Chapter 6
Wallace Baker was thirty-three. She was tall and slim with chestnut-brown hair. She was un-mero uno in New York City high society.
Wallace was lounging on a deck chair in the swimming pool area. Her two-piece suit showed off her slim figure to advantage. Despite her years her tits were firm as rocks. They bulged out the upper half of her blue string bikini.
A deep cleavage could be seen. Though her body was slim, her breasts were large and round and tanned like the rest of her body. She and some of the other women drove to a nearby lake every so often where they sunbathed in the nude.
Wallace liked the sun on her naked body. She liked the warmth of the sun. She was feeling warm now, but it wasn't all from the sun.
She was warm with expectant passion.
Larry was bringing her a cocktail. It was after lunch and she was relaxing before going for a dip in the pool. She thanked Larry and her eyes went over his youthful body. He looked good in his blue bell hop uniform.
"I don't have any change on me, Larry," she murmured. "And I do so want to tip you."
"That's all right, Mrs. Baker."
"Do you mind doing my back, Larry? The sun tan lotion is right there."
"Oh, sure."
She sat up and Larry reached for the tube that lay on the top of the serving table nearby. He squeezed out a worm of light cream onto his palm and started rubbing the lotion into her back and shoulders.
Wallace drank her cocktail and felt a thrill rip through her body. She knew she wouldn't be able to wait for tonight to have this sweet boy. She had to have him now. Of course, he had to know what was going on. Berry wouldn't have put him to work without filling him in.
Larry's fingers rubbed against her firm flesh.
She craned her neck and looked at him.
"You're not the modest type, are you Larry? I hope you're not."
"What do you mean?"
"I love having lotion all over me. But we're out in the open here. The other guests can see us. Otherwise, I'd ask you to rub lotion all over me. All over me, understand?"
"Uh-huh. Sure. I understand."
"Would you if I asked you to?" she wanted to know.
"It's my job to take care of your needs," he said.
"All my needs?" she asked teasingly.
He nodded his head and looked at her. "All your needs."
"Then why don't we go to my room?" she said. "It's much more private in my room."
"If you want."
She stood up, gathering up her robe, slipped it over her shoulders, and led the way to her room. Dutifully, Larry followed, the tube of lotion in his hand.
On the way there, Larry passed Don, who winked broadly at him.
In her room, Wallace took off her robe and laid it across the back of an easy chair. She unhooked the halter of her swim suit and draped it over her robe. She saw the amazement in Larry's eyes and openly grinned.
She had unusually large breasts for her slender figure. They were very full with large brown nipples. They were firm and stood out on her chest like balloons.
She lay on the bed, face down.
"All right," she said. "All right, Larry."
He knelt on the bed and said, worming more lotion onto his palm: "I thought you wanted it on your chest."
"I do. Just start on my back again. For a little while anyway."
He started rubbing the lotion onto her back. Rub Rub Rub. His palms glided over her firm skin.
Then, suddenly, she turned around and her tits were staring him in the face.
He rubbed one breast and the nipple was erect and scorching his palm. He rubbed the other breast and she started to moan. He rubbed her breasts till there was no more lotion. But he didn't bother to squeeze lotion from the tube onto his palm. He just kept rubbing her full firm tits and she kept moaning.
"Take off your shorts," she suddenly said.
He stopped what he was doing and shed the lower half of her swim suit and she was absolutely naked. He saw her boyish hips and her long slim thighs. He saw the brown hair on her love mound and through it could be seen the cleft and the protruding clitoris.
"My thighs," she said.
"With lotion?"
"No. Fuck the lotion."
He rubbed her thighs and she squirmed. He rubbed the inner thighs where her skin was so tender and moist. He neared the hollow of her torso and she groaned. He swept his palm over the surface of her oval-shaped cunt and she whimpered.
"Take your clothes off," she finally said, her body moving like she was screwing with an invisible lover.
He hopped off the bed and took off everything, including shoes and socks. Then he was on the bed again. He already had a hard-on. His young prick was pulsing with desire.
