe, trim and tight with a 
split skirt would make the ugliest woman in the world look good. Scott had 
to close his eyes and shake his head. On Oliva it would be incredible, her 
beautiful body, naked in that dress would be the sight of the century. All 
wasted, of course. In the mood she was in now Oliva wouldn't have sex with 
her estranged Tom or any other man for a year, Scott decided. 

When they returned to the other room, the place was cleaned out except for 
Todd, Harvey and one other bellman. Harv told them that he, Todd and the 
other man had put their heads together and decided to serve Scott, the honor 
guest, and Oliva, the put-upon wife of Tom Riley, a romantic midnight supper 
right here in the Victorian Suite. 

"Oh, you guys don't have to do that," Scott protested. 

But Oliva squeezed his hand. "Let's do it. It makes fun, huh? We work so 
hard all the time, drag around. Tonight we could leeve a little." 

That was exactly what the friends did for them. They cleared the living 
room, while Todd went into the kitchen and using the bounteous leftovers 
from the party prepared an elegant meal for Scott and Oliva, which was 
served in front of the big glass picture window overlooking the late night 
lights of the city, while soft music constantly poured from the stereo. 
There was champagne in a napkin, the hotel's superb coffee and even some of 
Scott's favorite desserts, stolen earlier from the kitchen. 

Scott told Oliva about his serious intentions in life, going to school, and 
about Natalie and his mother and some of his past. She told him about how 
she'd met Tom and the happy days of her marriage and the funny and sometimes 
hard problems of growing up in another culture with another language than 
one was used to. It was a fabulous hour, with the grinning Todd and Harv 
pretending to be ramrod stiff, impersonal waiters, mere shadows in the 
candlelight, but there was lots of subdued laughter and kidding. The third 
man passed out or disappeared somewhere and then Todd, quite drunk and with 
some deep inner need satisfied by this whole evening, took a tearful and 
blowsily sentimental departure for what he termed his own modest "home and 
hearth--hie!". 

Harv, his cowlick hanging down like an inkblot in the candlelight suggested 
that "the master and mistress retire to the bedroom so he could clean up for 
the night" Scott felt there was a slight sinister quality to this 
invitation, but Oliva giggled and took Scott's arm and they swept off to the 
bedroom as if they were indeed rich people used to being waited upon by 
servants. 

In the bedroom Oliva threw herself on the bed and hugged herself. 

"Scott, I feel so much betters. It was sooo romance-like. Didn't you 
theenk?" 

She looked around the bedroom and her beautiful face got serious in the soft 
bedside lamps. 

"Plenty times I have worked in here. NEVER have I slept in here. Not once in 
any room of the hotel. I would like to play rich one night." 

"Hey, go ahead," laughed Scott, startled. "Todd says we can get away with 
just about anything tonight Why not? Just crawl in and leeve--I mean, 
live--it up." 

She laughed again, rolling on the bed and her eyes seemed to glow. 

"You will stay too?" 

"Me? Here? In the b-bed--uh--bedroom with you?" 

"We are playing Mr. and Mrs. Rich, no?" 

"Yes, but-" 

"You doan want to." she pouted. 

"Oh, yes, yes. My God, yes, Oliva. I just thought--I mean I could get pretty 
romantic. From what you said, men seeking sex--I mean romance--all the 
time--I just didn't think... " She flashed her white teeth at him. She went 
to the box and shook out the incredible black satin Chinese hostess dress. 

"You get into the bed. I will go to bathroom and wear thees. We will go on 
and play Mr. and Mrs. RICH." 

He stood there, completely stunned. In bed with the incredible Oliva Riley? 
In that fabulous, sex-up satin outfit? 

Harv came in the bedroom. 

"She suggested," stammered Scott, "she t-talked about--" 

"I know. I couldn't quite convince her until I said I'd get you, too." 

"Get me-for WHAT?" 

"For romance--love--sex. In a word, fucking." 

"You're kidding!" gasped Scott. 

"What d'you think I came over for? I don't love your hotel that much. I've 
been after Oliva for days." Harv started to undress. 

"You mean--you and me--both?" 

"I wanted her to myself but she wouldn't buy it. She likes you. So I told 
her I could arrange it." 

Scott felt hot and cold all over and his cock which had been relaxed all 
night began to stiffen. 

"How do we--uh--manage it?" 

"Get in bed and see what happens," laughed Harv. "Yippee!" Down to his 
shorts, he dived into the big bed. Scott undressed with trembling fingers. 
He left on only his shorts and he was half hard when he got into his side of 
the bed, well-removed from Harv. Oliva emerged from the bathroom. She wore 
the Chinese satin robe with the colored dragons on each breast. Her free 
nipples pressed the cloth where the mouths of the dragons spit fire. The 
gleaming cloth swirled and curved all around her lithe body. Scott went 
immediately from half hard to full hard while Harv closed his eyes for a 
second proclaiming that a vision from heaven had descended to this earth. 

Harv was not far from right. Scott had to swallow hard as he looked at that 
luscious body contained in the tight-fitting, glossy dress. As she walked, 
the split skirt revealed long, shapely vistas of thigh and leg, terminating 
in trim ankles and cute little high heels. The dress pulled across her belly 
which had the merest swelling of girl ripeness. 

rose up her trim torso to flare in accommodation of those magnificent 
breasts and then terminated to show them cleavage of that fabulous, fine 
skin. 

She paraded for them, smiling shyly at first. In the rear the dress shaped 
her hams beautifully, pulling tight across her hips to show the sexy hollows 
behind her hip bones and caressing her buttocks. Across her crack moved a 
dozen exciting tubular small wrinkles, shifting as she moved. 

"You find this eenteresting?" she asked. 

"It's a mindblower," breathed Scott in awe. Harv turned out to be a poet, 
waxing elegantly with high-flown words of romance that Scott envied. Oliva 
laughed with pleasure, blushing and came to the bed. She slipped out of her 
high heels. She had come to his side, so Scott threw back the covers and she 
slid in on top of him. He almost came at once to feel her warm, shapely body 
in the satin dress hugged to him. There was that incredible smooth skin, the 
silken feel of the material, her body heat and that beautiful Latin face 
smiling close to his. 

He forgot about Harv. He hugged her to him, shifted his hands down onto her 
buttocks and dug his hands into her sweet flesh. Meanwhile driving his cock, 
out of his shorts, along her belly and against the silken cloth. Their lips 
met. He melted into the warm, honey richness of her mouth, his whole body 
caught up in the rapture of the moment. Hearts pounded. He could feel her 
nipples through the cloth. All he wanted to do was hold her, kiss her, rub 
his cock on that sexy belly encased in satin and keep on doing it all night 
long. 

"Hey. I'm here!" called Harv. 

Oliva laughed, pulled free of Scott and leaned her torso over to kiss 
Harvey. 

After a couple of kisses Herv pulled her over on his side of the bed, 
rattling off a whole litany of poetic statements, "-starry-eyed--pools of 
desire--limbs of a goddess--hair worthy of the crown jewels of a great 
nation--" Harv went on and on, between kisses. 

Scott felt UNCOMFORTABLE. He could easily see the big, dark stain on her 
belly where his stiff cock had exuded preseminal fluid. Internally he was 
very hot, but he didn't care very much for this sharing. He also felt 
inadequate in the word department, compared to Harvey. To make it worse, his 
sex-centered friend moved right in on Oliva. Where he'd been content to hold 
and kiss her clothed, Harv stuck his hand up the split of her skirt and went 
right for her cunt with his fingers. Scott could see her face, see the rush 
of blood and the SPARKLE in her eye as Harv found his target and dug his 
fingers in. She moved her butt as if she'd suddenly been mortally wounded in 
the belly. 

"Ahhh, Harv--" she grunted. 

"I'll come back later," said Scott suddenly. He started to get out of the 
bed. He didn't want to be lying there watching Harv fuck Oliva. 

"No!" cried Oliva. "We do it all TOGETHER." 

She pulled off Harv and caught his arm. 

"Leave on the dress," said Harv. "That's all I ask." 

Oliva got on her hands and knees and made Harv kneel in front of her face. 
The short, blunt cock of the other man jutted up right in front of her 
mouth. She caught it with one hand and began to suck Harv. 

"Yeooww!" went Harv, head thrown back in ecstasy. 

This was the shy Oliva? Scott had to wonder, and yet he, too, had changed 
radically in the past couple of weeks. He waited no longer. He got behind 
Oliva and peeled the dress back over her hips. Her hot, pink channel, 
swollen and wet, was ready for him. He pressed his cock down slightly, 
fitted it to her sex opening and slid into her, thrilling at once to the 
body heat, the wetness and the silken slickness. 

"Ahhhhh, Oleeeeeva," he crooned. 

His cock, deep in her cunt, throbbed magnificently. He held her hips, looked 
down at the cream skin of her buttocks, felt his deep penetration into her 
body and had to close his eyes and suck in his breath to hold back from the 
premature rush of a wild ejaculation. Oliva Riley was just too much. A 
thousand times he'd looked on her fantastic face and body and thought about 
worshipping her beauty. Now his cock was locked tight in her cunt and he 
could have it all. 

He could see most of the cocksuck, too. Trim little fingers daintily held 
the bottom of Harv's stubby shaft while Oliva's beautiful head nodded and 
she made rich slurp sounds, giving Harv service. 

Harv stared out in space, murmuring some of his poetic phrases, but his 
hands were busy inside the dress, palms on Oliva's tits. 

Harv's cock drove in short, exquisite motions as deep in Oliva's mouth as 
she'd let him go, restrained by her warm hand on his shaft and her tight 
mouth that offered sexy resistance. 

"Let gods look down--see the glories of the human condition--" cried Harv. 
"I am wafted on seas of rapture--I rise to the stars--oh, oh, oh." 

Scott didn't know whether to laugh or curse. He surged his loins forward and 
began to fuck Oliva dog fashion, excited by the feel of her naked flesh, the 
silken friction along his huge shaft and her quivers of response as his 
manhood possessed her. 

"Marrawrrr," she went, making pleasure sounds in her throat. 

Oliva had not been anxious to have sex with Harvey Donaldson. In fact she 
was appalled at the way all the men on the staff and all the male guests 
made continuous passes at her. She felt her beauty was a mixed blessing. She 
liked the attention but not where it could lead. Since her breakup with Tom, 
she'd discovered another fact which distressed her. She had what the other 
girls called a "hot" cunt. Before her marriage that had not been so. But the 
heavy sex of the early marriage had given her new desires. Harv, at least, 
pursued her through a continual barrage of "noes" and was always available. 
Still, she couldn't bring herself to have sex with him--until he mentioned 
Scott. 

Scott! She still thrilled as she remembered the day of their mutual 
masturbation in that room. Scott was a fantastic man and he did not pursue 
her, or give her a bad time. Scott was someone she could seduce, a rare 
privilege for a beautiful woman who was usually on the other end of the 
pursuit. Scott was a complete turn-on. 

Now Scott's cock drove her crazy down below, while she sucked on Harv's 
prick at the same time. She was glad it had come out like this--Two men at 
once. Her furious internal machinery burned bright to enjoy two lovers 
simultaneously. Scott's masterful prick unsealed the volcano of her erotic 
desires from her belly to her toes as she rapidly warmed to the action. 
Harv's hands massaged her full, sensitive breasts and she was able to use up 
her own aggressions on the plunging prick in her mouth. 

For long golden moments they rocked together in sensuous lock, Harv rising 
and his voice going higher as he drew close to orgasm. Oliva began to 
whimper from Scott's driving prick as he grew confident he wouldn't spill 
early and fucked her faster and faster. He was with it now, not minding at 
all that she sucked his friend while he fucked her. It was a new experience 
to him in the world of sex. Then he got a wild feeling that he wanted to do 
something to Oliva that would, in turn, make her pull Harv's plug. 

He pulled his cock clear out of her cunt He laid the wet, red head of his 
iron plunger in the socket of her asshole and rubbed it against her 
sphincter in friendly warning. Then he took hold of his cock to give it even 
more rigidity and gave her a pretty savage bunt right on her asshole. He 
didn't think it would do any more than startle her and maybe make her suck 
Harv harder. To his astonishment, his cock head violated her sphincter and 
notched in. 

