Chapter 3
June Daniels was eighteen like Larry, with a trim pert body, raven black hair ... and a perfect backside.
She was excited about being an assistant to the social director at The Cornhole. It was a job for Larry, plus an unexpected salary for her, and they'd both be able to spend the summer out in the sunshine. The way she figured it, it brought marriage that much closer.
The first day at the resort, she met Sally McGarrity before she even brought her bag up to her room. Sally was social director, and she was coming off the tennis court where she had been giving lessons to one of the lady guests.
"You can't teach those broads anything," she complained. "I don't know why they bother to take lessons."
June laughed and shook hands.
"I guess," Sally added, "they take them just because they're free. This is going to be one of your jobs. Just go through the motions. No need to work up a sweat."
Sally looked to be about twenty-eight. She had a full but athletic figure and thick brown hair. Right then it was done up in a million curls, a la Linda Lovelace.
"Who's that?" June asked, as she saw Larry shaking hands with a tall and handsome young man.
"That's Don," said Sally. "He's the other bell boy. He'll be showing Larry the ropes. Larry's not bad looking. The broads here will sure go for him."
"As long as he doesn't go for them," laughed June.
"Here comes Helen Topperman," said Sally. "She's one of our best guests. Would you like to wet your feet by giving her today's tennis lesson."
"Glad to," said June. "Take me seconds to change."
The woman who approached them in a splendidly expensive tennis outfit was solidly built, about thirty-eight or nine, and blessed with a thick head of red hair.
"Time for my lesson," she said brightly.
"You'll have a better teacher starting today," said Sally. "Helen, this is June. She's my new assistant director. She played on the team at Southern College for two years, and she's a whizz-bang."
Helen gave June a lingering up-and-down gaze that surprised her. Then the older woman turned and smiled over her shoulder.
"I'll be on the court working on my serve," she said.
"Hurry up and change," added Sally. "I'll see you at dinner to brief you on everything."
June nodded and hurried up to the room with her bag. She met Larry and Don in the hall.
"Hi June," Larry said. "This is Don Hardy. Don this is June Daniels. She's going to be Miss McGarrity's new assistant."
Don was even more handsome up close.
The three of them chatted for a few seconds, and then June went off to change for the tennis lesson. Larry had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Don, and the two of them went down to the dining room where they could have a quiet place to sit down and chat.
A section of the dining room was set aside for the employees.
"The food is damn good," Don said. "We get the same eats as the guests."
"What's there to do around here on your time off?" Larry asked. "Nothing I could see for miles around on the drive up except some cornfields."
"You gotta be kidding," Don laughed. "Or are you really that naive?"
"What do you mean?" Larry asked.
"You don't have a hell of a lot of free time around here with all these boy-crazy females around."
"Oh, I see what you mean."
"The way I look at it," said Don, "is that it's pretty much a drag, swinging with all these old dames. Still, the bread is hard to beat."
"And it beats working," put in Larry.
"Right on," said Don.
"How long have you been at it?"
"This'll be my second summer. I dig it actually. My only lament is the quality of some of the stuff you make. Now take that..." he nodded over towards the door. "Now I could dig that one all right. Sally McGarrity."
Larry turned and saw Sally McGarrity entering with June. They got coffee and went to a small table where Sally was evidently running it down to June.
"She's the social director," said Don. "Boy, I'd like to get into her pants. But she don't go for men. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah," said Larry, turning back.
"Guess that makes her perfect for this place," said Don. "Something for every taste."
"Taste? I thought you meant Sally didn't swing?"
"Sure, she does. But not with men." Don stared at Larry. "Did you just get off the farm or something?"
"No, but I guess I got a lot to learn."
"That Sally McGarrity, she's got a great pair of tits, but she ain't givin' 'em up to no man. I know, I've tried. Now take that new chick you introduced me to, June. She's already been staked out by Sally, you can be sure of it. Take a gander at the way the two of 'em are cozy over there at the table. Don't think Sally don't plan stuff like that."
"She's got to fill June in on the job," Larry put in. He knew June was a straight chick, and would stay that way.
"Hell no," insisted Don. "Do I have to draw you a picture? I can see the way Sally is zeroing in on June already."
"Tell you the truth," lied Larry. "I have no feelings about it. What they do is their business.
"I see what you mean. But look at all that young flesh that's going to waste. Sally has the best pair in the resort, if your chick doesn't. That's a lot of swell stuff to be wasted on each other. Till June arrived, Sally was the only un-der-thirty on the premises."
Just then, one of the woman guests entered the room in a cocktail dress. As she drew closer, Larry saw it was the dame that June had been trying to show how to hold a tennis racket.
He and Don rose as she got to their table.
"No need to get up," she said. "My name's Helen Topperman."
"Hi, I'm Larry Walters. Won't you join us?"
"Thank you," she said, taking a seat.
"Helen's one of our best guests," Don said unnecessarily.
"I have a stuck drawer in my room," Helen said to Don. "Do you think you could get a chance to come up and fix it some time today?"
"I'm pretty busy," Don said. "I have to do some work for Miss Tyler. Why don't you take care of it, Larry?"
"Sure," he replied brightly. "Glad to be of help. I can get to it right now."
"Oh good," beamed Helen.
The two of them rose and headed for the door.
"See you," Don said to Larry.
Minutes later, Larry and Helen Topperman were in her bedroom. He gave a yank on the drawer she said was stuck, found it easy enough to open.
When he turned, he found himself face to face with the matronly woman.
"I like you very much, Larry," she said. Her eyes were liquid. "I love being with you."
He said nothing.
Her hands flew over his clothes and soon he was naked. Then she undressed herself and they proceeded to the bed.
She lay back, her massive thighs open, showing the rubbery thick lips of her soft moist vulva.