"Go down on me," she ordered.
His head was soon between her slim white thighs. He smelled the musky odor of her womanhood and it thrilled him. He licked at her groin, at her inner thighs, then at the outer lips, hair-lined, moist, brimming with fluid. He licked at the inner lips and she moaned. He jammed his tongue way inside till he could go no further.
She swiveled her hips.
"Yes, yes, like that."
She put her hands on her tits and rubbed them. She tweaked her own erect nipples.
"Oh, suck my pussy. Suck it. Lick my cunt. Yes. Yes. Oh, I love that. Love it. Love it. Yes. Do it to me just like that."
She moaned and whimpered as she felt the assault of his rubbery wet tongue on her private domain. She was obviously in sheer ecstasy.
He found the protruding clitoris and licked at the spongy meat. This brought a heavy sigh from her passionate lips.
He nibbled on the sweetbread and his hands cupped her firm buttocks. His fingers pressed against tanned and resilient flesh as his teeth scraped over the moist flesh of her womanhood.
She rolled her nipples between her forefingers and her thumbs. like shooting stars, flashes of heat rocketed through her squirming tanned body.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
Her body moved in torment, delicious torment. A sweet hotness spread through her body. Her fingers on her pointy red nipples and his mouth on her sweet cunt-the combination was bringing her the extreme ecstasy. Her ass moved wildly against the bed, her belly heaved with her extreme motion.
"A-h-h-h-h-h!"
She had to come soon, had to come in his male young mouth. She wanted him to taste the flow from her pussy. She wanted him to drink it in.
"Suck it!" she moaned. "Suck it. Eat my cunt. Eat it. Eat it."
She tossed her head from side to side. Her cunt oozed passion love juice. There would be a flood soon. A flood brought on from his ravenous mouth, his teeth, his tongue, his lips.
Tenaciously, Larry sucked the clitoris of her pussy. He sucked hard and his fingers pressed against the flesh of her ass. He brought one finger to the divide of her ass, and then it found the ass-hole and dug in.
She felt the sudden intrusion in her backside and it brought an extra thrill. She cried out and it came. Sweet, bitter, hard, driving-the ultimate thrill for her. The Climax.
She came and her whole body felt it. The earth and the sun moved. She rocked and swayed and her body melted inside. Her churning belly grumbled and she cried out hard and loud.
This was it.
This was the ultimate pleasure for her.
The digit up her ass-hole was driving her mad, mad with orgasmic spasms of pleasure.
He planted a few kisses on her open cunt and she invited him to get on top of her and fuck her.
He climbed aboard, his slender cock hard and pulsing. He was itching to fuck her.
She guided his slim prick to her open wet cunt and he inched in, up to the hilt. His balls banged against her love flesh.
"Fuck me," she said, loving the feel of the long, thin thing in her cunt.
His lengthy lance felt the wetness of her sheath. He started moving slowly at first, in and out, pistoning, his cock moving the whole length of her tunnel of love. He handled her full breasts and loved the warmth of her skin. He thumbed the nipples, still hard and erect, and he pistoned faster, in and out of her wet open cunt, as hard and fast as he could go.
"That's it," she cried out. "Give it to me. Yes. like that. Do it just like that."
He moved fast and hard, fucking her with all his young strength. He tweaked her nipples as his ass moved up and down, driving his young prick in and out of her sweet cunt. He was liking it as much as she was.
His breathing was jagged as he moved in and out of her love nook. He was very excited, forgetting it was a duty to screw her. He was thinking only of his own pleasure. He was in as deep as he could go. He jammed home, loving the feeling of warmth and wetness.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." She was going like a madwoman, staccato-like, groaning, then turning and moving with him.
"Give it to me good!" she shouted.
She was feeling his flat breasts with her fingertips, tweaking his nipples.
There was a high voltage flash along his spine. He didn't want to come yet. He started moving faster and faster, as fast as he could go.
"Give it to me," she cried.
