Chapter 3
Stacy Turner didn't quite know what to do. She made a hasty move for the door, grabbing her clothes on the way. She rang for the elevator. Maybe Sir Paullis had gone up to the room reserved for them. She remembered that the fourteenth floor had been reserved for the party, but she didn't remember which room she and Sir Paullis were supposed to be in. She managed to put on her dress and one shoe by the time the elevator showed up.
A distinguished looking lady stepped out of the elevator and gave Stacy a dirty look. Stacy was still holding her bra and panties in her hand and one silk stocking was draped around her neck.
"I beg your pardon," the lady said, looking down her nose at the disheveled young girl.
"Nothing serious," Stacy said. "Just a slight stomach ache." She stepped into the elevator, pressed fourteen, and the door closed behind her.
The elevator arrived at the party's floor and Stacy stepped out into the dark hall. She could hear music, laughter, and the groans of lust coming out of many rooms but she had no idea which room to look into first.
She saw that three doors up on the left one door was slightly ajar, and she heard the crazed giggles of teenage girls.
Stacy stepped up to the door and peeked in. Just then a hand reached out of the door, grabbed Stacy by the arm, and pulled her inside.
Stacy was startled by the sudden movement, and when her head cleared she saw that two nymphettes, totally nude, were looking with admiration, at Stacy.
"Where's Sir Paullis," Stacy said, trying to remain calm, even though she was still flustered at being handled so roughly.
"Wouldn't you like to know," one of the young girls said like a hissing cat. It was the girl that had pulled her in from the hall and Stacy noticed she was wearing a dildo strapped around her waist.
It stuck out stiff and straight in front of her and looked very much like a real male cock.
Stacy knew she had been fucking the other girl with it.
"I'd better go," Stacy said and started to turn for the door.
"Why don't you stay," the girl with the dildo suggested firmly and grabbed Stacy's arm, holding so tight it hurt a little.
"No, I'd better go," Stacy said and tried to pull herself free, but the girl only held on tighter.
"You have all night to find Sir Paullis. Why don't you stay and have a little fun with us," the girl said. Stacy stopped pulling away and the girl let go of her arm.
Stacy wondered what it would be like to get fucked by another woman wearing a dildo.
"I'll stay if you'll fuck me with that thing," Stacy said, eyeing the dildo. She had never seen one before and she was amazed how much they could be made to resemble the real thing. It was a perfect flesh color on the shaft and slightly purple at the head. It even had veins that bulged out the sides of the shaft. Stacy reached out and grabbed it around the base of the shaft and realized it was made of hard rubber.
"Sally and I have been quite envious of you ever since you went to live with Sir Paullis," The girl said, thrusting her hips forward when Stacy grabbed the dildo. "Any girl would give an ovary to get fucked by that hunk. By the way, my name is Andrea, but you can call me Andy.
Andy was short but well put together. She had bigger muscles through the shoulders than most girls her age. Stacy thought she could probably kick the shit out of her if she crossed her. Still, she had high firm tits that made her look very feminine at the same time.
Andy had shapely legs that had been recently waxed. They were smooth and shiny.
Sally was on her hands and knees in the middle of the living room rug. It was obvious she was getting fucked from the rear when Andy had heard Stacy tip-toing in the hall and had gone to grab her.
"Of course I don't want to interrupt anything," Stacy said. She did not want to seem rude, but then again, it seemed to her she had been invited.
"Nonsense," Andy said. There are plenty of games the three of us can play.
Sally had closely cropped blonde curls and had not uttered a word. She had a glazed over look in her eyes and Stacy assumed that Andy had slipped her some drugs. Stacy reminded herself not to eat anything while she was there. She wanted to get fucked but she also wanted to keep her wits about her.
"Please stay and play," Andy said. She leaned forward, put her hand gently on Stacy's cheek and pressed her lips against Stacy's mouth, making a loud smack.
Stacy ran her hand up and down the shaft of the dildo, pretending it was a real cock.
Andy swooned, pretending it was actually a part of her body.
"Why don't you get under Sally and lap up her sweet little cunt while I fuck her in the ass," Andy said, with a sly smile.
"Okay," Stacy said and walked over to where Sally was on her hands and knees. "Are you okay?"