"Ah--heeeeeee," went Oliva. 

At the first surprise contact on this new set of nerves in her rear, the 
girl tightened her teeth on Harv's cock and Harv gasped. Then came the hard 
bunt that drove Scott's prick through her relaxed and unsuspecting 
sphincter. In astonishment, she clamped her teeth down on Harv's member and 
sawed on the very edge of his prick head where the pleasure nerves were. 
Later Harv would feel that bite, but in the heat of the cocksuck it was the 
SWEETEST, sharpest thrill he'd ever gotten in his life. 

"AHHHH--EEEEE--GOD!" he gasped. 

He strained back, pumping his cock releasing brilliant gushes of milk into 
Oliva's mouth. Oliva, still reacting, caught the first gush, lost the next 
two and then capped his exploding sex well and drank down his ejaculation 
while he moaned in joy and her soft throat muscles moved. Scott watched in 
fascination, his cock still slightly inside Oliva's ass the chain effect of 
his attack. He'd made Oliva spill Harv's cock--with a vengeance. 

Guiltily he pulled out of her violated back muscle while she shivered, 
drinking Harvey's spill. Scott could see the cock buried in her mouth and 
the spasms of the blade as the hot liquid rushed along it to spew over the 
girl's tongue. It was an incredible sight and he felt delighted at having 
spun off Harvey by over-stimulating the girl who sucked him. 

Harv fell back completed. "Ah, wonderful goddess, that was TERRIFIC! A 
freaky blow-out. You sure got surprise moves, baby." 

There was a bruise on his stretched cock meat. "Later, I'll feel that, baby, 
but when it happened it was pure heaven... " Oliva looked back over her 
shoulder at Scott, dark eyes flashing with humor. Scott winked. Old Harv 
would never know where she got the inspiration for that hot demand-bite that 
made him explode in surprise, glorious completion. 

Ten minutes later Scott and Oliva were all alone. 

"I wonder why he was in such a hurry?" Scott asked. 

"I theenk he wants to get home to wife." 

In all the time he'd known Harv, the man had never mentioned a wife. 

"Are you sure?" 

"I have seen her," she said simply. 

Once again Scott marveled at the attitudes of married people. Some married 
people anyway. Oliva and Harvey seemed to take the adultery without guilt or 
remorse. 

Scott removed Oliva's dress. It was wrinkled now, torn at the split where 
Harv had dived for Oliva's cunt and the dragons without Oliva's full breasts 
behind them looked sad and deflated. 

"It was cheap, like Tom," said the girl. "Good for queeck thrill, but 
cheap." 

She came into Scott's arms, naked and available, but Scott refused to fuck 
her at first. Once he plunged his cock into that hot Spanish channel, her 
volcano belly, her passion, would milk him soon enough. It was that 
magnificent, flawless skin that he wanted to enjoy and the sex lock would 
move all sensation elsewhere. So, remembering Veronica, he gave her an 
around-the-world stroking with hands, tongue, lips and teeth. The fine 
texture of that smooth skin, with its slightly salty taste, its smooth flow 
and its warmth kept him at peak cock hardness. It did ever more for the 
hotel maid. 

"Oh, you make me hot. Uuuuuu--it's to shudder--ah, haaaaaaaaa. Ohhhh, 
Scott--you torturrrrre meeeeeee!" 

She rippled, twisted, and quivered. No man had ever given her such a 
richness of kisses, nips, nibbles and strokes. Usually they were paralyzed 
by her face and the Latin richness of her young body. They wanted their 
things either in her mouth or cunt in jig time. This lover was patient and 
worked her up to dizzying heat. When he kissed her swollen taut nipples, she 
sobbed softly. When, down below, he kissed her cunt and sucked her for a 
moment she caught his head, bunted on his face and whimpered to be relieved 
of her girlhood. When he turned her over and his tongue grooved in her 
sensitive crack, deep between her buttocks, she fucked the bed shamelessly, 
moaning. 

At last he turned her over, looking down on her naked beauty, her dazed 
eyes, soft mouth working, spill of lustrous hair flung back, and then canted 
her hips up and fucked into her. 

She went wild under him. He had had relations so far with Anglo-Saxon women, 
but she was Latin. She drummed her loins under his, her mouth twisting in a 
rictus at her hot desire. Her fingernails began to rake his back, something 
he'd heard about but never experienced. He had to shudder to feel those 
hands clawing him in her bitch excitement. She had fierce strength in her 
legs that circled his body. 

"Fuck meee. Doooo meeeee. I want to scream --Haaaaooooo--feel you breaking 
through--all my parts--tearing meee with preeck. Dios! I am killed. I am 
dyiiiiiing." 

Sometimes she moaned and groaned in a low tone as the hot words poured out 
and their fucking motions sped up. Sometimes her words became unintelligible 
as her voice rose to a shriek. Best of all was at the very end when it got a 
sound of sobbing and surrender, of a tremendous ache and desire to fling 
herself into her sex death. 

"Scott--NEVER felt--so good." 

Her eyes implored him to take her through. She quieted down, looking dazed. 
All her volcano passion drained down into her belly as she whimpered and 
locked tight to him. 

THROB! 

Scott closed his own eyes in the wonder of it She had already told him that 
Harv's fake poetry did not turn her on. That Harv had no feeling except 
selfishly in his cock. Women sensed that Scott cared about them and nurtured 
them and they would fuck for him in any manner he wanted. Now the glorious 
Oliva Riley, the most desired woman in the GUARDIAN, closed her soft thighs 
tight about him and gave up her womanhood to his sex, squeezing his prick 
majestically with her hot, spending cunt From time to time her eyes opened 
wide as she stared up into his giving him her sex treasure, then she closed 
them, whimpered and clung to him again to service his cock with those 
deep-gut throbs that told him she was his conquest. 

"AHHH, GOD!" 

Once again he had one of those luscious orgasms, not forced or hunted for. 
The girl's beauty, her volcanic response, her complete surrender just nudged 
him over the cliff. He felt an unbelievable virile lock in his belly that 
told him he was the king of the world. Then came the cool, delicious tension 
when he lost all power of movement and a sob escaped his lips. Her open cunt 
waited eagerly for his sperm as she tapered, womb totally available to him 
to give her a child if he wanted. At least it felt that way. 

SPUT! 

"Ahhhh, yeeeeeeeee," he crowed in triumph. 

This was it, the fuck-taking of the gem of the GUARDIAN, womb-seeding the 
most BEAUTIFUL woman who'd ever worked there, his love-making doubly a 
triumph because it was revenge on Tom Riley who'd given him that pounding. 

Scott clamped his cock tighter in Oliva's cunt and hugged her until she 
gasped from the pressure. Then he laid spurt after spurt of rich manhood in 
her belly, expiring to a dizziness from the joy of this completion. She had 
been the first episode in his newly inspired erotic life and to lay his 
leaping jism deep in her belly was a fulfillment of his new status as a 
master lover. He floated off into space with the joy of it. For the FIRST 
time since he could remember, he continued to throb, his cock was still 
stimulated even when his prostate was empty. 

"Oh, Oliva, I've wanted you--and it was even better than I dreamed." 

"Scott," she breathed, sweating tightly against him. "That is the 
sensseeeebulll poetry a woman wants to hear." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

At about the moment that Oliva Riley began to throb against Scott's prick in 
her rich orgasm, her husband in another city several hundred miles away 
drove his cock up Veronica Adams' cunt, feeling the slick hot pressure of 
the slim, red-headed woman and had to grit his teeth and hold back by sheer 
will power against spurting prematurely and spoiling sex with a delicious 
new partner. 

"Whoa-it feels so GREAT!" he exulted. 

"Can you... hold on?" asked Veronica anxiously. She sat atop Tom Riley's 
middle, managing the marvelous intercourse. Since she'd decided to change 
her lifestyle and find her own lovers, she'd had good luck and she insisted 
on doing it her way--woman on top. They all accepted it--Tom was the third 
man she'd fucked since the night at the GUARDIAN with the sexy young bellhop 
when she'd first broken her marriage vows. The first two were simply revenge 
on Earl. Tom was a departure in a whole new direction for her life. 

She held still for a moment to allow Tom to get control of himself. Men's 
thermometers, she'd found, shot right up to the top when they first 
fuck-entered a woman. Once they got past this first erotic rush they could 
usually go for a long time. She could tell that Tom was going to be a good 
cocksman, but she wouldn't have cared if he were bad. 

Each was silent with his or her own thoughts as Tom carefully resumed 
working his prick in her. He thought that Veronica was a sexy woman and a 
good lay but nothing like that Charlotte King, her friend. If he went back 
to the GUARDIAN and stole the papers she wanted stolen, he would get a crack 
at the sexy young woman for sure. He wanted that more than anything in the 
world. He remembered the night in the bar when Charlotte got drunk and he 
almost made it to her room--except that that asshole, Scott Colby, got her 
away from him. He wasn't sure whether Colby had jiggled his wife or not but 
he was sure that Colby had stolen a beautiful sure sex night with Charlotte 
from him. 

Veronica had her hopes and problems. She'd done two smart things after she'd 
discovered Earl's adultery with the sexy young woman. She'd gone after her 
own pleasure elsewhere. And in a week's time she'd made close friends with 
Charlotte King who lived in the same city the Adams' did, which is how Earl 
first met her. Wife and mistress didn't often get together--but it could be 
done, for a profit in this case, if her private detective was to be 
believed. 

"This doll is a hotshot accountant for a conglomerate that goes out and buys 
other companies before the general public knows what gives," he said. "I do 
spying for companies as well as divorce work. That's how I know that. And 
that's how I know she's auditing some outfit, when she met your husband that 
time at the GUARDIAN Hotel. You get hold of her briefcase overnight when 
she's on that job and hand it to me and by morning you've made yourself a 
pretty dollar." 

It wasn't why she'd made friends with Charlotte. She just knew she wanted 
some kind of revenge on the young woman. Maybe this would do. Screw up 
Charlotte with her firm and make a few hundred dollars out of it. 

"How much would the rival company pay to see those figures in her 
briefcase." 

The detective grinned. 

"For the complete audit, which she should just about have by now, how does 
fifty thousand dollars grab you." 

Veronica ALMOST fainted. Why, with that kind of money she could kick out 
Earl and start her own new life. Even with half, she could get rid of a 
husband she had come to hate and start out with a new and comfortable 
existence. She desperately wanted that money! She had a GOOD chance now to 
get it, too. A guilty Charlotte had not only accepted her friendship but 
promised to take her along on her next trip to the city so they could do a 
little shopping and have some fun. Earl was out, Veronica was in. 

It took no great brain to figure that if there was that kind of money to be 
made the risks were great. The detective wouldn't steal the papers, and she 
better not had either. That was when she had the detective trace down this 
bartender that Charlotte spoke so disparagingly of--he sounded like the 
perfect character to do the actual thieving. 

He was beginning to drive her now and his prick did feel SOOOOOO good in her 
cunt. 

"Tom, you really know h-how," she stuttered, leaning over his naked body, 
reveling in the angle his prick took against her clit. 

"You're so snooty, riding on the top," Tom kidded her. "why don't you lean 
down and have those pretty tits kissed." He dug his hands into her soft 
sides. 

"I don't like rough lovers, Tom." 

"Who's ROUGH? I love the hugging." 

She bent down slowly, warming to the man and his cock. The detective said he 
had and had lost a very pretty wife, and young too, yet she seemed to meet 
his needs nicely, even though she was forty. She rested on her elbows 
feeding his mouth with her breasts, laughing at his eagerness to gobble her 
nipples, and thrilling when he sucked and tongued them. It was the erotic 
delight of every man's childhood that made them love breasts so--and she got 
the reward with swift, deep rushes of sex desire at his sucking. 

After her sensitivity eased there, she slid flat on his belly and they 
rocked in delight, she hearing the wonderfully obscene sound of their two 
bellies sucking together in erotic motion. Then it was time to start the 
kissing which she liked most of all. In seconds the scheming, tricky redhead 
melted into a warm lover, thrilling to her marrow with the stout prick that 
rode in her, burning with desire to service her man and surrender her love 
treasures to him. 

