Chapter 7
In a strange way, Helen felt as if she were losing touch with herself ... at least with the self she had always recognized.
Little by little, the redhead was allowing herself to slip into the forbidden world of sexuality that lies below the surface of society. The things people don't talk about, at least not when they were talking about themselves.
First it had been a woman. After exploring the depraved excitement of letting another woman eat her cunt, she had dared to do the same to the woman. The fuck with her husband afterward had been more adventurous, more intense than they had ever had. She had seen a part of that new self then.
But now, after seducing the bellhop, she was even less recognizable to herself. She lay naked on the bed after the boy had gone, drinking wine and fantasizing about getting more and more sex. All that she might ever want or need. It was no longer as difficult for her to imagine putting her fantasies into action. She felt rather scornful of the cowardice she had suffered when she first contemplated taking a lover. It had been so easy, when she got right down to it. All she had had to do was lie on her back and ask an interested boy to suck her tits. He had taken it from there.
Much to her tingling satisfaction. Her pussy was still throbbed when she recalled the raw thrill of fucking with a stranger ... even hours later when she awoke from a wine-induced doze to discover her husband was sleeping next to her.
"So ... you're back," she mumbled sarcastically.
Ray was not sleeping so soundly as she had thought. "Huh? Wha-?"
Quickly Helen reached for his beefy body and began to stroke his muscular ass, then grope around for his cock. She felt his hand reach for hers and pull it gently but firmly away from his balls.
"Too tired now, honey ... tomorrow...."
She rolled onto her back and smiled secretly to herself. That was exactly what she had expected. He was too tired from his day's gaming. It was a vindication of her shameless behavior with the boy. If it had not been for his eager efforts, she would have had to go to sleep frustrated again tonight. As it was, she could have handled another good solid cock-stroking. But she had her dreams to keep her warm. And the tingling memories of reality to keep her craving down to a slow burn.
When she awoke again. Ray was dressed. A tray of champagne and French rolls sat by the bed. Ray pointed at it and smiled. "I remember you said you'd like champagne in bed. So here it is."
"Thank you, Ray." She watched him head for the door. "Aren't you going to join me?"
"No ... that stuff would only cloud my head. I've got the pot up to almost two thousand dollars, Helen. If I get myself really going, we may go home with the down payment on a new house."
Helen watched in disgust as the door closed behind him. "Who the hell wants a champagne breakfast for one?" she grumbled. For a moment, she felt like smashing the bottle on the floor. But she thought better of it. She poured herself a bubbling glass and began to nibble on a roll. The bottle was half empty when she called down to room service. She wanted coffee, she told the voice at the other end of the line. But her tingling cunt was saying something else. Her need was far greater than a cup of coffee. She hoped the bellhop who brought her coffee would be as cooperative as yesterday's boy had been.
She grinned mischievously, tipsily, as she contemplated the calculated wantonness she was exercising. What she had just done, in effect, was to call room service for her morning ration of fucking. Nothing so bold would ever have occurred to the Helen she had been a few days before. She grinned to herself and snuggled down under the blankets. She was naked, and her pussy was throbbing hotly. A lecherous grin curled the corners of her mouth as she wondered what the boy bringing her coffee would think if he knew what was waiting for him.
The prospect of adventure made her heart beat fast when she heard the knock at the door. "Come in." She let the blankets slip down so about two-thirds of her lush cleavage was exposed to view. She wanted her caller to be very much aware that she was naked under the covers.
The boy who entered the room was taller and a little older than yesterday's bellhop. He grinned eagerly. There was no touch of shyness in the bold gaze that settled with lusty interest on her tits. "Shall I close the door, Ma'am?"
"Yes, please. Maybe you can help me pour the coffee. I've been tippling champagne, and I'm afraid I might spill." The bubbly alcohol was racing through her system, fogging her head and wetting her pussy. She was very pleased with her room service. He was handsome. She thought she saw a stirring of life in the crotch of his trousers before he turned and latched the door. "My, you're not taking any chances, are you?" Her cunt pulsed as she realized the youth obviously intended to stay awhile.
He sat on the edge of the bed and poured her coffee. At the same moment that he turned to look at her, his hand reached for the big tits peeking over the top of the blankets. "You're beautiful ... you know that, don't you?"
His hand was like a branding iron on the tits of the horny woman. She wriggled under the covers and closed her eyes for an instant. She could feel the rush of pleasure "that started at her tits and charged down to taunt her hardening clit. She opened her eyes and grinned mischievously. "Now aren't you being a little naughty? What makes you think I'm going to let you play with my titties?" She made no move to stop the hand from groping under the covers and squeezing her taut nipples. "Uuhh!"