Stacy looked at Sally with concern. Sally looked up at Stacy, blinked a couple of times, and said nothing. She had pale blue eyes. Stacy was convinced she was zonked out on something.
Well, each to their own, Stacy thought to herself. She got on her back and shimmied so her mouth was below Sally's dripping cunt The rug was soft.
"Sally," Stacy said. "You can lift up my dress and kiss me. I am not wearing anything underneath."
Sally seemed to understand. Holding herself up with one hand, she lifted up Stacy's tight dress, exposing her dark thighs, a tiny patch of black pubic hair.
Supporting herself on her elbows, Sally lowered her head, and buried her face in Stacy's oozing cunt The semen from three men dripped out and Sally began to lap at it happily, sending shivers of goodness up Stacy's spine.
Stacy lifted her head and stuck her tongue hard into Sally's cunt-hole. The blonde pussy reminded Stacy of Marlene, the maid, but Sally was younger and tighter and sweeter.
Andy mounted Sally from behind, placing the tip of her strapped on dildo firmly against the pink eye of Sally's asshole. Sally moved her knees further apart, spreading the cheeks of her round and white ass.
Stacy could feel the tension in Sally's body. She may be fucked-up on quaaludes or whatever but she knew the ravaging her body was about to get.
Sally pressed down hard with her tongue, directly onto Stacy's clit, just as Andy began to slide the hard rubber cock up Sally's behind.
Stacy moved her tongue from Sally's cunt hole. She could see the dildo penetrating again and again.
Deeper and deeper.
Stacy licked with tiny little vibrations of her tongue, across the top of Sally's clitoris.
Sally's tiny body was completely rigid, and she licked harder, taking broad strokes, lapping up the entire length of Stacy's cunt, sticking her tongue in Stacy's asshole at the end of each stroke.
Stacy's crotch was a bubbling pot of boiling oil. She held onto Sally's tiny tits with her hands and thought about how wonderful the human sexual response is.
Andy was fucking with a slow steady motion. She would draw the dildo out, moving back her hips, then plunge in the entire length with a single thrust.
Each time Andy sunk the cock deep into Sally's ass, Sally would jerk her whole body and Stacy could feel Sally's tit's straining against her hands, her cunt straining against her mouth and her tongue straining against her asshole.
The softness of Sally's tongue felt good on Stacy's burning asshole. She had lost her cherry there only a few moments before and the act had been repeated twice. Now Sally's wet and probing tongue soothed the ravaged flesh between the cheeks of Stacy's ass.
Stacy put her knees up in the air so Sally's cute little mouth could work on her private parts with ease.
The sensations got so good Stacy had to stop licking at Sally's wet cunt and put her head down on the rug.
Stacy let out a scream of joy as Sally's tongue brought her to a series of powerful orgasms.
Stacy put her hand on Sally's cunt and fingered her clit with the tip of her finger, being careful not to scratch the delicate flesh with her long red fingernail.
Sally, who had been silent ever since Stacy arrived, began to make small whimpering sounds. The deep penetration in her asshole, and the flicking motion of Stacy's finger across her love button, was breaking through the wall of fog that the drug and created, and was sending signals of pleasure to Sally's clouded brain.
Sally sounded like a puppy crying because her master had left her out in the rain.
Andy fucked her harder, driving it in, pulling it out, and driving it in again.
"Come you little bitch," Andy said.
Stacy had never heard anyone speak harshly to their lover before, and she wondered what it was going to be like to get fucked by such a strange little girl.
Sally no longer had enough control of herself to lick or kiss Stacy between the legs. Her jaw had dropped and Sally pressed her open mouth between the open lips of Stacy's cunt. She let out a high pitch scream, muffled slightly by Stacy's crotch.
Stacy did not know if it was she or Andy who had made her come.
Maybe it was both, Stacy thought.
Andy pulled the dildo out of Sally's ass. It was strapped on so the top portion of Andy's cunt could be seen. Her erect little clit peeked up over the top.
Andy walked over and stuck the dildo in Sally's face.
"Smell it," she screamed. "Smell what it's like inside your asshole I"
Sally sniffed at the greasy hard rubber like a dog would sniff at its own crap.
"Lick it," Andy said. It was as if she really had a cock.
Sally placed a tentative tongue on the tip of the dildo.