Tom found himself in the same situation. This woman was different from all 
that he'd ever met. She was a SCHEMING fucking bitch, but damned good 
looking too, tough and self-reliant. She would make a good partner for a few 
little things he had in mind. 

Oh, he meant to have Charlotte King. That was his motive right now. 
That--and to see what additional thieving Veronica had in the back of her 
mind that she kept hinting at. The papers caper with Charlotte was only 
starters. 

But she could drop all of that and be a soft, whining woman with a tight, 
wet cunt, bucking on his cock and panting and making pleasure sounds deep in 
her throat, as cute and vulnerable as Oliva had ever been. And without that 
goddam wild passion, where she scratched the hell out of your back. Some 
guys might like to be marked up--he didn't! 

"Oh, Tom, I'm going to get there. It's HAP--HAPPENING! I feel so good... my 
belly's on fire... opening... rising." 

"Go, you hot little red-headed bitch. Ride it off and scream if you have to. 
Ah, ha, ha. ha. So good." 

They whipped up to fury, going into the glaze of mutual lust. Then he gave 
an apologetic cry and she felt him tense for his spend. She just let 
everything go, like falling backwards over a cliff and went with him. It was 
beautifully timed. As he lifted under her and released his first gout of 
happy jism, she pressed down with an "arghh" and squeezed his cock with her 
lusty surrender spasm. 

Then they locked in a rush of orgasmic splendor, cunt gloving on cock, cock 
jerking out sharp, wet throws of body-hot come into her sheath. 

"Ahhhhh, fuuuuuuuuckng you." 

"It's so sweeeeet, Tom. Ah, so sweeet" Veronica faded and kept on juicing 
even after Tom had run off his joy and filled her cunt to overflowing she 
realized with amused delight that her life as an ordinary, faithful 
housewife, before she discovered Earl's infidelity had been dull. All of the 
color began when she sucked off that bellboy and turned to dark, antisocial 
ways. Now she contemplated even darker deeds. And her life was rich and 
full... She wondered what that good-looking bellboy was doing that night. 

Tom lay happily under his conquest, feeling Veronica still coming after he 
had finished. Boy, he could really turn the redheaded bitch on. He wondered 
what Oliva was doing that night Probably home with her dumb sister and the 
thousand babies they had. Or she might be out somewhere, fucking some guy. 
Well, it no longer mattered to him. This redhead looked like a pretty good 
future for Tom Riley. 

Hundreds of miles away, at that moment Oliva and Scott dozed, twined naked 
in each other's arms, his jism a soft jelly in her cunt, as they rested in 
the big bed of the Victorian Suite, restoring themselves for the next hot 
round of sex... 

Normally Scott handled the bags of the check-in guests with professional 
aplomb, under his arms if there were only four or five or on the truck if 
there were more. But on this check-in he dropped the bags twice, and he 
blushed and stammered. It was really wild and crazy. Veronica Adams and 
Charlotte King had shown up and checked in together--in the same room yet! 
Only a few weeks ago, on the last time around Charlotte had been screwing 
Veronica's husband, and they were enemies. Now they were in the same room 
with twin beds! 

In the hotel business you learned to play it with a straight face and never 
show surprise but on this check-in he felt keenly aware that he'd had sex 
with both of these women. Veronica's suave lips had welcomed his cock and he 
had enjoyed a luscious fuck with Charlotte. Did they know he'd been with 
both of them sexually? Had they talked about it? Somehow he got them to 
their room and escaped, too shook up to know if the tip they gave him was a 
dollar, a five dollar bill or a worthless piece of paper. Veronica and 
Charlotte, buddying together. How about that! 

Up in the room the argument went on. Veronica argued that it would be a 
simple thing to forget to lock their door when they went out shopping to hit 
the stores that were open in the evening. 

"You see, dear. I'll be your witness," Veronica explained. "We get back, 
we're both too tired to think about your briefcase. You never even noticed 
it was gone. Next morning it's back where you left it. You'd never even know 
that somebody borrowed it and made their nasty little pictures of your audit 
papers and returned it" 

"Ronnie, I just can't pull something like that on my company. It's a serious 
felony." 

"It's also a felony that they pay you half what your worth. They send you 
out on projects that make millions for the company. You get nothing. They 
not only UNDERPAY you, they don't even give you a title. A man doing your 
job would be a full-fledged accountant They call you a Traveling Bookkeeper. 
It's an outrage." 

"I know you're right in one sense. I--just don't have the nerve to pull 
anything like that. When they questioned me. I'd die." 

Veronica sighed. "Well, we've got a couple of days to think about it and 
talk it over. Let's get on with the shopping and have dinner or both." 

"Ronnie, I want to take a shower first," said the blonde. "I feel dirty 
after the drive, and--" 

"--and shook up about the dirty thing I've suggested?" grinned the older 
redhead. "Charlotte, you're too innocent to live. I don't see how you make 
it from Monday to Friday. With your GOOD looks and your SWEET NATURE-WELL, 
it's no wonder you fall for crud types like my Earl." 

"Ronnie!" 

"I told you I planned to divorce him. He's on his Eastern swing this month 
and I have no doubt that he has one or two choice numbers he shacks up with 
at other motels and hotels along the way." 

Charlotte laughed, shaking her head as she went into the shower. Veronica 
was a wild, weird woman. Imagine trying to get her to let some outside 
thieves steal that audit that she worked on... 

Back home Charlotte had enjoyed those first contacts with Veronica. The 
woman, as a housewife, with no children around, had seemed lonely and had 
wanted to talk about Earl and their trouble. Out of guilt Charlotte listened 
to her. The women found they liked each other. Charlotte went shopping with 
Veronica and it was like having a bright, attractive aunt she could pal 
around with. Veronica invited Charlotte to her card group, a real hen party, 
and that was fun, too. Charlotte was tired to the bone of being eternally 
chased by men for dates, because of her good looks. The last real enjoyment 
she'd had with sex was the night right here with that nice-looking Bellman, 
Scott. So it was a pleasure to have a female friend and get out of the sex 
rat race for a while. Charlotte realized now that she hadn't even really 
liked Earl at the end, except that he was good at sex. 

But the Veronica she had today, away from her home city--well, the woman was 
like an office male sent to a convention--ready to get into wild things. 
She'd have to watch it. Veronica might drag her around to bars looking for 
pickups! 

Warm water soothed her. Charlotte eased her flat belly forward and let the 
stinging shower pound on her pelvis, her pubic hair and her cunt She'd once 
read somewhere that some women found showers quite erotic, in fact there 
were some who actually got orgasms from turning up their hot little boxes to 
the powerful stream. She'd tried it, and while she hadn't been able to get 
it off from a shower stream, she'd found it could pick her up and even make 
her a little dizzy with desire. 

She began to gasp and pant a little, spreading her legs, feeling the thrills 
start. 

"Feels so good," she muttered. 

She put her hand on her cunt and felt it swelling and juicing. She thought 
about the bellboy, Scott, remembering how good-looking he was and what fun 
they'd had that night. She regretted she was with Veronica on this trip. She 
might just entice him up to her room again. 

The door of the bath opened and Veronica came in. Startled, Charlotte 
hastily turned her back to the shower stream to conceal what she was doing. 
She covered her V with her hand, as if a man had come into the room and then 
grinned at her dumbness. She wasn't used to having girl friends, only men. 
Veronica was good for her--but she hoped the woman wasn't going to the 
toilet while she was in the room. She would hate that. 

"I'm taking a SHOWER!" she called out over the partition. 

"I know that," said Veronica. 

The older female slid back the panel and stepped naked into the shower stall 
with Charlotte. 

"Uh--I don't usually--you know--" Charlotte stumbled, embarrassed. 

Veronica's laugh was a silver tinkle. "I know. You don't care much to stare 
at the broken down bodies of naked older women. But it turns out mine isn't 
so broken down, now is it?" 

The redhead smiled proudly, placing her hands under her breasts. 

"Mine aren't as good as yours, dear, in size. But look at the perfect shape. 
Look how tight they are. Not a sag to be seen." She caught Charlotte's hand. 
She put it squarely on one of her breasts. "Feel that!" she cried in 
triumph. "Will yours be THAT GOOD at forty?" 

"I--I--I--" 

Charlotte had never before touched another woman's breast. Ronnie's felt 
silken and smooth and the nipple in her palm felt a little sexy--because she 
had been fooling with herself in the shower stream, of course. 

Ronnie put her hand on Charlotte's big, luscious breast and felt her up 
boldly as a man might Charlotte, in shock, had to take a deep breath. 

"Yours look great now," said Ronnie. "They feel GREAT, too--but you're ONLY 
twenty-five. Women with big ones like yours have to watch it as the years go 
by." 

She laughed and cupped Charlotte's other breast and then kissed her on the 
forehead. 

"You should see your face, dear. As if you expected some dastardly lesbian 
attack, when all I want is to get my back washed and chat a bit." Then the 
redhead got a self-conscious grin. 

"No, I'm lying Charlotte. I've been curious about your boobs ever since I 
first saw you. I've really wanted to see them in all their glory--and they 
are glorious. Can't I be just a teeny-tiny bit jealous, even if mine are 
taut and still high and sexy?" 

"Oh, well, sure, I--" stammered Charlotte. 

She could've handled this much better if she hadn't sexed herself up with 
that shower stream. The fact was that Veronica's slim, trim body turned her 
on a bit. The woman was really nicely built, with a good-looking face, 
sensual lips, nice breasts, as she said, and graceful curves all the way 
down. In fact, it was a peculiar kind of thrill to stare below and see 
Ronnie's navel, belly, and red pubic hairs. And just the tip or edge of her 
cunt Charlotte didn't believe she'd ever had a lesbian thought in her life 
but the fact was that the other nude woman in the shower with her excited 
her--as if something could--just could--happen. It wouldn't, of course, 
but-- If Veronica had been the least bit self-conscious or sneaky, Charlotte 
might've ended their common shower there. But the redhead was completely 
open. She stepped forward now and hugged Charlotte's body to hers, pressing 
their bellies together. 

"You're a wickedly good-looking girl," she said. 

"I really can't blame Earl for wanting to fuck you blind. I wouldn't mind 
fucking you myself, dear." 

"But you're not exactly built for it," laughed Charlotte. 

Somehow the frankness took away her fears. Then Veronica touched her cunt 
and stepped back in surprise. 

"Why, Charlotte, you're all swollen and you are wet. You're not a secret 
shower masturbator, are YOU?" 

Charlotte blushed, then laughed. "Hardly... but I--I sometimes let the 
shower stream, uh, tickle me. I read that somewhere, and it's true. It can 
feel real great." 

"You're kidding!" said Veronica. "I never heard of such a thing." She pushed 
Charlotte aside. "Let me try it." 

"You go ahead. I can get my shower later." 

"Oh, no," said Veronica grabbing her. "You stay right here, girl, to see how 
it comes out." 

She gripped Charlotte's arm so the young woman could not escape and turned 
to expose her slim belly and the red-haired pelvis to the shower stream. As 
Veronica canted her loins up, the water beat on her pink cunt and after a 
moment she began to jerk. 

"Ahhh, that DOES make me hot!" 

She pulled Charlotte's hand down so that the fingers rubbed her cunt. Their 
naked bodies touched. Charlotte gave a quick intake of breath at the sudden 
rush of sexuality, touching Ronnie's warm body and being forced to feel 
Ronnie's cunt. 

It was really wild to feel inside another woman's sex organ. Her fingers 
thrilled to the soft, velvet flesh and the feel of the clit and Ronnie's 
groan of pleasure while the older woman held her hand and jacked off on it, 
enjoying both the stream of water and the human contact. 

"We--shouldn't be doing this!" cried Charlotte. 

"Nobody's watching. Nobody in all the world knows," said Veronica. 

She placed her hand FIRMLY on Charlotte's cunt and dug in her fingers, so 
that the two women stood there, nude in the shower cross-frigging each 
other. Charlotte felt a wild rush of sexuality as the questing fingers 
stroked her cunt. You couldn't help but to feel curious about somebody 
else's sex equipment and, once in a lifetime, push a little way into 
forbidden territory to see what it was like. Not that she had the slightest 
interest in having sex with Ronnie. 