"Come on baby. Go down on it. Suck my cunt. I'm oozing now, just thinking about it."
Larry dove downward, his mouth taking possession of Helen's soft, warm pussy. His tongue stretched and licked along the sides of the tunnel walls as she moaned and gasped. He found her floppy breasts and dug his fingers into the softness.
He tweaked her nipples and they grew erect. His tongue played with the nerve ends of her open cunt. He sucked in the clitoris and bit gently around it.
Shivers of ecstasy ran up and down his spine. This was something he dug as much as she did.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Her body rolled and tossed and her fingers closed over his ears, keeping his head in place between her soft, milky thighs.
He squeezed her breasts as he sucked her cunt.
He tried to swallow the clitoris and she gasped and groaned and felt the mouth working at her throbbing meat and she swiveled her hips and shuddered. Her clit was as big as her nipples all right.
He bit the sweetbread, not too gently, and his fingers squeezed her large nipples hard. He heard her gasp and cry and felt the shivers pass through her plump body.
She groaned, soaring skyward as her cunt juices flowed into Larry's mouth. She was coming furiously now. There was a driving force to the thrusting of her hips that spelled orgasm.
She was humping his face now, and it was a long time before she slowed to a chugging halt. When she did, he kissed her dripping pussy fervently, then climbed over her. He was hot as a two-dollar pistol on Saturday night, hot to fuck the hell out of her cunt.
She reached down and grasped his penis, squeezed it, pumped it several times, and then guided the head to the opening of her pussy. She urged him to slide it home, and he felt the delicious friction as he stuffed her cunt with his thick shaft.
Then he started moving in and out and his balls banged against the flesh of her pubic mound.
Her hands were all over him, raking his back with her long nails.
"Oh, fuck me," she moaned. "A-h-h-h-h-h, that feels so good, your cock moving in and out of my cunt. Stuff me with that prick of yours. Fill me with it. Oh, yes. like that. like that."
She moved with him and he knew she was coming again.
"A come-freak," he thought to himself as he fucked away at her cunt.
He bent his head and kissed her soft breasts, sucking on her large nipples as he pumped in and out of her white, soft body. His ass moved wildly in the air.
She groaned and shook and oozed pussy juice as she climaxed. She kept moving beneath him, scratching his back with the fury of a wildcat in heat.
"Give it to me," she groaned. "Fuck me. Spill your juice. Come inside me. I want to feel your hot goo in my cunt."
Her words inflamed him and he moved faster and faster, his prick a throbbing insturment, pis-toning in and out of her flesh.
A hot, searing flash scorched his spine as his cock jerked inside her wet cunt and spilled out the contents of his balls. He filled her pussy with liquid, thick and white, and then slowly withdrew from her vagina. He lay alongside her, well sated.
She fell asleep, so when Larry was fully back to his senses he slipped from the bed, dressed hurriedly and went downstairs.
As he passed through the lobby looking for Don, he spotted Betty Tyler. She leaned a round hip against the corner of her desk, casually surveying him as he approached. From the look on her pleasant face, he figured she was asking herself if he had just fucked Helen Topperman.
"Did you ever work in a resort or a hotel before?" she asked him.
"No ma'am."
"You can call me Betty. All my employees do. No formality here, except of course with the guests."
She winked broadly at him.
"I'll have Don show you everything you need to know," she went on. "You already have your room, right? I'm sure you'll work out just fine.
At least I know that we're going to get along. Don can show you all around the place, and you can start toting bags and things tomorrow."
"I already fixed a drawer for Miss Topper-man," he said casually.
She laughed.
"More likely you fixed a box," she said. "It's Mrs. Topperman, by the way. She has a little worm of a husband who can't do anything but make money and suck her cunt. She comes up here more to get away from him than anything else. He doesn't know a thing. Thinks her favorite sport is tennis."
"Anything else I should know about working here?"
"As an employee of The Cornhole," she said, "you'll learn quickly that the clientele must always be catered to. Most of our guests are women. Middle-aged women, widows, wives who are dumped by their husbands and joined only during weekends ... if at all. Naturally, they get sort of lonely. My bell hops make sure they don't remain lonely, dig?"
"Dig."
"The salary isn't much I admit," she went on. "Still, tips are the thing. They can be enormous. Wouldn't be surprised if Mrs. Topperman lays something on you for fixing her stuck drawer up there."
"Stuck drawer can be a pain." She laughed.
"The tips depend on how good you are in keeping our female guests entertained."
By now, Larry knew what she meant. He nodded his head to show he understood. He wouldn't have any trouble making love to middle-aged women. After all, he dug his Aunt Martha and he dug Betty Tyler and he hadn't had any trouble getting it on with Helen Topperman.
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that he had made the right decision in bringing June up to the resort for the summer.
"June seems to be starting off well," said Betty, as if reading his mind. "Helen told me she never enjoyed the tennis lesson as much as she did with June, and that gal of yours seems also to have hit it off beautifully with my social director. Why they just came through here a few minutes ago, and they were arm in arm."
That gave Larry a bit of a start.
"I place a lot of faith in that gal Sally," Betty went on, not noticing his reaction. "She's been with me a long time and she seems to have a magic touch in pleasing the lady guests."
Larry was lost in thought, till Betty spoke again.
"One of my best guests is arriving tomorrow on the train," she said. "Mrs. Wallace Baker. Believe me, she's a big tipper."
"Sounds good," said Larry distractedly.
"Say!" Betty piped up. "Don't you go wasting all of yourself on my guests now. I want some more of what I got down in town with you, hear?"
He laughed.
"Sure," he said.
"Okay then," she smiled. "Be in my room at ten tonight. I want to see how much that Helen Topperman took out of my young man."