Andy" sighed as if Sally's tongue was giving her much joy. Her hands ran over her own breasts, pinching at the nipples, then ran, palm flat, down her belly until her fingers found the center of her pleasure, floating like a ball bearing in oil, above the rubber boner.
"That's it," Andy said. "Now suck it! Suck me off with that tiny mouth of yours!"
Sally opened her mouth as far as it would go and began to suck on the dildo as if it were the love muscle of a movie star.
Stacy watched with wide eyes.
She had never met anyone like Andy before. She didn't quite understand what motivated her and what made her want to do these things to Sally, but she knew that watching Sally suck on the dildo was making her very horny. She wanted to take a more active role in this hot sex.
She crawled out from between Sally's legs and walked over so she was standing directly behind Andy.
"I love your shoulders." Stacy said.
Stacy ran her hands over the hard muscles of Andy's back. Andy stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at Sally's blonde curls, as her head bobbed back and forth over the dildo.
Even though she was small and cute, Stacy noticed, she chose to take a masculine posture.
She really did resemble a man when she stood that way.
Stacy ran her hands down Andy's back, pressing her palm firmly over the small of her back, then sliding further down to the soft flesh of her buttocks.
"You have a lovely body Andy," Stacy said in her sweetest little girl voice. She got down on her knees behind the standing girl, and opened the cheeks of her ass to see what wonders were hiding there.
She could see the curly hair that surrounded Andy's asshole. She ran her tongue the length of the crack, pausing to tease the perky hole.
Reaching between Andy's legs with her hand, Stacy could feel the slippery lips of Andy's tight cunt. Reaching up further with her fingertips, she could feel the fake balls to the dildo resting snugly over her snatch.
Andy still fingered her own clit and watched Sally suck on the dildo. Her fingers worked hard on the blooming bud and she was nearing climax.
"Oh yes," Andy sighed. "Suck it as hard as you can!"
Stacy made her tongue pointy at the tip and pressed it hard against her asshole.
Andy tried to close her buttocks by tightening her muscles, but Stacy held them open with her hands.
"No, don't lick me there. I go crazy when I get licked there!" Andy said, swatting at the top of Stacy's head with her open hand. Her voice was shakey. She sounded as if she was panicking at the thought of coming as a woman instead of a man.
But the panic ceased as the pleasure over took her and she howled so loud the wine glasses on the bar rattled together.
Andy was still pretending she had come in Sally's mouth and made her lick the last few drops of imaginary semen off the tip of the dildo.
She was spent from her orgasm and did not have the strength to complain when Stacy tore the strapped-on hard-on off her waist, and put her mouth directly over the angry clitoris.
Andy fell to the rug and opened her legs wide for Stacy's knowing tongue.
Sally began to kiss Andy lightly on the tits, sucking lovingly each nipple, running her tiny hands through the other girl's hair. Sally moved her head up and started kissing Andrea on the mouth.
Andy's mouth opened hungrily and the two girls kissed with passion.
Stacy's tongue worked quickly over Andy's clit now, and Andy was approaching her second orgasm in as many minutes. Reaching up with her hand, Stacy found the swampy cooze between Sally legs. She held her four fingers together and found they would all fit up inside Sally. She was so wet and ready, she began to move her hips with Stacy's hand.
Andy's hips bucked up, slapping Stacy in the face, as she came with an explosion. Stacy realized that Sally's otherwise tight pussy had opened and could take all anyone wanted to shove in it. She worked the four fingers in and out for a while longer, then made a list, shoving her whole hand up the hole so that she could see only her slim white wrist sticking out.
Sally stopped kissing Andy and snapped her head back. It was obvious she had never had that much up her cunt before. The walls of her vagina were stretched by Stacy's fist and Stacy could see the inner lips peel back each time she drew the fist out.
Stacy hadn't expected her to come so rapidly, but the small blonde was now pushing hard against Stacy's clenched hand, and love juices were running down her thighs.
Andrea had regained her composure. She stood and began to strut around the room watching Stacy fist fuck Sally.
She found the dildo that had been thrown aside and strapped it back around her waist.
"Now it's my turn to fuck you," Andrea said to Stacy. "Now I get to feel the inside of the cunt Sir Paullis paid to have."