"We'd better stop now," stammered Charlotte. "If we keep on, it--it--" 

"Sure," said Veronica. "After all, we're normal women, not lesbians." 

She let go of the young woman's cunt, spun her around and took her into her 
arms, hugging her. Breasts, nipples rubbed sexily together. Bellies pressed 
tightly. Veronica kissed Charlotte on a satiny cheek and then before the 
blonde could pull back, pressed her lips on Charlotte's mouth. 

Charlotte was more sexed up now than she realized. She had not indulged with 
a man since that night with the bellhop here at the GUARDIAN. The stream of 
water had heated her, the sight and feel of Veronica's slim, elegant body, 
naked and close, had heated her still more and the cunt-stroking really 
turned her on. This full, warm hug, nipples tingling, bellies grinding gave 
her an even stronger thrill. What would be the harm in stealing one sexy 
french kiss. She opened her mouth and let Veronica's tongue in, let the 
older woman hold her aggressively and probe her mouth with a hot tongue 
while Veronica undulated her belly without shame on Charlotte's pelvic bone 
and pubic hairs. Charlotte could feel the warm female slit digging at her. 
It was all too much. She wanted the play to continue, she wanted to explore 
the forbidden land, she wanted sex and orgasm. 

"Oh, Veronica--I think--I want MORE," she begged. 

"Sure you do, baby," laughed Veronica. "I turn you on. You turn me on, and 
I've got the nerve to admit it." 

She turned off the shower, the two women dried themselves and Veronica led 
her sex prize to one of the twin beds. Charlotte's mind was a whirling 
chaos. She had to have sex, love, orgasm. She just had to! Yet she knew she 
wasn't lesbian and if she weren't so hot, she wouldn't do it. In this 
confusion she just let Veronica take over. 

Veronica was highly elated and a little scared. She wasn't quite as innocent 
as Charlotte. One of the women in her bridge group was bisexual and had 
stayed behind one afternoon to approach Veronica "for jollies." At that time 
Veronica had been the frightened innocent but willing to experiment because 
her marriage was so sexless and bad. 

The woman had not been nearly as young, sexy and beautiful as Charlotte. 
Once was enough, but it hadn't been too bad. Not as good as normal sex, but 
better than masturbation. Charlotte's body turned her on. She hadn't been 
aware how much until this trip, when it suddenly occurred to her that they'd 
be alone in a hotel room in a city where nobody knew them. The idea of 
fucking Charlotte who had fucked Earl turned her on with a rush that made 
her cunt go wet. When Charlotte headed for the shower, it was "now or 
never," and the rest had been easy. 

"We really shouldn't be doing this," Charlotte apologized as Veronica 
brought her alongside the bed. 

"Nonsense," said Veronica. "Once or twice in a lifetime can't hurt." She 
pushed the younger woman down. "Men would have us believe that it's 
TERRIBLE. Yet look how they control us and push us around just so we can 
have their cocks once in a while. I prefer so called NORMAL sex too, my 
dear, but I see no reason why we can't have a little sidebar fun in a 
strange city where nobody knows us or cares." 

She immediately kissed Charlotte's smooth young belly and dragged her tongue 
through the wire-stiff sand blonde pubic hairs. It was a tradeoff, 
INHIBITIONS AGAINST PLEASURE. The sooner the pleasure started the better. 
She dug her mouth into Charlotte's swollen cunt without hesitation and with 
hot delight. It was great to play the man's role as sexual aggressor, 
especially against a soft treasure like Charlotte. 

Charlotte thrilled. She was overdue and plenty hot. She dug her heels into 
the bed and thrust her belly tight on Veronica's mouth. Veronica wanted to 
take her and she wanted to be taken. 

"Ahh, Ronnie, it does feel good. Oh, I love to be tongue-fucked." 

"Any smart clit does," laughed Veronica. "It allows surgical precision that 
even a cock doesn't always have." 

She isolated a circular patch of Charlotte's pink cunt flesh that contained 
her little sex-stabber, her mound of clit that sheathed a tiny red dagger of 
love, a very faint echo of male prick. She laved the mound gently, making 
sure not to apply too much pressure which would turn Charlotte off. 

"Ahhh, my goodness. Ah, ah, ah," moaned Charlotte. 

The kid, in her heat, was as easy to drive as a Cadillac with the motor 
running, thought Veronica. She sucked the sweet cunt fluids, burrowed 
against the soft thighs and settled down to turn the girl into a white hot 
volcano. 

Charlotte couldn't believe that it was happening. She twisted in luxury and 
delight under the tongue of the other woman who really knew how to manage a 
clit and a cunt. Slow, gentle but demanding Veronica began lifting her to 
the limits of her sexuality. Who'd've thought Earl's wife was a 
lesbian--he'd never said anything about it. Right now it didn't matter to 
Charlotte. She realized with an extra rush of joy that she had fucked Earl 
and now was fucking Veronica--or rather they fucked her--it didn't matter 
which. What a joke on Earl, the coward who had dropped her like a hot rock! 

"Oh, Veronica, do me, make me BURN with it!" she begged softly. 

That steady lapping reached deeper and deeper into her body and senses as 
Veronica made agreement sounds in her throat. Strange, she, Charlotte, had 
always thought that a dyke would be an ugly woman with a hard body and a 
savage nature. But the sight of Veronica's soft, curved body in the shower, 
tits and cunt exposed to show her sexual vulnerability, and with the water 
gleaming on it was one of the greatest sex scenes Charlotte had ever seen. 
She could certainly pour out her love for that delicious a creature! 

Pour it out she was going to have to. Veronica used a finger now inside of 
her cunt, alongside of her tongue to drive the twisting, helpless girl. 

"Ah, my God. Ah, ah, ah," went Charlotte. 

She tried to pull back a little from the luscious, delicious 
tongue-and-finger friction she had to take. It was crazing her, moving her 
too deeply, but the wise Veronica would not let her ease her loins. Then, 
with heart pounding, she realized that Veronica forced and drove her to 
orgasm. 

"I--think I want to go slower, Veronica," she begged. 

"Sure, you do," said Veronica with a nasty laugh. "You don't want to admit 
you can be had by a woman's tongue. You want a show-off, genteel orgasm to 
preserve your image even in front of me. The dainty princess. But, baby, I 
want your hot bitch, whining and bubbling and giving it all up." 

She drove again fiercely on Charlotte's cunt and clit. 

"Oh, Ronnie, oh, oh, oh--dee--don't. Ah, he, he, he, it's toooo much!" 
whined Charlotte. Veronica had her going now. 

"All the way, child. Go," commanded Veronica. 

Charlotte's heart was pounding rapidly and her juices flowed hotly as she 
twisted and began to burble and whine as she entered her orgasmic state. Her 
belly seemed to open and open wider to take the pleasure of her lover inside 
of her. She wanted to suck the world into her cunt! 

"Oh, that's it! Oh, I'm there!" she cried. "Ahhh, huh, huh, huh," she 
keened. 

Suddenly she went abnormally still with huge gasps and locked her legs 
around Veronica's head. Her glory moments had arrived. She gave a wounded 
sound and began to let her belly go. Powerful throbs shook her as she spent 
for Veronica, surrendering to the hot lesbian love. 

This was where Veronica's experience as a woman counted. She didn't 
overpower the girl as a man might, once she felt the belly give up to 
spasmodic sex pleasure. Nor did she slack off, thinking that her role was 
done. She just kept working and driving the girl to make her tense and spend 
more and more of her sexuality. As Charlotte began to taper in her relief, 
Veronica sucked her clit just hard enough to make her victim spend some 
more. 

"Ahhhh, nooo, Ronnie, let me go," begged Charlotte. 

"No holding back, dear." 

Veronica worked the girl harder to sensitize flagging nerves that had spent 
most of their energy. Charlotte who had fallen back into panting relaxation 
had to surge forward once more and spend still more sex energy. Never had 
her body been so expertly worked. 

"Oh, don't, Veronica," she pleaded, but it was no use. The older woman 
played her like a fish on the line, making her gasp and give still more cunt 
squeezes and throbs until Charlotte was totally exhausted. At last her 
nerves could no longer respond. 

"You see, dear," laughed Veronica. "You have much more to give to the world 
than you realize. Especially a passionate, beautiful and young woman like 
yourself." 

"Uhhhh, yesss," said Charlotte. She glowed all over. She had spent out her 
guts, her every cell of sex feeling and she wanted only to rest now and 
enjoy the euphoric time when nerve and muscle could recover from the intense 
excitement. 

Veronica looked down on Charlotte and decided she'd done a good job. The 
beautiful, nude girl looked fucked out Her body was moist, flushed and 
looked deliciously taken. She'd never looked more beautiful than as she 
curled happily on the bed, breasts with relaxed nipples, swollen cunt still 
flowing a little from the sex encounter. 

Veronica laughed sliding over on top of the fucked-out girl, spreading her 
legs so she could rub her cunt lewdly on Charlotte's pelvic ridge. It was a 
favored form of lesbian sex, her bisexual friend had told her. Many liked it 
better than oral sex because it allowed for plenty of hugging and kissing at 
the same time that cunts received stimulation. The more animal lovers used 
dildoes strapped around their waists in this love situation. It was called 
"tribadism." 

It was not necessary to have gadgets, thought Veronica, or even to have a 
fancy name for it. All she had to do was catch Charlotte's pelvic ridge just 
right and her cunt and clit swelled with sweet action. Her flesh moved, her 
clitoris moved and she smeared Charlotte's belly with her hot sex fluid. The 
pneumatic, shapely girl lay under her, touching at all points. She could 
suck the nipples of Charlotte's big, beautiful breasts, which she promptly 
did. 

"Ahhhh, Veronica," complained Charlotte. Her nipples had to harden once more 
in response to those hot kisses. 

"Breasts too sensitive?" asked Veronica. "There's lots more places to kiss." 

She kissed Charlotte's throat hollow, the sexy place below her ear at the 
jaw and her cheeks. That led to some more hot french kissing. Kissing was a 
woman's game for sure, and Charlotte could not help but respond to her hot 
tongue with her own thrilled kisses, nibbles and tongue probings. Nothing 
could be more heavenly than lying full length on this nude, soft girl, 
nipple to nipple, holding her head and kissing her avidly while one rotated 
and gyrated a hot cunt on the girl's belly. 

"Charlotte--you're SENDING me, lifting me. I'm getting so hot... fuuuucking 
youuuu," said Veronica as she felt all her controls begin to slip away. 
Faster and faster went her cunt on Charlotte's hot little box, raised now to 
press back in joy. 

With her legs spread wide, Charlotte became the passive receiver of 
Veronica's love drive but the older woman's wildness began to heat her up 
again. Charlotte's beautiful body had been made not only to inspire love but 
to take a lot of it. 

Veronica was on her orgasmic run now. 

"Oh, my little baby, your body drives me--crazeeeee--going out of my head. 
Ah, huh, ah, huh, take, take... oh, it feels so GOOD!" 

She clutched the younger woman tightly and drove herself over the cliff of 
passion with full, rich strokes of joy on the other's belly. 

"Ah, NOW. AH, NOW--CHAR RRRR -- LOTTTTTE!" cried Veronica. Then came 
ineffable freeze, that happy state of limbo when all functions ceased as the 
body got ready to express its passion. 

"Ah, uhhhhh," went Veronica. 

Throb, throb, throb. Deeply rewarding bursts of girl orgasm caught Veronica 
and she jerked and spent, slapping Charlotte's belly with hers in her cunt 
spasms. She felt completely in possession of the young woman, the mistress 
of the sweet, appealing body which she used and controlled to ride off her 
own fervor and satisfy her selfish needs. Not only did she achieve rich, 
shattering cunt quakes, but she felt her passion reawaken the girl to the 
chances for further sex pleasures. She knew then that she could even make 
Charlotte suck her cunt, and so she gave up her sex treasure lustfully, 
aware that there was plenty more passion to be explored in this magic night. 

As she finished her luscious run, she kissed Charlotte wetly on the mouth 
once again. 