"A friend of mine mentioned you might be the kind of lady who could use some special attention." Emboldened by her sighs of surrender, he pulled the blankets down to her waist and stared openly at her tits. "Was my friend wrong?" Before she had a chance to reply, he leaned down and began to suck eagerly. His hand squirmed under the blankets and stroked the wet hairy slit of her cunt.
Helen realized the boy who had fucked her the day before must have been talking about her to his co-workers. The idea of a group of horny boys discussing her sexual charms excited her champagne-weakened nerves to a state of feverish excitement. If such a thing had happened back home, she would have worried about her reputation and social standing. Ray might find out, and then who knows what would happen. Here, she felt safe. Even if Ray barged in on them, she felt it would not be as terrible. His honor would not be scarred either, because no one he knew would know. She wondered if it might not even turn him on....
There was no more time left to worry about what might turn Ray on. The boy was doing things to her that had her holding her breath with hot anticipation.
Not content to confine himself to sucking the sensual older woman's tits, he had begun to work his mouth down over her smooth firm belly. The covers were all the way down to her knees by now, and her red-capped cunt was open and vulnerable to his urgent mouth-assault.
Helen scarcely dared breathe as she watched his lips get closer and closer to her sensitized pussy mound. No one had tongued her pussy since Sandy had done such a greedy job on it. She was dying to feel a hot supple tongue sucking the folds of her craving cunt. "Ooooohhh, yessss ... it's wonderful! Don't stop! Don't stop now!"
Her plaintive cry brought the boy's cock to full erection. He had been teasing her, putting off the ultimate moment when he would savor her moist cunt-furrow with his prodding tongue. Her obvious eagerness made him as impatient for the first moment of ecstasy as she was. Pushing her thighs wide apart, he crouched between them and drank in the appealing sight she made. Her belly and tits were heaving. Her pussy gaped a gleaming pink between the red-furred borders of her cunt. "Ooo-ee ... do I want to get me a taste of this sweet pussy!"
Reveling in the depraved position into which the boy had pushed her, Helen pulled her thighs just a little farther apart, until she could feel the air attacking her pussy-hole. She was intensely excited. She did not want another minute to pass before she felt his tongue on her cunt. "Do it to meee! Eat my pussy! Pleee-ze!"
The boy was impressed. His friend's report of the woman's lechery was gospel truth. The bellhop grinned when he remembered the scepticism with which the other boys had greeted his friend's story at dinner the night before. Yet they had all tried to get the assignment to room 602 when the call for coffee came. He had been the lucky man! He was going to make the most of the golden opportunity that lay before him!
He licked his lips and shoved his face into the hairy thatch of her cunt. His tongue poked through the kinky red hair and struck the fleshy pinnacle of her aroused clit.
"Aaaaiiieeeee! Oh, God!" She jerked her cunt up into the boy's face as the first shock-waves of passion shook her to the roots of her being. He responded by swirling his tongue tauntingly around the hard tip of her clit. The more wantonly she wriggled and moaned, the more energetically his tongue attacked her sensitized pleasure button.
The boy was discovering that it was work to keep up with the urgent demands of the redhead in 602. He did his best to keep up with her flailing and wailing. It was not easy. But the effort was well worth the stimulating results. It made his cock throb to new rock-hardness to hear her crying for more of his lewd tongue-strokes.
"Mmmmm ... your pussy tastes good," he moaned into her furry snatch. The taste of her cunt was making him hotter than hell. He buried his face in it, letting it fill his senses. With feverish abandon, his tongue began to lick urgent trails up from her asshole to the tip of her clit. He poked his way up into the yielding entrance to her pussy. His cock lurched when he felt her cunt-muscles clasp right around the hot intrusion of his tongue. He could not help imagining what that fleshy clutch would feel like on the sensitive girth of his cock.
Helen bent her legs and pulled her feet back all the way to her asscheeks. Her snatch was wide open to the boy's hungry attentions. Holding herself so wantonly vulnerable before him added to the stimulation of his probing tongue and nibbling lips. The pleasure never stopped sizzling through her loins. Her clit was wound up so tight, it felt like it would take only one little stab more before she was sent into a spinning swan-dive of release. The idea of coming to the tireless goading of his tongue made her tremble all over. She could feel herself starting to come. He had pushed her that one little stab more!
"Aaaaaggghhhhh! I'm-m-m commmmming-gg!"
Dizzy with pleasure that he had made the woman come with his tongue, the boy continued to lap the juices from her aroused cunt until she had passed the writhing peak of her passion. Even as she was still squirming her pussy into his face, he was unfastening his pants, pulling out the firm rod of his engorged cock.