Stacy thought Andy was being cruel, but she passed it off as being her nature, and rolled over on her back and spread her legs. She had pulled her fist out of Sally's twat, and Sally was now lying on her side beside Stacy, making purring noises deep in her throat into Stacy's ear.
Stacy felt a little sorry for Sally. She didn't know how much Sally was aware of what was going on, and she didn't know how much of this was Sally's idea. Still wasn't anything to be concerned about.
"Come here and fuck me with that big cock of yours," Stacy said, playing along with Andrea's game.
Andy smiled and raised one eye-brow, much as a man might do when about to fuck a pretty girl.
"I'll fuck you like you have never been fucked before," Andy said. "And that includes your over-priced poet!"
Stacy wished she would stop the editorial and get on with the fucking. She wanted to feel that long stick of hard, rubber in her cunt.
Sally was giving Stacy's ear-lobe little licks with a thick tongue. Stacy figured she would fall asleep at any moment. The drug was winning.
Andy gave Sally a little cuff across the ear and yanked on her blonde curls.
Sally gave out a small cry, more annoyed than in pain.
"Wake up!" Andy shouted.
Sally opened her eyes wider then started to kiss Stacy's neck.
"You'll have to excuse my friend here," Andy said to Stacy. "She's taken enough quaaludes to knock out an elephant. But she has to do it. If she doesn't take drugs she is as cold as a fish. This Is the only way she can get off. And boy does she get off!"
Stacy assured Andrea that hers was not to reason why, and opened her arms in an invitation.
Andy dove on top of her. The dildo missed its mark the first time and struck up against Stacy's thigh. Stacy guided it with her hand and it slipped easily into her cunt.
It went all the way in.
Andy kissed the faces of both the other girls and started her fucking motion.
Stacy was amazed at how real the dildo felt inside of her. It was just as if a real prick was hammering away between her thighs.
Stacy stuck her feet up in the air, and held Andrea tightly around the neck.
Andy fucked her with long even stroke. She rode her high so the top of the dildo's shaft rubbed against her clit.
Stacy couldn't remember all of the orgasms she had had that evening, but she could tell by the increasing throbbing deep in her loins that she was about to have another one.
Stacy thrust her hips upward each time Andy thrust-her hips downward, and their stomachs slapped together in the middle with a smack.
All three girls were covered with a layer of sweat. Andy was fingering herself again, and both girls went off like a rocket at the same time.
Stacy got up and thanked Andy very much for the fuck and started to put on her clothes.
"You have to go so soon?" Andy asked.
Andy wore a disappointed frown.
"I'm afraid so," Stacy said, brushing her hair in the mirror. "I have to find Sir Paullis."
"Don't be surprised if you find him fucking the daylights out of some chippy," Andy said. "I'm not trying to be catty. It's just a warning.' "I'll be okay," Stacy said. "I know what Sir Paullis does in his spare time. I just want to join him."
"If you can't find him, maybe he doesn't want to be found."
"Maybe," Stacy mused, placing her hand on her jaw. "I still think my place is at his side."
Sally had a confused look on her face. "Who are you?" she asked Stacy. Stacy and Andrea laughed and Stacy left, closing the door behind her.
She could still not remember which room she was supposed to go to. She tried to picture the key when Sir Paullis had picked it up at the front desk. It had a number on it but she couldn't remember what it was.
She would have to try pot luck until she found the right door. She turned the door-knob of every door in the hall and opened those that were not locked. The first door she opened revealed a small jelly-fish of a man who had spread honey on his cock and was getting licked there by a Utter of kittens.
"Pardon me, wrong room," Stacy said and quickly re-shut the door.
She blushed and tried the next door.
She opened it and was relieved to see Sir Paullis inside. He not only wasn't fucking another woman, he was sitting at his typewriter, pounding away at the keys.
Stacy thought Sir Paullis looked very sexy as he sat in front of the typewriter, his brow creased with concentration.
"Hi, there," Stacy said in her little girl voice. "Long time no see."
For the first time Sir Paullis realized there was someone standing in the doorway. He looked up at her and smiled.
"I'm sorry I ran off without telling you where I was going," he said calmly. "It's just that when I saw you with those three guys on the dance floor I got this terrific and overwhelming idea for an erotic poem-I had to write it immediately or I knew I would lose it forever."