"This will be the night of our lives we shall never forget, dear." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Scott's life was a shambles. Natalie Walton ended their engagement, her 
father told him he was to be transferred to the new hotel at Houston, where 
he certainly hated to go because of the climate, and he was in lustful but 
joyless affair with Oliva Riley. He could not love the beautiful hotel maid 
and he could not stop fucking her. She had the same problem. His ambitions, 
his attitudes were miles from hers. She needed a simply, quiet husband who 
would earn a modest living while he produced endless babies and supported 
them. Family and church was big with the Spanish. Scott was not religious 
and had only his mother with whom he was not close. His mother, always 
independent, had her own friends and her own activities and did not pay much 
attention to his comings and goings. 

Natalie suspected that something was going on, but she did not pursue it, 
for which he was grateful. 

"We've grown apart, Scott. You've changed FANTASTICALLY in the past month. 
For the worst. All you talk about is sex." 

It was true. He had pushed her--before it was too late. Somehow he had 
gotten TOO MUCH SEX without her and left her behind. It wasn't easy, though, 
for him to think of a future without Natalie. Somehow she tied in to his 
going to college and making something important of his life. Was he going to 
be like Todd? End his life as a white-haired Bell Captain in some hotel. Was 
that all the career he was going to have. 

The trouble obviously was sex. His misadventures had turned his mind off of 
serious things completely. Sex was like a drug. The first couple of times he 
had welcomed it as a bright spot in his mundane life. Then he began, like 
Harvey, to look for it. Now he was hooked on it--at least with Oliva. 

Each day they would see each other and explain to each other that their 
affair was truly over, they did not belong together. She would go home to 
her sister's house and he'd go home to the apartment he shared with his 
mother and they'd feel good about ending a pointless situation. 

The next day they'd no doubt find excuses to run into each other. By the end 
of the day they found an empty room, or a linen closet or a spot in the 
basement for a wild fuck. While Scott pumped his hard cock up that dark, 
cream-skinned belly he felt fully alive and would rise to glorious orgasm. 
She, too, released her passionate bitch, to twist and cry and keen her 
aliveness. Once the last throb and spurt of orgasm had ended, they were 
alone, with NOTHING to talk about except how they had to stop seeing one 
another. 

The whole thing was especially maddening to Scott because ninety per cent of 
the men who laid eyes on the Spanish beauty would give their eye teeth for a 
tenth of the sex he got from her. And rightly so. When your balls were full, 
all women were beautiful. When they were empty, reality set in. 

His new time of troubles was not without some minor advances. For some 
reason Bud Walton no longer bugged him. In fact, he hadn't for some time 
now. MAYBE it was because Scott broke up with his sister, maybe it was 
something else. It was also a minor pleasure to work in a hotel where Tom 
Riley didn't work. For once, the bars and the bellmen got along well. Scott 
guessed that Riley would be back soon enough after he was transferred to 
Houston--or if he quit, the day after that. Old Man Walton practically told 
him as much. 

"Why don't you transfer Tom to Houston?" asked Scott. 

"Scott, you don't understand," said Mr. Walton. "Tom's a lifelong friend of 
the owner and he'll ALWAYS have that advantage." 

Mr. Walton didn't say much about his breaking up with Natalie which bothered 
Scott, too. The whole family had seemed cool about the engagement when it 
started and cool when it ended. In fact with Mrs. Walton, Natalie's mother, 
it was almost a comic situation. Mrs. Walton drank and she seemed confused 
sometimes as to whether Scott and Natalie were married or about to be 
married, or, on one occasion, had just been divorced, causing embarrassment 
to both young people. 

Tom Riley showed up dramatically, on the night of the same day that Scott 
took Veronica Adams and Charlotte King to their room on the tenth floor. The 
first flash came from Oliva. 

"Tom's back," she told Scott. "I just saw him. He was sneaking around on the 
eighth floor, just waiting." 

"He's supposed to be on vacation--on suspension without pay!" cried Scott. 

"I know it was he, Scott. He saw me also too. He ducked like he no see." 

That blew Scott's mind. He had promised himself that if he ever laid eyes on 
Tom again he'd blast him off the face of the earth. Honor required it. Late 
in his shift he made a special trip upstairs to scout around--and he hit 
paydirt. He saw Tom Riley, big as life, walk out of the room occupied by 
Charlotte and Veronica, carrying a briefcase. 

Tom did not see him. Heart pumping, Scott followed. His mind really rocked 
when he thought about the odd set-up. First Charlotte and Veronica checking 
in together, two women who had no motive to be together. Then Tom Riley who 
did not connect with either of them leaving their room with a briefcase. 
Late at night, too. It was around eleven. 

Scott knew his elevators better than Tom. He was down in the lobby ahead of 
the big bartender. Tom looked neither right nor left as one does when hoping 
to escape attention. He did not head for the main exit. He headed for a 
little used side door exit. Scott was right behind him. He challenged the 
man as soon as Tom reached the sidewalk. 

"Right here, Riley." 

Tom spun around, glaring at Scott. 

"Oh. Oh, it's you, huh Colby. Stupid Scott," sneered Tom. At the same time 
he craned his neck to look up the street. "So what the hell do you want." 

"That briefcase you just took out of the hotel, for one thing." 

"Like hell. Veronica Adams told me--" 

Scott was in no mood to hold sidewalk discussions with the man who'd half 
beat him to death the last time they'd met. He jumped for his throat. Tom 
gave back, dropped the briefcase and parried with his fists. Scott ducked, 
they grappled. 

"This time, you sonofabitch, you're not getting in two killing blows ahead 
of time to get an edge," gritted Scott. He punched Tom in the stomach. 

"Woshhhh!" went Tom. "Dammit, Colby, I DON'T want to fight you tonight." 

"I didn't--want to fight you--that other night," grunted Scott. His fists 
flailed. 

Tom slashed back at him, but this time it was different. Scott was revved up 
to get revenge while Tom Riley just wanted to escape from there with the 
briefcase. Scott was sure it contained something stolen. Tom drove Scott to 
his knees once, but Scott put the big man down three times, and the last 
time Tom had no desire to get up. 

"That's enough, Scott. I quit." 

"What's it all about, baby?" 

"Just doing a favor for a friend, that's all." 

"I'll bet. You can say "goodbye" to your teeth." 

Scott lifted the battered head of the bartender, preparing to perform 
painful sidewalk dentistry with his fists. 

"Hold it, dammit!" cried Tom. "I'm not going to lose my teeth over any dumb 
dame." And he spilled the WHOLE story to Scott in quick, disjointed 
sentences. Scott tried to walk him back in the hotel to turn him over to the 
security people, but when he eased his grip on Tom to reach for the 
briefcase, Tom jerked loose and started to run. The last Scott saw of him 
was a high-flying pair of heels. 

As Scott stood there wondering if the police ought to be summoned a car spun 
around the corner and screeched its brakes to a halt. A man's hand reached 
out of the car. 

"The briefcase, quick!" 

"Like hell!" said Scott. 

A strange face stared at him from the car, did a take and then the car 
roared off, wheels spinning. Scott stood there grinning. Whoever wanted 
Charlotte's briefcase was blocked, knew the game was off and probably 
wouldn't be back. Based on Tom's story, it was probably Veronica Adams' 
private detective. Scott strolled back into the hotel, swinging the 
briefcase whistling happily to himself... 

Veronica awoke the next morning feeling absolutely tiptop. The girl sex last 
night had been fantastic. It had also served its purpose in helping her get 
that important briefcase with the near-complete audit into the hands of Tom 
Riley. After a couple of rounds Charlotte had become so exhausted that after 
a quick dinner downstairs she'd fallen into bed and a deep sleep. Then Tom 
showed up and off went the briefcase while the girl still slept. Veronica 
woke her once and pillaged the girl's cunt one more time, then fell into a 
deep, dreamless sleep herself. 

When she awoke both Charlotte and the briefcase were gone. That meant 
EVERYTHING had indeed taken place according to plan. The contents of the 
briefcase had been photographed and Riley had returned it before dawn. Poor 
Charlotte didn't even know it had been taken. So she was in the clear. For 
that matter, Veronica wouldn't even have to share any of her fee with 
Charlotte. She could pretend to argue some more and then give up gracefully 
and head back home as soon as possible. Charlotte would be reluctant to make 
trouble for her when Veronica could claim the young woman had molested her 
in a homosexual way. That was one night of lust that had really paid off in 
both pleasure and profit! 

She took a leisurely shower, daydreaming of the exotic places she could now 
afford to go to when she got her money. Europe, the Caribbean, Hawaii... She 
let the shower stream play on her cunt and grinned when she discovered she 
was as lustful today as she had been before all that sex yesterday. You just 
couldn't wear it out and it got better with age. 

Out of the shower, she examined her body in the mirror. Her skin looked so 
glossy, so fresh. Her breasts were high and proud. Her flanks were minus 
creases or wrinkles. Her face positively glowed. Her rejuvenated sex life 
was like a tonic. Forty? She looked more like thirty--even twenty-five, as 
young as Charlotte. Oh, she was going to have fun now that she'd given up 
the faithful, stay-at-home wife bit! 

She put a towel around her nude body and went back into the room to get her 
clothes. There were no clothes. Startled, she searched the closets, under 
the beds, everywhere. Her suitcases, all her belongings were gone. So were 
Charlotte's. 

There was a knock at the door. When she saw it was that nice looking 
bellman, Scott Whatever, she let him in. 

"Oh, young man--Scott. I was just about to call. Charlotte and I have been 
robbed!" 

"No, you haven't," said Scott. "I moved all Miss King's stuff to another 
room early this morning. You were still asleep. She requested it." 

Veronica felt a strange chill inside. She held up her pajamas. "But--where 
are the REST of my things?" 

"Oh, I took those too." 

"WHAT! How dare you. I will call--" 

Scott seemed to be enjoying himself. He waved a hand, smiling. 

"Don't call anybody except a lawyer, Mrs. Adams. You're in big trouble, I 
think. Charlotte wanted me to keep you here until she talked to the people 
at her home office. That's why I took the clothes. The reason you're in big 
trouble is that we caught Tom Riley last night with the briefcase and he 
told me all of it. He never got it to your private detective. He took off 
and hasn't been seen since. I don't think your private detective will be 
easy to find either. That leaves YOU." 

"Why, I--why, I-" Everything spun around her in shattering chaos. 

"So I just came upstairs to ask you to wait around, Mrs. Adams, until Miss 
King's people tell me whether to call the police or not." 

She backed up to the edge of the bed and sat down. "Please repeat all of 
that, Scott." 

He told her the whole thing again. She saw now that she was REALLY trapped 
now. Her ONLY chance was to get out of town, like Tom Riley, fast! 

"Scott," she said. "You know how bad my marriage was. I felt I simply had to 
take desperate measures to go get some money, because--" 

"Lots of people with bad marriages still don't commit felonies." 

"Charlotte and I come from the same city. I can return there and we can 
discuss it back there." 

"I think she wants you here on the scene of the crime so the cops can take 
statements, Mrs. Adams." 

"I won't stay!" she almost screamed at him. 

"You have to," he said easily. "You can hardly leave in those see-through 
pajamas." 

"Scott, Scott, look. I did you a favor ONCE. I had oral sex with you, hardly 
knowing you. You were so innocent. Few women would do that." 

"I know that. I appreciate it." 

"Scott, I know I appeal to you. If you'd like a little pleasure this 
afternoon--" 

"You appeal to me very much, Veronica. But this time I can't." 

She spun around and flung herself face down on the bed. "Get the hell out of 
here!" 

"Sure, Mrs. Adams. He looked down on her slim figure, clad only in the big 
towel and shook his head. The woman had thighs and legs that wouldn't stop. 
A cute butt, too. Who'd think she was forty? She looked more like thirty--or 
even twenty-five. Too bad! He went out of the room quietly. 

He waited for several minutes in the hall, still grinning and shaking his 
head. That Veronica was something else again! Then he went back into her 
room. 

She was on the phone as he'd expected she would be. 

"--is this the Hedge and Heather Shop--in the lobby?" she asked. "I want to 
order some clothes sent upstairs to my room. I have a credit card. The room 
number is--" A male hand plucked the telephone away from her. Scott spoke 
into it. 

"Never mind this call," he said. "The lady's credit is no good anyway." 

He hung up the phone. She spit at him like a cat and struck. He ducked and 
shoved her back on the bed. Two minutes later he had her securely tied on 
the bed, hands and feet bound by small bathroom towels. 

