Chapter 7
At six o'clock there was a discreet rap on the door of room 216. Loxley stood in the hallway, wondering just what was going to happen. The mysterious note said to be prepared for a ball. That could mean almost anything. So Loxley was prepared for anything. And the door swung open. "Come on in." He didn't know the voice; it was low, sultry and female.
A little tingle of expectancy always came to Loxley's scrotum when he was invited into a strange dark room by a young woman. He'd done this type of thing more than once and had usually managed to end up in bed. He was thinking of this as he entered.
After having spent two hours with the young girl from college to get her jollies off, he was a pooped-out cat but he was never too pooped out to get his nuts off once more.
He narrowed his eyes as he tried to adjust to the darkness of the room and all he could see was a candle flickering. Then he whistled softly as he saw her. She was lying on the bed right below a long mirror, as naked as the day she was born.
As his eyes adjusted, his prick began to tremble. Loxley preferred young girls, true, but standing there, looking down at what he had thought was a dull and fat old lady, he knew he'd been hasty. Ellen Speakman had a great figure in any man's book. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. Loxley watched her breasts rise and fall with her rhythmic breathing, and his hand, in his right pocket, moved over to touch his trembling cock.
He was still watching Ellen's sleeping form when he remembered the voice and he asked, "Who's here? Where are you?"
He turned toward the direction of the low and husky voice. "I'm right here." A short, thin and very young girl walked into the candlelight and stood beside the bed. She, too, was naked.
Now Loxley's cock really jumped. The young girl was stirring him, something that always happened when he was face to face with a naked girl in a dark room. She was about fourteen-or maybe less. Her frame was slight and white, and two small tits about the size of lemons were beginning to form on her chest. Her belly was flat, something Loxley really liked, and she was just beginning to grow a small and fine patch of golden hair down by her cunt. Her legs were thin, apart at the thighs, meeting at the knees and calves and then slightly apart again at the ankles. But her eyes were the attraction that really stunned Loxley. They were large, dark and sad-eyes that had seen everything, eyes that would promise anything.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Carol. Carol Johnson."
"Carol?" Loxley repeated. "I'm Bill to my friends. What are we supposed to do here?" He was becoming uncomfortable. It was pretty obvious what he was going to do, but he always liked to ask first, just to make sure. And he wished there were more light.
"You can do anything you want to do," came Carol's expressionless reply. Her eyes bored into him. She might have been twelve, Loxley thought, surveying her tits. Young girls were so pure, so innocent, so sexy. It was much more fun to fuck the innocent ones. Loxley had screwed so many worldly wise women-none of them ever thought it was nasty. They all loved it just for the screwing.
But little girls always made a big deal out of even the smallest fuck. They acted as though they were going to get struck by lightning, and this made Loxley enjoy the forbidden fruit all the more. If it's easy, after all, it isn't worth much. Nasty fucks were always the best fucks, regardless of the woman-an old lady just didn't understand about that, usually.
"Anything?" Loxley replied. He looked from the young girl to the unconscious figure of Ellen Speakman. Both would be nasty fucks. The best, in fact. Now his balls were going crazy. He was going to get to fuck Ellen Speakman, the world's most famous virgin. And he'd also throw a fuck into the child.
But this was not the time to stand around, and his hand moved down and touched Ellen's flat stomach. He then felt her tits with both hands, and his cock was all the way up, ready for action. The large mounds were firm and smooth and the nipples slowly grew to life as he massaged them. Massaging and rolling nipples on large tits always got to him and would bring him to the point of being really ready.
He looked at the young girl as his hands rubbed and felt the older woman's large and firm tits. What a difference, he thought, and motioned for the young girl to come over to him. She did and he reached out and touched one of her tits as his other hand continued to rub those of the other woman. "Are you a virgin?"
"No," she said, "but she is." The child pointed and moved closer to Loxley. She unzipped his fly and pulled his trembling cock out of his pants.
Oh oh, he thought, now I know for sure. He couldn't believe the older woman was really a virgin, despite what people said, and his finger moved down and swept over the tangle of soft pubic hairs on the base of her stomach. She had moist lips and his finger slid in readily. The young girl was slowly jacking him off, her large eyes watching his finger with great interest.
His finger moved slowly up and into the cunt and explored the tight wet walls; then he touched it-her membrane. By God, he said to himself, she is a virgin!
Having a chance at a cherry was too much, and he thought he was going to come right in the young girl's hand. It had been a busy afternoon. The other girl was not quite as small-chested as Carol, but she'd been a terror in bed, the kind of fuck he really liked. He'd had her rolled in a ball and fucked her down. Then he'd been on his back with her on top, lowering her cunt down on his prick. They'd done it dog-fashion and, as he was leaving, he gave her a wall job. Wall jobs were the best when there was a need to hurry or you had to fuck in public places.
Now this cunt was rippling around his finger, just like it was alive. But the woman didn't move a muscle. She was dead to the world and didn't bat an eye as Loxley pressed against her cherry. And the young girl pumped away on his cock. The head was getting big and red and his balls were beginning to get nervous.