Stacy entered the room put her hands on Sir Paullis' wide shoulders and looked over his shoulder at the page sticking out of the typewriter.
"What is it about?" she asked.
"It is a poem about the wind. You see the wind, like sex, knows no boundaries. It can blow like a hurricane or be as still as a sleeping child."
Stacy kissed him on the back of the neck.
"Am I like the wind'" Stacy asked.
"You are-the sweetest wind of all," Sir Paullis said. "You are the very breath of spring."
Stacy loved it when he spoke to her that way. He was such a genius. It was no wonder that many women considered him the sexiest man alive. Since his wife had died, he was also one of the most hotly pursued. Stacy felt very honored to stand at his side, even if she wasn't the only one in his life. She wondered if she would ever get to meet the twin sisters he kept in Europe. She hoped so. She figured they would get along and be very close friends. After all, they had so much in common.
"You mean you haven't had any floozies up here?" Stacy said, giving Sir Paullis' ear-lobe a tiny lick.
"No, I've been hard at work. I figured you would find me sooner or later."
"It took me a little while, but I found you."
"Did you have any adventure on the way here. Sometimes a pretty little girl can get herself abducted while wandering around a hotel alone."
"I had two adventures," she said with a giggle.
"Two!" Sir Paullis was trying to sound impressed.
"Uh huh, but they only got me warmed up for you."
"You have to tell me all about them."
Stacy told Sir Paullis all about Andrea and Sally, about how weird it was that Andy was a woman but wanted to act like a man, and how sad it was that Sally had to take drugs to enjoy sex. Then she told him about the wimpish man and his kittens.
Paullis laughed at that one.
"That must have been Arty Gregorly. If he can't find another man to suck his cock he uses the household pets. I heard he fucked a penguin once and then wrote a whole book of poems worrying that the bird might get pregnant. They didn't publish the book, though. It turned out the penguin was a male."
"This certainly is a strange crowd you hang out with," Stacy said lightly enough so the poet wouldn't think the criticism was too real.
"You have to understand that it is very painful being an artist. Think of all the great poets over the years who have committed suicide. We have to have a way to release the burden that our art puts on us. Kinky sex seems to be the method that works best."
Stacy understood. She had felt the pain when her parents had died, and she knew the burden that the loss gave her. It was a heaviness that clung to her shoulders. Sex was the only thing that made it go away.
She gave Sir Paullis a love-bite on the neck and he laughed and squirmed in his chair. "If you came up here right at the beginning of the party and you have been working all this time," Stacy said rolling her hands over his hair-covered chest. "Then you haven't gotten your rocks off, even once."
"That's true," Paullis said. He was sitting in front of the typewriter totally nude. He hadn't bothered to put his clothes on. He had gone straight to work. Stacy thought she saw his limp cock move a little as she stroked his chest.
"We'll see what your little Stacy can do about that," she said, sticking her tongue in his ear and moving her right hand down into his lap.
His cock really jumped at that. There was no mistaking it that time. She touched it with the tip of her finger and she saw it jump again. As the blood flowed into Sir Paullis' cock, it was like the organ had a life of its own. It turned its head up, looked around, and stuck straight up in the air. "Hair trigger," Paullis said. "Ummmm," Stacy said. "I'm all hot and lubed up for you. I think we should make it right away."
"Well, I was going to finish this poem," Paullis said. Then looking down at his stiff prick he said, "But it looks as if my concentration has already been broken." Stacy laughed throatily. "Looks like you will have to relive yourself of some of that artistic burden right into the hole of your choice," she said, now stroking the insides of his thighs.
"Who know?" he said. "Perhaps fucking is just what I need to finish the poem properly."
"My way of thinking exactly," Stacy said. She took him by the hand and led him to the giant round bed that dominated the other room. The bed-spread seemed to be made of some expensive white animal fur.
It was the biggest bed Stacy had ever seen. One could toss around on it for a year and never fall off the edge.
She let go of Sir Paullis' hand and ran like a little girl across the room, wiggling her bunky behind her, and she dove on the bed, bouncing up and down on its springy mattress.
Stacy's face seemed fresh and new as if she had just woken up from a wonderful dream to find out it had come true.