"Sorry for the inconvenience, Veronica. You'll have to stay. It won't be 
long. I should be getting a call from Charlotte any time." 

"When I get out of here, you'll lose your job and go to prison!" she cried. 
"This is kidnapping with bodily force." 

He shook his head. 

"Maybe, but you made one other mistake. You FORCED lesbian sex on Charlotte 
King. She'll swear to it if you make trouble. It's surprising how that kind 
of thing loses sympathy with all kinds of people. Hotel managers, police, 
company officials--" 

"Bastard!" 

"Please be nice, Veronica. If you talk like that I may have to wash your 
mouth out with soap. Even gag you!" 

She wiggled her tied wrists ineffectually and pulled at her tied ankles. 

"Oh, Scott, Scott. Please--this will ruin me--I'll do anything you want. 
Give you sex. Lots of it. I'll suck you off. I'll screw you--anything--only 
please let me go!" 

The truth of the matter was, he was half-hard. The towel had slipped a 
little and one of her breasts was almost exposed. Lying tied up on the bed, 
her long, shapely thighs and legs bare, her red-thatched little cunt barely 
covered, she was a sight to turn a man on. If he hadn't promised Charlotte, 
he'd jump her in a moment. 

The phone rang. He went to it reluctantly. It had been a great caper, as 
near to the movies as real life ever got. He answered it, and it was 
Charlotte, all right, at the other end of the line. 

He listened, his face turning dark. 

"Hold her for the police? The detectives will be here in just an hour? Yeah. 
Yeah, she won't be leaving. Yeah, I'll stand by. No problem, Charlotte--uh, 
Miss King. It was a close escape for you." 

He nodded, getting his instructions and then turned back to the woman on the 
bed. 

"I'm afraid you're for it, Veronica. Charlotte's company is plenty sore. 
White collar crime, you know. Everybody says more ought to be done about it, 
and they want to make an example of you." 

She gave a wail and burst into tears. 

Scott came over to the bed and sat down beside her. How beautiful she 
looked, wearing only that towel. Down below from her tied ankles, there was 
a sweep of lovely, bare legs, her bare curving thighs, and her cunt, almost 
exposed. Up above the towel had slipped, exposing one breast and pink, 
delicious nipple. She was a feast of helpless womanhood, and his prick stood 
right up in his pants. A part of him didn't want to touch her, but only a 
small part. His hand was drawn to that naked breast as if it were a magnet. 
Her flesh was warm to his hand and her nipple stood up obediently to 
hardness as he palmed her breast. 

"It's going to be awkward when the cops get here and you're wearing only the 
towel and have only the see-through pajamas. I guess I'll have to get your 
clothes from downstairs." 

"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!" she gasped, trying to shift. She looked innocent and 
vulnerable, like a small girl caught with her hand deep in the cookie jar. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. A minute ago you wanted sex and everything." 

He let go of her breast and pinched and kneaded her supple thigh. 

Through her tears she stared right at him, looked down at his crotch and saw 
his condition. 

"That was if you let me go. Scott--it's not too late! They won't be here for 
an hour." She gulped back tears and rushed on. "We could do it--and you 
could still get my clothes and let me go." 

"Honey, I'd love to. You're the most luscious sight I've seen in days. But I 
could get fired. No! I'd better not stare too much." 

He got his hands under her hips and flipped her over on her face so that he 
no longer had to stare at that exposed breast. Since he had tied her wrists 
in front of her, she now laid with her arms underneath. 

"Scott--listen. I'll come back and we'll have more fun after today. You 
could come and visit me--I'm moving out on Earl. There's be plenty of sex. 
You're exciting... you turn me on." 

He grinned. 

"You mean I could do anything I wanted?" 

"Anything!" she said with fervent sincerity. 

"Well, I don't know, Veronica." He was already taking off his clothes. "I'll 
admit it does seem harsh, since your scheme didn't work. And if they want 
you they can surely find you at home." 

"Yes, yes!" she cried over and over. 

He stared down at her back. The towel swirled around her ass in delectable 
curls. Her back thighs, firm and smooth, gleamed. Naked now and very hard he 
reached between them to separate her legs a little and feel her cunt. 

"Oh, Scott, that's beautiful!" she crooned as she felt his hand dig into her 
cunt lips. She tried to look back at him over her shoulder. Her tears were 
gone now, as she could see he was naked. 

"Untie me, Scott," she cried in triumph. "We're gonna have a ball." 

"Uh, no hurry. It's kind of sexy, having you tied up like this. I want you 
to reach down with your hands and jog yourself a little to get ready for 
me." 

She complied most eagerly, working her tied hands under her belly to reach 
her cunt, and he could see her fingers curl to dig into her pink, girlhood. 
He tossed the towel back over her behind and caught his breath at the 
fantastic sight. She had a narrow waist and full, smooth flawless buttocks. 
Her dark crack was somehow animal-human and the horizontal lines made two 
perfect up curves. There were two deep hollows above her hipbones and her 
back thighs fell away with breathtaking beauty. Veronica Adams had a 
magnificent rear end. It tensed now, smooth muscles working as she prepared 
herself for him as he had instructed. 

He grinned as he touched his cock and felt the power and eagerness inside. 
He was loaded and ready to go. Her busy fingers made her cunt flower and 
flow. She gave a couple of tender, erotic gasps. 

"I'll have to untie your ankles to get in," he told her. 

"Turn me over, Scott. Please untie my hands too." 

He undid her ankles and she gratefully spread her legs, opening her cunt. He 
did not untie her hands or turn her over. 

"You stay like that. It's different." 

She sighed but obediently lifted up her loins to give him cunt access from 
the rear. He mounted her, pulled her hips up higher and notched her cunt 
with his prick. She was tight, wet, slick, body-hot and luscious as he 
cleaved open her cunt. His rod seated all of the way inside of her and he 
throbbed in dry but rich elegance at his possession of her. 

"Oh, Scott, that feels so good. I'm so glad you'll help me." 

He pulled the towel loose and laid across her buttocks and back, gently 
fucking into her so as not to break the volcano inside of him. 

"Of course I could screw you and still hold you for the cops." 

"You wouldn't!" she gasped. 

"Not if you do exactly as I say," he promised. 

"I will. I will." 

His member was nicely soaked with her silken juices now. Reluctantly he 
pulled it out of her cunt. He moved up a couple of inches and dug the 
glistening cock head against the sewn-looking pucker of her asshole. 

"You--you've got the wrong hole," she laughed. 

"Have I?" 

He dug hard and she jumped as if shot. "Oh, Scott!" 

"Why NOT?" he said. "You have the most BEAUTIFUL ass I ever saw. Don't tell 
me no eager beaver has ever fucked your cute tail. How could they RESIST!" 

He shoved real hard. His cock almost buckled, throbbed in delight at the 
resistance and drove through her sphincter wall. 

"NOOOO!" she cried, gasping in pain, struggling under him. 

Cock violating her tail just a little bit, he held her down and laughed. 

"But you promised me anything. Anything at all." 

"No, Scott. Not that. It hurts! It burns! I'm on fire!" 

He got his hands on her hips, ready for the hard shove. "So am I, honey," he 
said. "I have to tell you--this will hurt you more than it hurts me--in the 
beginning. It's like an operation. The first cuts are the hardest to take." 

"Oh... my... God!" 

He took his cock out of her and her muscle closed and she sighed in relief. 
It would be better to use his finger to loosen her ass muscle first. His 
penis looked awfully large to punch into that tight hole. Then he thought 
how she'd dressed down poor Adams and tried to ruin Charlotte, even forced 
girl sex on her. Did she deserve ANY consideration? Not much. 

He held her hips tightly, raping into her asshole with furious, deep 
thrusts. She screamed and rocked under him. The tender hole, protected by 
some of the most sensitive nerves in the body ached with pain at his 
ravaging. 

"Ahhh, nooo. AWRRRR. No, no,--oh, it's so tenderrrrr. Oh, Scott." 

It reminded him of the time he'd taken the girl's maidenhead, the struggles, 
the resistance. It was, of course, a virgin assfuck for Veronica. For him it 
was all pleasure. Her sphincter caved in and he felt smooth, warm gut 
welcome him. He unsealed her, panting with delight at the slick asshole 
friction. Her flesh was more stubborn and unyielding than a cunt but tight, 
hot and sexy. 

"Oh, baby, you are--one--sweet--assfuck," he crooned at her. 

She still jerked and plunged under him wailing. 

"You're splitting me in two. I'm taken--oh, it goes in--so deeeeep," she 
keened. 

Her smooth buttocks worked against his thighs, thrilling him, flexing hard 
and soft in her helpless agony. 

"You deserve every pain wave, Veronica," he managed, grunting in his joy. 
"You know you do." 

"Awwww, no, no. Uuuuu, I feel so full." 

He lay still on top of her, his cock rammed as deep as it would go in her 
anus. Her back fit smoothly along his front. He rocked a little to one side 
and got a hand on her naked breast, under her. Then he rocked to the other 
side and palmed that breast. Talk about perfect contact. Her body was so 
tight against his, so hot and sexy that he felt he could fuck right up to 
her tits through her sexy, gelid being. 

"Veronica, you... are turning... me on... like crazy. You're the best 
cornhole in the city, bar none. I want you--to move your ass now... and get 
your fingers back inside your cunt. You can have some fun that way, along 
with me." 

"Ohhh, I'm so violated. It feels like a baseball bat in me, Scott. Please 
take it out." 

"Jack yourself off," he said pleasantly. "I can tell it doesn't hurt so much 
now. Nobody ever died of it." 

"It's HUMILIATING!" she complained. 

He jogged gently up her ass and felt her whole body quiver. 

"That humiliation can kill you," he agreed. "But then you deserve some kind 
of punishment. You know you do." 

He jiggled again and she wailed, but he knew now that her pain had lessened 
considerably. There were definite quivers of sexuality and pleasure in her 
loins. Her hands, still tied, slid under to frig her cunt and she gave a 
small gasp. She was going to take his assfuck. 

He started out still hugging her tightly, hands palming her tits and 
nuzzling at her neck and biting the soft skin around her throat. He wished 
he could turn her head back over her shoulders to kiss her, but that was 
impossible. It was plenty good this way. He moved his cock like some kind of 
secret weapon planted in her body, only a couple of inches in short bunts. 
She responded remarkably and deliciously grunting and moving like a wounded 
animal, guardedly with his prick exerting anal control over her entire body. 
She did not want that vital and tender ass passage ravaged. In regular sex 
you could drive a woman with her clit, making her go hotter and hotter. This 
was the diesel engine of sex, no ignition, but you could drive her by making 
her respond to the tenderness and fear of hurt and with her finger on her 
own button, it wasn't without pleasure for her either. 

"Ah, Scott, ahhh. I--I think it's b-b-better," she said after a tense 
moment. 

Her soft passage hugged and fucked on his prick. Her soft buttocks worked on 
his thighs. Her nipples burned on his palms. Her sweating back plastered to 
his front gave him the warm, close feeling of consuming passion. Sometimes 
passion didn't mean wild plunging, or raking fingernails as it did so often 
with Oliva. It meant soft, frictive pressures along his prick, lots of nude 
body contact and the sweet, wounded shifting of a female partner being 
lusciously fucked. 

He began to fuck her harder, feeling a deep, almost holy, rising of his lust 
to fuck deep into her and make her take his seed. 

"You're made for assfucking," he breathed in her ear. 

"That's an in--insult," she hissed. 

"Quit kidding. You're getting hot, you bitch. Once you've got hard prick up 
your tail you're a creamy, crazy cocklover, Veronica. Squeeze your sphincter 
on me. It feels so good." 

"You--you--" 

She laughed in exasperation and squeezed her ass muscle. 

The gout of pleasure almost sent him out of his mind and made him lose the 
boiling volcano in his balls. 

"Ahhhh. Uuuuuu," he keened. 

She was reckless now. The pain had dropped off for her to an unpleasant 
fullness. His sliding cock felt weird, and then it felt interesting and then 
it began to heat her up and feel good, riding on her mucous membranes. It 
was a female pleasure to take a man's penis into her body and she thrilled 
to his hot passion for her ass. Imagine a young guy wanting to tear her 
bottom up with his dong. Later, her violated tunnel might ache from his 
usage, but right now in the heat of her rising sexuality it felt great. She 
kept her fingers riding her clit inside of her cunt and her belly began to 
swell and thrill towards heavenly release. 

