Chapter 12
The days that followed were a monotony of sex for Larry. Systematically, he made it with every woman guest and employee at The Corn-hole except June and Sally McGarrity.
"That Kathy Hobbs has been asking for you," Don told Larry one day in the dining room.
"Thanks. Where is she?"
"I saw her leave the swimming pool area and head for the tap-room. Probably there now, swigging down a beer."
"Okay, Don. And thanks again."
Larry went into the tap-room and saw Kathy Hobbs, in a robe over her swim suit, sitting in a booth, drinking an orange blossom. He walked over to her.
"Did you want to see me, Mrs. Hobbs?" he asked.
"Sit down, Larry."
He sat down. He knew it wasn't against the rules to sit down with the guests when asked to do so. But he couldn't order a drink, even if the guest insisted.
"That first night was memorable," Kathy said.
Her robe was loose and he saw the front of her bathing suit and the line of cleavage over the top of the bosom part.
"It's an experience I'll never forget," he admitted.
Especially the way she had Frenched him after taking out her false teeth.
"I was thinking we should get together again," she said. "Just you and me. Without Midge McCoy."
"She might not like it."
"Her husband will be here tonight," Kathy said. "So don't worry about what she'll say. Besides, who cares? Okay for tonight?"
"I already have a date," he said, thinking about June. He was going to see her tonight. He knew it wouldn't work out but he had promised to try.
"Can't you break it?"
"I'll see," Larry said. "But I doubt it."
"I won't make a date with anyone tonight," she said. "In case you can make it."
"If you need it bad," Larry said, "I suggest you talk to Don."
Stubbornly, she shook her head.
"It's you I want. When I'm sated with you I'll go back to the others."
"I'll try to make it."
He felt her knee rub his under the table. He didn't think June was going to shake her hang-up. Still, he was determined to try to help her, try to patch things up between them.
"Keep your door unlocked," he told Kathy Hobbs.
"I will, baby."
He left the tap-room and bumped into Don.
"I was talking to Babs Kunkel. I told you about her," he said to Larry.
"Don't tell me," Larry said. "Let me guess. She wants the three-way for tonight."
"No, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. I've a feeling tomorrow night is the night. But who knows, she might give a yell. It all depends on when the decision hits her. She's upped the dough. A hundred for each of us. Inflation."
"She's a disgrace to her "WIN" button," Larry laughed, "but so much the better for us."
"How are you standing up?"
"I'll be an old man before long," Larry said. "I need a rest from all this screwing."
"Why don't you relax tonight?" Don suggested. "Or did you make a date with Kathy Hobbs?"
"Tentative."
"We can go to the dance tonight if we want," Don said.
"Not me. I'll stay in my room and rest. For awhile anyway."
"See you at dinner." Don walked away.
There was a new arrival that evening and Larry brought up her luggage. She was a stout woman near fifty with a round sweaty face and gray hair.
"You're new here, aren't you?" she asked. She sat on the bed and it sagged.
"Practically new. You've been here before?"
"Yes," the woman said. Her name was Arleta Troy. "I usually come up for weekends."
Larry started out.
"Just a second." Her dress was above her knees and her thighs were bulging like round mounds of dough. "Get my purse for me, will you?"
Her purse was on top of a chest of drawers. Larry brought it to her. She opened it and extracted two quarters and tipped him. There was a sheen of sweat across her large nose. Her eyes were beady and flesh-embedded.
"Can you come see me this evening?"
Her voice was oily. She looked him up and down and pointedly stared at his crotch where his pants were too tight.
"You should've arrived earlier," Larry said. "I'll be busy tonight and tomorrow night."
"That's too bad," she said, licking her lips. Her hand went out and pressed against the front of his pants. "There's always the afternoons." She squeezed the head of his penis and then let go. "What's your name?"
"Larry."
"All right, Larry. Is there a boy named Don still around?"
"Yes. He's in the pool area."
"Tell him to come and see me."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And Larry."
"Yes ma'am?"
"I'll see you sometime tomorrow," she leered.
It occurred to Larry as he went down to the lobby that he might quit the next day. He ran into Don and told him he was wanted by the new guest.
"Good old Fat-to," was all Don said. Then the other bell boy took off on shaky legs.
After dinner Larry found June on her way to her room. She asked him to go with her. He watched as she undressed calmly, without embarrassment, and then took a shower. He dried her back and she dressed. She put on a strapless black bra, black see-through panties, and a black off-the-shoulder frock. It was cut deep and the shadowed valley of her smooth breasts could be seen.
"For the dance," she explained. "Are you going?"
"No. I'm not in the mood."
"I won't stay long. Don't forget. We have a date."
"I won't forget."