"Come here, big man," she said deep and sexy.
Paullis' cock stuck out straight in front of him.
Stacy loved the way that men walk when they have a hard-on. She knew Andrea had been trying to imitate it but she hadn't gotten it quite right. Paullis now walked with his shoulders back and his legs out in front of his body.
He eased himself down on the bed on top of her. She opened like the rose he had written about, opening her arms and wrapping the around his upper torso, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist. She wanted to make herself as vulnerable as she could so he would feel like violating her hard and fast.
They each stuck out their tongues and playfully touched the tips together.
Their tongues remained in contact as his lips came down on hers.
She loved the way he kissed. His lips were always firm, but didn't press down too hard.
They moved smoothly over hers and when their tongues met, Stacy felt as if she would go nuts with desire.
It had been fun fucking those other people, but this was the real meat and potatoes. She had been saving the best for last and she knew she could give him everything he wanted.
Paullis' hand found the slippery slash between Stacy's thigh, and she shivered against him.
"You have been busy," he said. She giggled and held him tighter. It was true.
Her cunt was dripping the white come of other men, and she had been adding to it with her own juices all night.
The insides of her thighs were sticky from a mixture of lust secretions that had almost dried there.
"Your cunt is so wet," Paullis said, his fingers still probing the mouth of her fuck hole. "I love it when your cunt is so wet. It makes me want to lap up all that stuff and taste the history of your learning experience on my tongue."
"Lick and learn," Stacy said. She did not want to compete with him in turning phrases because she knew she would lose. Her talent was fucking and that was what she did best.
Fucking is poetry, she thought. That is why Sir Paullis always writes about it. That is why he is such a powerful sex symbol. He can take the poetry of fucking and share it with the world by putting it down on paper.
The lovers positioned themselves in the classic sixty-nine position. His face hovered above her" steaming quim, while his erection pointed suggestively at her face.
She licked his balls in a circular motion, putting her hands flat against the insides of his thighs. She could see the goose flesh form on his buttocks, and she heard his long deep moan of growing lust.
He kissed her gently on the insides of the legs, starting down by her knee and working slowly upward. The anticipation of his mouth on her cunt was too much and she began to beg him to eat her.
But he was a tease and he had learned how to take his time. He kissed the upper-most reaches of her thighs with tiny pecks. "Oh God! Eat me!" Stacy screamed. Sir Paullis could not make her suffer any more. He plunged his tongue up her cunt. His whole face rested against the open and wet lips. He could feel the moisture of her passions dripping on his cheeks, and he smelled her womanly odor blending pleasantly with his expensive after-shave lotion.
Stacy came almost immediately, and Paullis could feel her small body straining, stretching and jerking beneath him.
She took her mouth away from his crotch because she could tell she was losing control and she did not want to bite him.
Her cry seemed to come from inside her torso. Only the whimpering tail end of her orgasm managed to come out of her mouth.
When her body relaxed she inserted Sir Paullis' throbbing rod in her mouth and sucked on the head. It was the first time she had ever blown him and she was amazed at how soft the skin on the head was. It was as if there wasn't room for roughness because so many nerves lived there.
"You have a very talented mouth," Paullis said with a sigh. He kept his face close to her cunt. "But I do not want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy. When I feel like I'm going to come I want you to stop."
Stacy would have said okay but her mouth was full. She felt more comfortable with his cock in her mouth than she had felt on the dance floor with those three men. She didn't feel like gagging at all. She could take him deep into her throat and feel nothing but pleasure.
His body began to stiffen and his fingernails turned white he was holding on to the bed so hard.
"I'm going to come!" he shouted. "Stop, I'm coming!" Stacy wanted to taste his come very badly, but she didn't want to upset her keeper in any way.
Perhaps he would come in her mouth another night.
They changed positions very quickly.
He lay down on his back and she mounted him from the top. She sat down on his cock hard, driving it all the way in with the first thrust, and she came the second it got in her.
Sir Paullis didn't take very long either. He had been right at the edge and now burst forth with great quantities of sticky come.
Stacy lay flat over his body now, and they stroked each other's skin with care and affection.
They were both enjoying their after-glow and no words needed to be said.
They then showered together, dressed, and slipped out of the hotel as quietly as possible.