"Scott, I think--you're going to--MAKE ME." 

"Baby, I know I'm going to load--your sweet tail," he gasped. 

They were both getting into the high animal pleasure now. He was trying to 
hold on because he knew that when she gave up her sex her asshole would 
quake and he wanted to feel it spasm around his full, fuck-sensitive cock. 

She was in a daze of good feeling. Taking it right in her ass and coming for 
it. It made her feel strange to be played so expertly by the young man, but 
she could feel her belly, her nerves, her feminine being getting ready for a 
massive orgasm. She got that inevitable, faint-feeling sensation and an 
incredible glow and heat in her guts. 

"Oh, now. I'm going. I--I--I've got to--" she laughed. 

Then she grunted and worked her ass furiously against his own fierce ramming 
as he tried to send her over the cliff of climax. He succeeded--with her 
connivance. 

"Ah, Scott. MY ASSN! I'm taaaakennnnn," she wailed. 

She lifted her rear against him and her buttocks were temporarily like steel 
in velvet, very sexy. "AH--OOHHHHH," she gasped. 

She began to laugh, almost hysterically in her relief as she came, thrusting 
her butt against him and quaking, cunt and asshole. He got the most luscious 
feeling imaginable to sense her sphincter clutching wildly at the base of 
his cock as he fucked her through. 

"Aieeeee!" she went. 

She had never in her life felt so deliciously penetrated, loved and 
mastered. Her body glowed in splendor from head to toe. Each spending quake 
was a triumph of her nervous system thrilled to the limits of her erotic 
being. 

Her twisting, orgasmic body threw him over in one of those slow, lewd, 
lustful and happy freezes where his body became paralyzed, inch by inch. 

"SEEDING... YOUUUUUU," he called. 

Spurt, spurt, spurt, deep up her guts to the very center of her being, he 
gave it all up, flooding her anal passage with a creamy enema. He, too, had 
to laugh in relieved hysteria at the expenditure of the erotic pressure, 
transformed into deep-gut, throwing pleasure. Wham, wham, wham. He went 
dizzy and a little faint with the tremendous gushes of his sperm into her 
trembling, soft body. She jerked right along with him, drawing off sperm, 
taking it, her tight sphincter seeming to milk him. Gout after gout of joy 
spasms rocked him as he laid his pleasure seed deep in her body. He had her 
locked in a grip of steel as he blew, and she had to struggle to breathe 
while he gasped, grunted, keened, spurted, bit into her neck and slobbered 
on her shoulder. 

"Oh, that's a ride, a WILD-ASS RIDE," he panted, finally fading. Still his 
cock spurted some more, and his belly felt as if he'd exploded a gallon of 
happy male semen deep into her body, for his best orgasm ever... 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Veronica was dressed and packed and practically stumbled over Scott, getting 
into the elevator with him for the ride to the lobby. 

"Hurry, Scott, hurry. It's been over an hour. The police are overdue." 

"I'm hurrying." 

"You're NOT HURRYING," she practically screamed at him. "You're delaying so 
I'll get caught--after all you did to me." 

"Just a little happy run. Besides, you deserved it." 

"They could be on the way up in the outside elevator." 

"Oh, you're okay now, Veronica. There's always a taxi just outside the door 
and plenty of commuter flights back to your home." 

"Just my luck that they'll nail me in the lobby, one short step from 
freedom," she complained. 

Scott waited until they reached the lobby to tell her. 

"Veronica, the police aren't coming." 

She had started to plunge across the lobby. Now she stopped so sharply that 
she skidded a little on high heels. 

"WHAT?" 

"No cops, Veronica. No Charlotte, no nothing. I lied to you. When Charlotte 
called she said the company didn't want any publicity. Since the papers 
weren't stolen or copied they insisted on forgetting the whole thing. So 
you're home free--except Charlotte is going to be unfriendly for a little 
while." 

"You--why, you--" 

"You looked so cute--and you did deserve a little punishment for what you 
tried to do. So I lied." 

"Oh, damn!" 

She flushed angrily, scolding him as he escorted her to her taxi. He noted 
with some satisfaction that she walked stiff-legged as if her behind hurt 
her a little. He guessed it ached after the rough trip he'd given her. He 
shoved her bags into the cab and faced her. 

"Thanks for stopping off with us at the GUARDIAN," he smiled. "I hope your 
stay was pleasant--right up to the end." 

She'd blown out all her anger. 

"Scott, you've changed from the sweet, innocent boy of my last trip," she 
said sadly. "What you did to me was dirty and sadistic." 

"But fun," he insisted. "I hope you make it back this way." 

Her eyes still emitted flashes of anger, yet they suddenly melted. 

"I probably will." she sighed. 

Driving away from the GUARDIAN, sitting tenderly on the edge of the seat 
because her rear still burned and ached from Scott's hot injection she 
started to curse and then ended up laughing. There'd been some real kicks on 
the trip after all. The GUARDIAN seemed to be a place where things really 
happened... 

Scott stood on the curb for a while staring after the cab. A big limousine 
swept around the corner and parked. From the main entrance three figures 
emerged--Mr. Walton, Natalie and Bud Walton. The old man and his daughter 
were dressed for traveling and a bellboy with their luggage brought up the 
rear. Scott watched in surprise as they loaded into the car and took off. 
They did not see him. He caught up with Bud as the security man walked back 
alone into the GUARDIAN. 

"We're not engaged any more--but I didn't know Natalie was leaving town," 
said Scott. 

Bud looked at him sideways and then seemed to reach a decision. 

"I have to tell you, Scott, you were had." The man's voice was not 
unfriendly for once. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Natalie never planned to marry you. She's hung up on some guy back East. He 
couldn't make up his mind. So she got engaged to push him over the edge. 
That's why she's stalled all these months." 

"Holy Christ!" 

"Sorry about that, Colby, but my lips were sealed--till now. She's on her 
way back to see him. I think they've worked it out." 

Scott stood in the lobby, feeling waves of sickness and disgust. So much for 
his great plans for the future with a sensible woman at his side. Of course, 
it was over before--but to know he'd been used... Bud kept on talking but he 
hardly listened until the man put a hand on his arm. 

"You HEARD what I asked?" 

"No, Bud." 

"I said I'm tired of being the guy creeping around spying on people and 
getting nothing but lumps." 

He went on to say that one night he'd checked on Scott and actually seen him 
getting it off in sex with that little number they were supposed to 
baby-sit. He'd checked further and the consensus was that Scott Colby had a 
knack of getting laid more than anybody on the staff. There was lots of talk 
about that creamy little Spanish maid who'd broken up with her husband. 

"I want to get in on it, Scott. I want to get in on your next orgy. I want 
to be friends--and find out how you manage to kill all those dolls." 

To his astonishment, Scott found himself shaking Bud's hands and making a 
silly promise to count him in the next time there was action. Action? Hell, 
what action. The only good thing in his life right now was that he wouldn't 
have to transfer to Houston or quit the GUARDIAN. Tom Riley had killed 
himself with the hotel chain with that robbery last night and wouldn't be 
back, now or ever. 

Morosely, Scott wandered upstairs to see if Oliva were on duty that night. 
Another shock awaited him. 

"She quit at noon," said the housekeeper, a matronly woman who held herself 
aloof from the foibles of hotel people. "My guess is she's going to the new 
place in Houston. Hotel workers are crazy you know. Always moving around to 
new locations, especially if they work for a chain and new spots open up. 
You hang around this business long enough, you will too, Scott." 

Oliva gone. Natalie gone. Everything was closing down and dark. Scott felt 
old and decadent at twenty-two and all at once longed for the simpler days 
only weeks ago when his future looked bright and settled. It was as if when 
he started getting into all the heavy sex things fell apart. 

He reached the lobby. He had only a half hour left on his shift which ended 
early that night. The thing to do was go out and get drunk and forget the 
whole GUARDIAN scene. 

He almost stumbled over a young woman checking in. A rather pudgy girl with 
a bright smile. There was another young woman with her, with big dark eyes. 

"Scott!" 

His arms were suddenly filled with the soft presence of Babs Preston. Paula 
Vickers grinned at him over her friend's shoulder. 

"You two back?" he cried. "But you just missed Natalie. She took off a while 
ago for--" 

"We know it," laughed Babs. "We had lunch with her. We didn't come to see 
her. We came so that Paula could get away from her husband who's been giving 
her a bad time." 

Paula looked shyly at Scott and then blushed. 

"On the last trip I'd just been separated. Now I know I want a divorce for 
sure." 

"Which is a heavy drag," said Babs. "So we tried to think of the last place 
where Paula had had any fun and turned out to be your little ol' sexpot 
hotel--here we are." 

Scott suddenly felt as if someone had turned on the sun again. He grinned 
from ear to ear. 

"Well, now, ladies, since you put so much faith in the GUARDIAN I'll have to 
make sure we don't let you down. By any chance are you girls free tonight?" 

Babs pretended to be leafing through a date book in the palm of her empty 
hand. 

"It just so happens we can give you a few minutes this very evening, Scott," 
she laughed... 

Bud Walton finished his room checks about 10 PM. That was an important job 
of security--to check the rooms where guests were supposed to have left but 
maids reported luggage or other signs of occupancy. Usually the guests had 
just decided to stay over and failed to notify the desk, but it could also 
mean trouble--a sudden sickness or worse, or that something had happened to 
the people out in the big city. There was also the reverse kind of check 
where the hotel suspected a "skip," someone who was supposed to be in a room 
but it had been cleared. The guests might've sneaked out without paying the 
bill. 

Tonight Bud's mind wasn't on his job. He was sick and tired of playing MR. 
STRAIGHT, hassling people with embarrassing, security-type questions and 
getting hostility back. He'd just about decided to ask his father to make 
him a bellhop. It had all turned around for him on the night he'd seen Scott 
hump that luscious young chick. For the first time he didn't go running to 
his father or some assistant manager with hot accusations. He just sat on it 
and thought. All he got for playing spy was minimal thanks from his father 
and tight-lipped tolerance from the staff, guests and everybody else. Who 
needed that when the hotel filled nightly with women as well as men, some of 
which were good-looking and willing to have sex? 

At ten o'clock, finished, he knocked on the door of the Victorian Suite with 
a fast-beating heart. The two suites on the top floor were empty tonight. He 
had enough authority to get the Victorian for Scott and cadge some food and 
drinks. Scott was supposed to do the rest. 

Scott, off-duty, admitted him to the room. Loud rock music played. There 
were three dancers. Harv Donaldson, that bellman from the other hotel earned 
barely an eye flick of surprise. The sight of the other two stopped him 
cold. Paula, the quiet, dark-haired friend of Natalie's wore orange nylon 
pajamas and her body was a symphony of graceful. 

sexy motion as the music seemed to drive her. There was something intensely 
vulnerable, sexual about that quiet one that he'd felt before. As she danced 
it was enough to give him a tingle in his cock. 

The outgoing Babs with her happy laughter, flashing smile and energetic body 
brought his cock right up in his pants. She wore a tight, white outfit that 
looked something like a drum majorette's costume, tight in her crotch, tight 
on her big breasts. Dressed, Babs seemed vaguely sexual. Undressed and 
dancing so that her body got a sheen of sweat she WAS indeed exciting. Her 
thighs, legs and rear were perfectly shaped in voluptuous womanhood. Her 
breasts were outstanding both literally and erotically. Dressed in that 
dazzling costume, with lots of pink skin showing, her feet encased in dainty 
boots, she was enough to bring up any man's prick. 

The frosting on the cake was Charlotte King. He couldn't tell if her wine 
colored outfit was pajamas or a sexy pants suit, but he'd never seen 
anything so luscious in his life. Soft, gleaming cloth pulled and teased 
across a body so elegant he felt she should be a PROFESSIONAL beauty. He'd 
seen her many times on the arm of Adams and been impressed even while 
disapproving of their affair. His disapproval, he realized, had been mostly 
jealousy--and here she was at his party! Man, she did have a beautiful face 
to go with that gorgeous body! He had to keep a hand in front of his crotch 
as salutations were exchanged. 