"Do you want me to fuck you first?" he asked the girl.
"No, I'd like you to finger me while I watch you pop her cherry. I'll straddle her with my cunt aiming at you. Here's a pillow." He took the pillow she offered him and put it under Ellen's ass. This elevated her cunt so it was aiming upward. The scene was set and he stepped away to survey it.
Dropping his slacks and taking them off, he next removed his shorts. His cock was standing out like a spear and it twitched nervously. The thought of fucking this woman, plucking her long-guarded cherry was enough to make him come immediately. And he watched as the small girl climbed up and straddled the other. Her arms and legs were spread out and her little tits hung down just slightly. Her cunt and asshole were in plain view.
He climbed in between Ellen's spread legs and poised his cock against the hairy crack of her cunt. Rubbing the prick up and down against her crack was enough to drive any man crazy, for she was a real live virgin, about to have her virginity lifted. And her cunt was going to be nice and tight. He put the head of his cock against the hole and pushed slightly. It was too tight, and refused to admit him.
He thrust two fingers into the cunt and worked them around, bringing moisture to the opening. Then he pressed his prick onto the moist passage once again and pushed gently. It popped in and was held by the cunt in a vise-like grip. Man, was she tight. He pushed forward, wiggling his cock slightly as he did. She was so tight it almost hurt, but the sex drive took control as it always did in such situations, and he pushed harder and harder, not able to think about anything else. Having a prick in a virgin cunt is like nothing else in the world and he pressed harder, looking at his long and thick cock as it was jamming its way into the untouched cunt. It was only halfway in. Now he was really excited-what man wouldn't be? The sight of his cock in that woman's cunt would boil anybody's blood.
He thrust in and began to pull out, almost coming completely out. Then, slowly and deliberately, he'd thrust in again. It was beginning to work more smoothly. He'd pull out and thrust in. Now her track was greased and he removed his hands and began to play with the white globes of Carol's buttocks as he continued in and out of the unconscious woman's cunt. It was a dizzying thing, fucking an old lady while playing with a naked girl child, and the thought of the old lady being a virgin besides, almost made him come immediately. He continued pumping and shot one of his fingers into the young girl's asshole. Like all young girls, she loved it.
Every girl he knew liked to have a finger stuck up her seat. Loxley knew this as well as he knew his own name. Chicks really got turned on to anything, if only you could do that. And he knew now he could do anything he wanted with the young one.
Just then the tip of his cock, thrusting deep inside Ellen's cunt, touched the cherry. He put his thumb into Carol's cunt and had his index finger in her asshole. It was cherry-picking time and he set his jaw. The best of all possible fucks was about to be his, and he pulled his hips back and thrust forward with all his might. Bang, he hit it and stopped dead. It was a tight, strong cherry and it didn't want to break. He banged at it again and again, pulling all the way back and thrusting forward like a battering ram. And, with one brutal thrust, he smashed through it and sank into the hot wetness of her belly. He looked down. His cock was all the way in, in to the balls, being clasped by the wet hot meat that had never been touched by a prick before.
Then a thought hit him as his cock was buried deep inside her. Does she take the pill? Will she get pregnant-will I knock her up? He thought he might, and the possibility made his head spin. Screw it, he said to himself, I live two thousand miles from her. Probably never see her again, and anyway, who's going to tell her I fucked her? None of these people know my real name.
A new lust-craze spread over him, the old feeling one gets when one is fucking a girl and decides to punish her. He liked her well enough. She'd never done anything bad to him, but she was a woman and a woman's only place is flat on her back. Her only job is fucking or sucking. And this one was finally being fucked. Her cherry was gone now. It was time to fertilize!
No man on earth would give up now! The cunt was calling, begging to be filled with cum. Somebody had to do it.
He began a slow, rhythmic pounding ... in and out, in and out. The wet cunt was clasping at his prick, and the sucking sounds it made caused the child-girl to turn around and watch. He grabbed one of her tits and she smiled at him. Then she watched as the old lady got her fucking. The huge prick was sliding in and out, and it looked as if it were going up into the woman's stomach higher than her belly button. He had a good prick, and like all men, he knew where to put it. The more he fucked the larger his prick got.
All at once he felt his rumbling orgasm coming, and he thought about what he was doing. Screwing an unconscious woman into pregnancy while she was unconscious and fingering a young girl at the same time. There wasn't a blemish on the child's skin, and her cunt was small and tight-much smaller than the tight cunt his prick was plowing at that very minute. "Here we go, Ellen; name it after someone else!"
The cum was being pumped out by his balls and he was thrashing into the pussy faster and faster. Then it hit and he jammed forward against Ellen Speakman's cunt and strained, shooting his stream of juice far into her, splashing it against her very stomach, sending it up her tubes. His balls pumped and pumped as he lay rigid against the old lady. And he ground his finger and his thumb deep into the child's two holes.