Vaguely aware of the boy's movement over her, Helen was too absorbed in her orgasm to realize what was in store for her until it happened. His cock stormed its way into the heated depths of her cunt. It was an incredible assault of excitement, coming at a moment when every nerve-ending was wide open and vulnerable. The pleasure possessed her before she had had a chance to close any of the channels for sensory stimulation. Before his thick cock had started its second trip into her cunt, she felt herself coming again! "Oooohh, my-y God! It's unbelievable! Aaaahhhhh! Your cock ... your cock feels sooooo good!"
It was a heady experience for a young man, even one who had had his share of experience. To feel the woman's cunt-walls clenching around his cock in her second attack of the orgiastic delight shattered a good deal of the youth's self-control. He had had his ideas about how he was going to fuck the sexy redhead: now take it slow, now give it to her rough, now hold out and wait for her to beg for it. But his well-laid plans were thrown by the wayside as he fell prey to an overwhelming urge to fuck the daylights out of her. He wanted to ram his cock again and again deep into the hot hole that had yielded twice to the skilled assaults of his ardent fucking. He wanted to feel his own pleasure flowing unchecked through his loins. He wanted to milk his ecstasy out of her, the way she had from him!
"God, I've never had a cunt like yours, lady! Never!"
Again, Helen had a boy who was a stranger fucking her hot cunt and heaping obscene compliments upon her. What she had first rationalized as a way to ease her frustration so she could come on more effectively to her husband had become an obvious self-indulgence for the vacationing housewife. She was no longer thinking about how she could abuse her husband's gambling-obsessed libido. She was thinking only about the depraved thrill of making a simple call to room service and ending up with a willing young male heaping untold measures of wanton pleasure upon her receptive body. She no longer cared what Ray did with himself for the rest of the week. As long as she had her pleasure ... lots and lots of it ... making her clit hard, her nipples swollen, her pussy wet and glowing with fiery hunger.
"Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me, lover!" Her big green eyes stared crazily at the ceiling as she lunged her cunt up to climb the tireless pole of the boy's cock. She grabbed at the soft material of his uniform jacket and clawed at it wildly. She was wild with lust, with ricocheting pleasure, with the feverish joy of total abandon. It seemed the deeper she got into her self-indulgence, the greater grew her capacity for enjoyment. It was as if she were challenging herself to aim for higher and higher peaks.
The woman's frenzy was driving the boy to panting extremes of effort. He was giving her wet pussy everything he had. His cock was ploughing deep into her clinging cunt time after time with reckless abandon. The bellhop was past the point where he had any inkling of how to pace himself.
He had set himself free to the powers of passion. When he felt like he had to come, he would just let it happen!
The writhing bleating creature that the redhead had become was doing everything in her power to drive the boy past the limits. It was when her cunt began to convulse in its third orgasm of the morning that the boy felt ready to come. It started as a trickle and ended with a thick hot cuntful of cum for the lady in 602.
"Uuuuuuuhhh ... I don't ... I can't believe it ... I'm coming! I'm coming again!"
"Uh, lady! You're too much! It feels great to dump my wad in your pussy!" With that burst of tribute, the boy collapsed on top of the sweating, mewling woman. His wet cock slipped slowly from the interior of her cunt. "Wow!"
When at last she struggled out from under her latest lover, Helen realized she was still tipsy from the champagne. And hot from the exciting burst of passion that still had her cunt tingling. She looked wistfully at the boy who had rolled onto his side next to her. "What a pity you have to go back to work now," she said, remembering the regret she had experienced the day before when the other boy had left her still wanting more.
He reached down and stroked the sopping slit of her pussy. "I think I can squeeze out another half-hour."
Helen's cunt responded at once to the boy's hand. She wriggled down against it and felt the demanding tremors start up once again. "Can you really?" Her green eyes glowed. Her wanton need was totally out of proportion. She simply wanted to soak up all the pleasure her cunt could hold.
"Yeah. Hell, what's a job compared to another half-hour with a lady like you!" He started to pull off his clothes, urgently, haphazardly.
His enthusiasm fired Helen's. It made her feel very sensual to know how impressed the boy was with her. She felt as if she wanted to gobble him up with her hunger. She lay back and spread her thighs again. "You're sexy, lover. Let's fuck some more."
He pushed her over onto her belly. "I want to fuck you from behind this time."
She let him have his way. Not for a moment did she regret it. The animal thrill of kneeling in front of the boy while he fucked her to a shrieking orgasm was a fitting conclusion to a wanton episode. Her pussy still pulsed hotly even after he was gone.
The champagne lasted Helen for the rest of the afternoon. She used it to feed her imagination, to figure out new depraved excitement. She realized she was getting pretty much out-of-control. She had almost forgotten the frustration that had first driven her to the arms of another lover-a woman. Now she was interested purely in pleasure for its own sake. She had almost forgotten she needed a reason. She champagne seemed reason enough. Or the fact that she was in a fun city like Las Vegas, where you didn't really need a reason anyway.