"It isn't too much of a party. Bud," Scott grinned, "but it was the best we 
could do on short notice." 

"I ain't complaining," Bud smiled. 

Scott felt relaxed and happy. It was a time between challenges in his life. 
The old moods and feelings were gone, swept away by the bonanza of sex he'd 
enjoyed over the past few weeks. His new direction had not been chosen, so 
he could afford to go with the flow. The selection of Harv and Babs for his 
party was excellent. With those two in the room, sex was bound to happen, 
and, in fact, he'd had trouble holding things down until Bud arrived. He 
owed Bud nothing, yet the man's change of demeanor somehow fitted his own 
life changes and he felt simpatico to Bud's abrupt turnabout. 

Harv and Babs drifted alone into the next room, the big bedroom of the suite 
where Scott had once enjoyed the favors of Oliva. He and Bud talked to Paula 
and Charlotte, the sand blonde amused by Bud's obvious worship of her good 
looks. Charlotte felt grateful to Scott for breaking up that nasty situation 
she'd gotten herself into with Veronica Adams, and she'd been more than 
willing to come to his bash, even knowing that it would probably end in an 
orgy. She really liked the handsome young bellman and felt sorry for his 
breakup with Natalie. 

Harv came to the door of the bedroom and called out to the others: "We have 
a special delivery letter for Bud Walton." 

Bud tore himself away from staring at Charlotte and went into the bedroom 
with the scared, pleased look of a man that knew big things were about to 
happen. 

"That boy is earnest, willing and ready," laughed Charlotte. 

"He'll probably need lots of training," said Scott... 

Inside the bedroom there were no preliminaries. Babs was baby naked, lying 
on the bed with her legs open, cunt flowing. Harv Donaldson merely got back 
on the bed and eased into her saddle. 

"I fuck, she sucks you," he told Bud. "Make it fast; we're both hot." 

Bud undressed with trembling fingers, his mind blown away by seeing the 
bellman fit his prick into the body of the voluptuous girl and begin to ream 
and fuck her. He got on the bed, heart pumping. Babs grinned at him, grabbed 
his prick and said: "Make it last!" 

Then she slid his stiff cock into her mouth and he keened with wild 
pleasure. Just like that! He was right in the middle of happyland, his cock 
locked in the sexy girl's hot, wet mouth, under delicious suction while he 
could see Harvey drilling his own rod right into the girl's tight cunt. Wow 
and wowee! 

He hardly had time to enjoy the slick, sweet friction and savor the erotic 
sight of the sucking girl being fucked when Harv stopped. He told Bud to 
break off and go get Charlotte. They'd give her a Special Delivery letter, 
too. 

Bud disengaged with a groan. He wanted nothing so much as getting off his 
rocks, but he also thrilled to the idea of seeing the fabulous Charlotte 
naked and involved in this group sex. 

"I hope you can suck my cunt," said Babs. "We're going to make a chain." 

"I never have--but for her I'd jump off the GUARDIAN tower," breathed Bud. 

"We'll teach," said Harv. "Not to worry." 

Charlotte turned on as soon as she saw the nude people and what they were 
doing. The sight of two hard male cocks, each glistening with Babs' fluids 
was enough to start her own cunt bubbling. She slid out of her outfit and 
joined them on the bed. Bud was half out of his mind with delight, first to 
see the beautiful woman naked, second to sink his head between those superb 
thighs and push his mouth against her wet, warm cunt. All three instructed 
him until he had Charlotte sliding, hot and happy on his mouth, while Babs 
continued to suck him and Harv resumed his fuck of Babs. 

"Don't you come early!" Babs warned Bud. "We've got two more to go." She had 
felt Bud's eager dry throbs. 

"This is a crazy game," laughed Bud. 

"A variation on an ancient parlor kissing game," said Charlotte. "It's 
called "Post Office." Someone goes into a bedroom or closet and sends out 
word for a "special delivery" or a "postcard" or a whatever, to the waiting 
people. Then the one who's called in gets his or her turn to call in his 
favorite person for the next action, and so on." 

"This way is better," said Harvey. "Thank God the bed in here's big enough." 

In a moment Charlotte went and got Scott and Paula and then the chain was 
complete. Charlotte sucked Scott's prick and Scott dove his head between the 
thighs of the soft, exquisite Paula and burned his mouth into her cunt. 

Bud lived in ecstasy. Who'd ever dream such a fantastic sight and scene 
could take place? The bed was filled with laughing, kidding people, all 
beautiful and nude, all stroking and loving each other. There were wild 
sights on every hand, Charlotte's incredible nudity, Paula's sexy ass, Babs 
voluptuous breasts. At first it was mostly talk and kidding without much 
real sex as people grappled, groped, kissed and kidded: "You've got the 
wrong prick!" 

"Get your fingers out of her cunt and finger the cunt you're supposed to." 

"You're biting my nipple off. Awrkkkk!" 

"Ahh-ohh--somebody's trying to push a finger in my ass. Stop, whoever you 
are." 

"Eeeeeee." 

"Ahhhhh." 

"Uh-huh, more, MORE MORE!" 

The novelty of all the nudity and the natural embarrassment of starting up 
the orgy very SOON wore off. The action resumed. Harv had treasured his 
spill as long as he could. Now he drove his cock seriously into the slick, 
gripping cunt of Babs who was likewise wide-eyed with erotic joy, since 
they'd been fucking the longest. Her rising passion made her relish and love 
Bud's prick and Bud gasped in the lifting delight of approaching orgasm. 
Doggedly he kept eating into Charlotte's cunt. He wanted to blow his cock 
and his mind while his face was buried into the sexy woman's belly. 
Charlotte thrilled to Bud's eagerness and she treasured Scott's prick, 
because she liked him almost to the point of love. She had never serviced 
him orally and she was willing to do anything that he wanted if she could 
get some action from his loins. Scott sensed the passion of the beautiful 
girl that sucked him and felt proud that she felt so warm towards him. Yet 
he was totally intrigued by the silent, big-eyed Paula. He noted with ironic 
amusement that except for Harv and Babs, everything was a little off center. 
Bud would have to give up his jism to Babs but wanted Charlotte. He'd have 
to milk off in Charlotte's mouth although he preferred slightly the body of 
the dark-haired girl. Never mind! This was plenty good. 

"Ah, God!" cried Harv. "That did it." 

The room was electrified. They all watched and heard Harv go through his 
freeze and then, grunting, seed Babs' belly. He had barely started his hot 
throws deep in her cunt, when Babs, big-eyed, gave a cry and came for him. 
She rocked and jerked, but the warm-hearted pudgy girl was able to keep 
control of Bud's cock. 

"Ahhhh, yesssss!" Bud shouted suddenly. 

He gave a cry of wounded delight and began to spurt jism into Bab's mouth. 
Enamored of Charlotte, he somehow managed to keep sucking on her cunt, and 
Charlotte, thrilled to her bones by all this sexuality, felt her body still 
and began to throb her cunt on Bud's mouth. Dizzy from the wildness of all 
those orgasms, she pulled Scott's cock. 

"Ah-uh," went Scott. His cock swelled and exploded in Charlotte's mouth and 
it was indeed a beautiful sight to see, Harv melted on Babs, Babs with some 
of Bud's come trickling out of her mouth, big breasts heaving, Charlotte 
still bucking her belly on Bud's head while she drank Scott's rich, furious 
spurts of relieved delight. 

"Ahhh, yeahhh." 

"Uhhhh, goiiing." 

"Heavennnnn!" 

Scott rinsed off huge gobs of liquid male sperm before he turned his 
attention to Paula. She was like a little rabbit in his hands. She was so 
turned on to him that he could control her to slow or speed her orgasm as he 
wished. Her big eyes rested adoringly on him and when he resumed driving her 
with his tongue, those eyes rolled back in her head her legs widened, her 
cunt oiled faster and she obediently gave up her sex to him with 
unmistakable signs of being crazed to please him. 

It was only the beginning of the wildest night ever taking place inside 
GUARDIAN walls. Bud got to fuck Charlotte which put him right in heaven. For 
the first time in his life he was able to lay his jism between the legs of a 
truly gorgeous woman. Harv then fucked Charlotte who had impressed him 
almost as much as she impressed Bud. While Charlotte took the lusting, 
bucking Harv between her legs she looked over at Scott and rolled her eyes. 
Scott knew he'd have to make it up to her later. 

The others watched as these erotic episodes took place and then Scott and 
Babs went into the kitchen to root, ostensibly for food, but Scott was 
entranced with the mellow, rich buttocks of the hefty girl and fucked her 
ass, laying her over the kitchen table. The bubbly, bouncing Babs loved 
every second of this new, erotic thrill, pain and all. 

After that the party broke up. Babs and Harv wandered out into the city to 
do some serious drinking before the evening ended. Charlotte escorted Bud 
Walton back to the Walton apartment, the security man burned out from lust 
and a little tipsy from the liquor he drank to celebrate his new 
personality. Afterwards Charlotte saw Scott briefly at the door of the 
Victorian suite. 

"I know you want to finish the night with--that one," she said, nodding her 
head at the interior. "Just the same I haven't given up a certain lewd 
interest in your BODY and SOUL. I'll be in town for a couple of days yet." 

Scott laughed. "Thanks, Charlotte. I think it's merely infatuation, 
nevertheless I want to run it out. By no means am I going to jump from 
Natalie to Paula and commit myself again. Tomorrow night will be all ours." 

"Tomorrow," she smiled and kissed him tenderly. 

Scott went back to the bedroom where Paula lay in naked splendor, ready for 
her big involvement of the evening. There was something deeply sexual, some 
tight bond between them. He was a little crazier to fuck the dark-haired 
girl than any of the others, but he couldn't put it in words. Maybe it would 
burn away, maybe not. In love and sex the mind didn't count--you had to 
follow your hard-ons. And he wasn't going to worry. She was just coming off 
a bad marriage and he from a major changed in his own lifestyle. 

She welcomed him almost shyly, closing her legs to hide her primary sex 
center and folding her arms over her perky, sexy breasts. 

He climbed on top of her, his cock hard and ready. 

"I don't know what it is, Paula. I'm just crazy to take you. And take you 
some more, all night long." 

"It's a good way to spend the night," she said mildly. 

But when she opened her legs he drove his prick up her slick, tight cunt 
there was nothing mild about her reaction. She could not form words, just 
grunts, groans, moans and cries. 

"Oh, mmm, eee, ahhhh, uuueeee." 

It was almost weird, her total passion unlocked as she twisted and bucked 
and roiled under him, soft muscles straining, body sweating, heart pumping. 

He had barely begun to ream her properly with ecstatic strokes that sent his 
jism boiling inside of him before she gasped, locked upwards to his belly 
and came. 

It was an unbelievable experience. As he continued to drill the hot, sexy 
girl she just kept tensing and coming, sometimes falling away to passive 
panting, her whole body open to his and lost. Then new thrills shook her, 
her tits harden, her eyes opened and gleamed hotly and she once again bucked 
and thrust that white-hot cunt along his prick. 

"God, you want it, Paula!" he cried. "You want the most fuck a man can 
deliver." 

"You--you-you--" she cried softly. 

He lifted up her hips, centered on her tight passage, worked one finger up 
her asshole and then fucked her with blind, animal fury, driving and 
drilling into her body as if his life depended on it. The girl keened and 
throbbed intensely, gloving and sweetly squeezing his cock. 

Then he went still in the moment of ultimate glory. 

"Oh, Paula. NOW--THIS IS IT. YOU'RE--FUUUUCKED!" 

He had to sob as he went into a fabulous freeze of delight and then his cock 
broke and the wonderful, spuming gushes began, flung up from his toes and 
bursting into her cunt against her womb wall with terrific back pressure. 

"Ah, ah, ah," he went, unloading all his hot white sperm. 

It was the key, prime moment of all the sexual events that had swept him 
along since the day he'd masturbated on Oliva's belly while watching 
Charlotte being fucked. He twisted and jerked and threw his hot seed into 
Paula with maddened, luscious delight, no longer the Scott Colby of those 
days, a different young man entirely. 


THE END