The next two hours passed pleasantly for him. Carol, the youngster, was a true nymphomaniac. She could take his cock all the way down her throat, all the way up her cunt, or all the way into her asshole. She sat on his cock and jumped up and down, ramming the throbbing tool deep in her rectum. He would like to adopt a child like this-someone to keep him calm and someone to fuck every night. He'd been married once and it was a bummer. Wives, he thought. With them the screwing you get just ain't worth the screwing you get. All his buddies agreed.
He fell asleep in Carol Johnson's arms.
Beyond the mirror, Sapphire, Pistol, Ronnie and Monica were all having a party of their own as they watched the trio in 216 fuck like animals. Sapphire and Ronnie had finally become good friends and had worked out a territorial business agreement. They sealed the bargain with a tremendous fuck-Ronnie on his back screwing Sapphire as he fingered Pistol and ate Monica. Monica's juices had covered his face and brought him to erection after erection. He'd fucked her twice and corn-holed Pistol while massaging her rock-hard tits.
He couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the three girls form a daisy-chain and eat each other to orgasm after orgasm. He almost understood about Lesbians, but when his prick rose, all three girls were eager to have it sticking into them anywhere. Well, he stuck it everywhere and was exhausted by ten o'clock.
Now, lying amidst the various naked bodies on the large bed, he thought about his job. The pay wasn't good, but his side-line business was fine and that pay was good. And the fringe benefits were great. His hand slowly moved from his stomach and went to his side, then out. He touched Sapphire and found her tremendously large tits. Feeling tits tha big almost drove him crazy, and his large hands couldn't come close to covering even one tit. Then he moved his hand down, over the large but firm stomach. Then he was in the thick forest of her pubic patch and down to her cunt.
He smiled. This is just too much, he said to himself. He couldn't understand Sapphire's cunt. How could it be so tight when he was screwing her and so loose and open when she was relaxed? He didn't know if she was asleep or not but he started working his hand up into her. He wriggled down so he could have a better position. His other hand found Monica's tit.
First, he inserted his four fingers into Sapphire's huge cunt. They slowly went in, being sucked up by the enormous cunt. How many cocks have thundered up this hole? he wondered. Thousands, probably. His fingers were in up-to the hand, then he pressed his thumb against his hand and pushed upward. It was a tight fit but he pushed gently up and was amazed to find he was going to make it. He felt Sapphire's huge hand come down and hold his wrist and begin to push it. She was helping him, and the large bulk of her body was beginning to squirm and writhe. She was groaning and trying to help him get his whole hand up.
Ronnie had never felt anything like it in his life. Imagine a whole hand up a cunt! He tried to wriggle it up and it was tight, but he was making progress. Finally his whole hand was in-up to the wrist.
He felt around in there, moving his fingers as much as he could. Her cunt walls were hot and wet and they were also ridgy. The hard little ridges seemed to ripple and tingle against the skin of his hand.
Suddenly he felt a hand around the base of his stiff prick, then the hand started moving up and down, slowly and firmly. The tip of his cock was covered by something warm and wet, and he knew Pistol was sucking his cock. He thought she'd been asleep. The insane tickling and nibbling of her tongue and teeth on the head and shaft of his cock were driving him to another orgasm, and the feeling of his whole damned hand in that cavernous cunt was making things worse. He twisted his hand in the cunt and jammed it up higher, unable to believe how far he could go.
Sapphire was whimpering and writhing and she started to contract her cunt muscles as Ronnie thrust his hand up and down in her cunt. His arm was rubbing her monster clitoris and he was driving the three-hundred-pound woman completely insane. Her huge hands were around Fonnie's waist and she was rubbing his body just exactly as if she were jacking it off. She was moaning and thrashing and her cunt muscles were contracting with such force that Ronnie wondered if he'd get stuck up there. Still he moved his hand around and rubbed his forearm against her clitoris.
Then, without warning, his explosion released and Pistol knew it because she pumped him furiously as she took his cock deep into her mouth. The orgasm was perfect. She sucked his cock dry and pumped his balls as he stiffened and arched into her. She certainly knew how to suck a cock.
Sapphire got her orgasm at the same time he did and she almost broke the bed with her wild thrashing. She mumbled words Ronnie couldn't understand and clamped his hand like a vise as she stiffened and clasped him to her body. His face was against her large tits and he sucked her nipple into hardness as they arched in orgasm.
Ronnie had seen both Pistol and Sapphire walking around but he had no idea things like this went on in their rooms every night. He smiled. I thought I had a good deal-screwing women for a buck. But these people have an organization! Who ever would have thought Sapphire would be such a wild fuck? Just goes to show, you never can tell. I'll have to be careful or I'll fuck myself completely out and be beat by the time I'm twenty!
Monica was sound asleep on the other side of Pistol. Ronnie had wanted to fuck her all afternoon and he got to do it! Now he and three broads were all stretched out on a king-sized bed. He had been invited to spend the night. And he had accepted. Who wouldn't?