They left the room and separated outside. At the evening dance, June ran into Sally McGarrity.
"The sandwiches are wilting," she complained to Sally. "They look soggy."
"Nobody is eating anyway."
There was a five piece band. There was a new girl singer in a tight-fitting dress.
"As long as everybody is having a good time," June said.
"That's right."
Sally was looking at the singer. She was a redhead and her name was Doris.
"Are you paying attention to me?" June asked.
"Of course."
"You seem to be riveted to that singer."
"She looks familiar," Sally said. "I think I know her."
"An old school chum, no doubt," June chided, "from the football squad."
"Could be," laughed Sally.
"Well, I don't care. Isn't that funny. I just don't care."
Sally made a face.
"Don't start a scene here."
"Oh, I won't start a scene. Why should I? I have to mingle with the guests now, make sure everybody is having a tremendous time, Sally?"
"Don't know yet," Sally grinned.
June moved away.
Later on, Doris was taking a breather in an alcove behind the curtain, when Sally approached her. There was a look of delight on Doris's face.
"I knew it was you," she said.
Doris had flaming red hair. She was twenty with a heart-shaped face and red lips that were full and wet. She had a large bosom.
"It's been six months at least," Sally said.
"Yes. Bermuda. That hotel. You were there for a weekend."
"We did have fun, didn't we?"
"Uh-huh," Doris said. "What are you doing here?"
"I work here. I'm a social director."
"Oh? But it was a Betty Tyler who hired the band."
"She's the owner."
"There are hardly any men guests," Doris pointed out.
"We cater to middle-aged woman. They just love our bell hops. Know what I mean?"
"I get it," Doris said and remembered the weekend with Sally in Bermuda. "I'll bet you have fun too."
"Young girls are hard to find here."
Doris took a deep breath.
"Too bad I'm working."
"You'll be through in two hours," Sally said.
"The boys will start wondering if I take off."
"Nonsense. They'll be occupied."
Doris shook her head and grinned.
"Like you said. Hardly any young stuff here. The boys in the band like 'em young."
"Young broads don't tip," Sally said. "You pass the word along. They'll be interested. I'll even line up the women for them and guarantee good tips. Of course they'll have to do everything. And I mean everything. Especially eating and fucking ass-holes."
"I'll talk to them if you want."
"You do that."
"I have a number coming up." Doris started to move away.
Sally caught her arm. She quickly kissed Doris on the lips and squeezed one breast through the dress.
Doris gasped. "You act like you're starved."
"I just remembered how good you were in Bermuda."
Doris giggled. "We did have a fine time, didn't we?"
"Yeah," Sally breathed. She was very excited. Doris was awash with perfume. "I'll see you later."
Doris ducked behind the curtain and got up on the dais and started to sing, but her mind was on Sally ... and Sally's bedroom.
"It's a nice room," Doris said later that evening, as she bounced on Sally's bed.
Sally got a bottle of whiskey and two glasses and poured. She put in ice cubes and gave Doris a glass.
"Thanks."
Doris sipped and the ice cubes brushed against her tiny white teeth.
"What have you been doing since you last saw me?" Sally wanted to know. She sat on the bed.
"Singing. I hooked up with this band about three months ago. Salary is okay."
"I'm not talking about your work," Sally said, "I meant your sex life. Any dames?"
"I'm not talking about it."
"Any boys?"
Doris laughed. "There are always boys."
"The boys in the band."
"Uh-huh."
"Are they any good?"
"One of them is. The rest are fumbling idiots. They wave their sticks around, proud of the sizes, not knowing the size doesn't mean a thing when you don't know what to do with it. In and out and then bam. I don't even know why I bother."
"Why do you?"
Doris swallowed some whiskey. "It's something to do."
"You need help," Sally said seriously. She finished her drink and put the empty glass away.
Doris gave her glass to Sally.
"I don't want anymore."
Sally swallowed Doris's drink. The glass joined the other one. Sally started to undress Doris. She stripped her naked. Then she gazed with appreciation at Doris's lovely white naked body. The tips of the large smooth breasts were coral-colored. The mounds were white as snow in contrast. The hillocks were smooth and sloped down the expanse of white belly and indented navel. The lovepatch was redder than the hair on Doris's head. The thighs were smooth. They were a woman's thighs. Doris, at twenty, had a mature woman's body. Soft, white, smooth, nicely rounded.
"Like what you see?" Doris asked.
"You know I do," Said Sally. She toyed with Doris's mature white breasts and soon the nipples blossomed into erectness. She bent her head and kissed the titties a few times, sucked hard at each nipple till Doris was gasping. Then she straightened up and undressed.