Her face twisted and whitened and she stiffened and exploded.
He kept moving, his body a well-oiled sex machine. His cock was at the bursting point. Stiff, pulsing, his male flesh moved up and down and he groaned as the leaking at the piss-hole started. His heavy balls ached. He pushed his mind away from what he was doing. He held his cream for all he was worth.
One thing he had learned already at The Cornhole. To survive, a guy couldn't come off every time he had sex with a broad. He had to save himself.
He kept pumping away at the woman's cunt. Wallace was orgasming madly, coming off again and again. Still, Larry had not climaxed.
"That was good," she was finally able to say. She was kissing his face again and again. Then she lay still and felt his cock still hard inside her.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You could give the other fellas lessons, that's for sure." He felt her breasts. "You have nice tits," he said. "Thanks."
Her nipples remained hard.
"You can kiss them if you want to," she said. "I like when you do that."
He kissed her breasts and tongued her nipples. It sent a shiver of delight through him.
"I want you to fuck me again and again," she said. "Nobody fucks me as good as you do. My husband sure as hell doesn't. Don Hardy doesn't even fuck me so good."
"Okay," was all he said.
"You do everything, don't you?" she asked.
"Everything?"
"Ass fucking?"
He looked surprised.
"Why that?" he asked his hands still kneading the fullness of her mammoth breasts.
"There are just some things . ... "
He thumbed her nipples idly.
"My behind," she suddenly spoke up boldly. "Sometimes I like a tongue in there. A tongue that goes in deep and wiggles about Then a cock. A long thin cock like the one that's hung on you, Larry."
"I'll do that if you want," he said.
"Good."
She ran her hand down his body to the dick that stuck between her thighs.
"Maybe I'll let you do something that'll please you," she added.
"Like what?"
"Come in my ass. I like it in my ass," she said.
Then she reached under his cock for his hairy balls. She fondled them for a time.
"A long, slender penis. A long prick. I love to be fucked in the ass by that. And think of the pleasure it would give you. My ass-hole is tight, not like my big pussy. You'll have the time of your life. I noticed you didn't come when you fucked me in the cunt."
"Do you come when you get fucked in the ass?" he asked idly, ignoring her questioning tone.
"Yeah."
She squeezed his testicles. She played one ball against the other in his sack.
"My husband never does it," she confided. "But I love it. I have to have a prick in my ass before I can really come the way I want to. And a tongue in my cunt does a lot for me if it's at the same time. Two guys. Or a guy and a girl, either way. Asshole and clitoral stimulation. I dig that." He nodded.
"But I come best when a cock is moving in and out of my behind," she continued, "and my lover puts his fingers on my clitoris and plays with it at the same time. Then I come best of all. It feels so good, having my pussy rubbed while a cock is stuffing up my ass."
"Do you like that better than anything?"
"Yeah," she said. "But the guy can't have too thick a dick. I like a thick dick up my cunt. My husband has that, and all he knows is fuck, fuck, fuck. But to do it up the ass it has to be long, plenty long, to reach the whole way. And it has to be a real noodle like yours is, thin."
"I dig."
She gripped his balls with steel-like fingers, making him wince.
"Yes, baby. It's a man's cock in my ass that gives me the greatest thrill. That's the reason I come to The Cornhole. That's the reason at least half the women who come here choose this place. To get their sweet asses corn-holed just right. Till now, I thought Don Hardy was the best there was at ass-fucking, but with that thing of yours, and the way you cunt-fucked me, I'm not so sure."
"Till tonight then," Larry said. "You'll have everything you want. My cock in your ass, my fingers on your clit. You command and I'll obey. That's what I'm here for. To make you happy."
She released his balls.
"I can hardly wait," she said.
She got off the bed and put on her swim suit. Larry dressed and she kissed him on the mouth. Before he left the room, she gave him a crisp bill. Outside, he looked at it.
It was a one hundred dollar bill.
He put it in his pocket and walked away. He was thinking about June Daniels.