Naked, Sally joined Doris on the bed. She fondled the breasts and stroked the nipples. She licked at the valley between the mounds. She ran her hand down the soft belly to the juncture of the smooth sleek thighs. She cupped the moist female flesh as her lips nibbled down to where she was cupping her playmate.
"Feels so nice," Doris was moaning. "Oh, I like that. Touching me there and kissing my body. I can't wait . ... "
Sally was licking at the inner thighs where the skin was moist and sensitive. She cupped the buttocks and her mouth adventured over the oval-shaped cunt. Her tongue dove into the flesh pit and Doris moaned. She touched the sensitive tunnel walls with her searching, probing tongue and a hundred delights seared Doris's brain.
"Suck it, suck it," Doris moaned. "Yes. like that. Lick me good. Suck it. Suck it good. I want your tongue all over it. Yes. Oh, that's good. Marvelous. The clitoris. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."
Sally took in the fleshy beak. She drew in the sensitive flesh and sucked on the tender red meat.
"Oh my," Doris groaned. "Yes. O-h-h-h-h-h. Suck it. I want to come in your mouth. O-h-h-h-h."
Sally's fingers pressed against the resilient flesh of Doris's rounded buttocks. She ate wolfishly at Doris's leaking cunt. She was eating young pussy and she was in seventh heaven.
Doris whimpered and sighed. Then she cried out and her body lashed back and forth on the bed. She creamed and Sally tasted the love juices. She kissed the pouting cunt a few times and sat up.
"I think you've gotten better," Doris said.
"You rest up a bit. Then you do me."
"Uh-huh."
Doris stretched and her rounded breasts were raised and the hard nipples pointed to the off-white ceiling.
"You're better than any boy," she said.
"Did any of them suck your cunt?" Sally asked.
"Uh-huh. They all do that. But they're not experts at it. You can give them lessons." Sally laughed.
"I'll be hanged if I give any boy lessons on making love."
"Were you ever with a man."
"Don't ask so many questions."
"I'm sorry."
"Men are too tough to take," Sally said. "They hurt. And they like to hurt. They love it when you whimper. It drives them insane. They have an unconscious desire to hurt women. It inflames them. They plow harder and harder when they think they're hurting you."
"You're absolutely right. If they hurt you, and you beg them to stop, they keep on going and they seem to go wild. It's as if you trigger something in them when you let them know they're hurting you. The dirty beasts."
"I'll sour you on men," Sally laughed. "And I don't want to do that. Someday you'll fall in love, get married, and have a mess of kids. Society won't consider you normal otherwise."
"To hell with society."
Doris sat up and pushed Sally flat on her back. She played with Sally's large smooth breasts. Her young fingers molded the flesh, thumbed the nipples. She bent her head and kissed Sally's breasts and then she licked at the nipples.
"M-m-m-m-m-m," she moaned. It was pleasant. Sally felt a stirring in her loins. "M-m-m-m-m-m. mice. Stay at my titties a long time."
Doris used her mouth on Sally's tits for a long time, kissing the hillocks, sucking the nipples. She tried to swallow a nipple and Sally groaned. Then Sally pushed at her head and the redhead went south. "Yes," Sally moaned. "Suck my cunt."
Doris licked around the deep navel and then dug her tongue into the belly button. She licked at the line of down that started underneath the navel to the edge of the patch. She wondered over the crisp hairs and touched the protruding parrot's beak. She slipped her tongue inside the cleft and Sally gasped.
"O-h-h-h-h-h." Sally writhed on the bed as Doris explored the inside of her wet hot pussy with her young firm tongue.
Doris sucked in the fleshy heat of the clitoris and her fingers flew over Sally's body and found the firm breasts. She tweaked the nipples as she ate Sally's cunt. She rolled the nipples between forefingers and thumbs. She bit gently around the nubbin of hard flesh.
"Oh-h-h-h-h." Sally rolled and twisted on the bed. Hot flashes touched her sensitized flesh. She groaned and whimpered. She gasped and moaned. Cries of joy escaped from her throat.
Doris sucked and sucked on the love button. She dug her fingers into Sally's smooth tits. She rolled the mounds of flesh around on Sally's chest as she licked furiously at the clitoris.
Hot pokers trailed over Sally's writhing body. Pokers that didn't torture but sent electric shocks through her squirming white body. Her thighs trembled. Moans, loud and clear, escaped from her palpitating throat.
Doris ate and ate at the moist flesh that leaked passion fluids. She heard the sighs and groans and moans and was pleased at the way she was pleasing Sally.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," Sally moaned as she arched her body. "I'm going to come," she wailed. She cried out and her love blossom flowed with the elixir of come juices.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm c-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ming!"
Then she fell back in a daze.