Chapter 7
Roberta Owens was a plump widow with brown hair graying at her temples. She had a pleasantly round face. She was thirty-six. She was in a blouse and a pair of green shorts. She had just finished a round of tennis with June and they were in the sun room, drinking sodas. It was late in the afternoon after June had slept in Sally's bed.
"Why have you been so cold to me?" Roberta asked.
"Cold to you? Don't be silly," said June.
"I thought you would be friendlier. I think I know why. Sally McGarrity. She's a jealous bitch, isn't she?"
"I'm surprised you don't go for the young bell boys here," June said. "All our guests do."
"They don't interest me. Well, that new one has possibilities."
"Larry."
"Yes. He's cute."
"Want me to arrange a meeting?" June asked ironically.
"I don't need you for that."
"It would ease Sally's mind if she knew you were fooling around with one of the fellas instead of with me," June said. "I like Sally. I don't want her sore at me."
"I'll do it for you," Roberta Owens said. "For a consideration."
"What's that?"
"Come to my room tonight."
"I will if you'll let me spank you."
Roberta frowned. "Why do you want to do that?"
"I like spanking soft asses," June said. She was still in an evil mood, taking her anger out on the old broads.
"I don't like being hurt."
"It's the kind of hurt that a woman enjoys," June said. "I'll make your ass all red. Then I'll soothe it by licking it. Then I'll really lick you. All over."
Roberta shivered deliciously.
"All right. It's a deal."
"Go to your room," said June. "I'll send that boy Larry to you."
Roberta finished her soda and sauntered out of the sun room.
June watched the sway of her plump hips and the ripple at the backs of her plump thighs. She got up and went looking for Larry. He was bringing a drink to a guest at poolside.
"Just a second," June said, putting her hand on his arm. "Do you know Roberta Owens?"
"She was pointed out to me."
"Her room is number five," June said. "She'd like to have you visit her. Right now."
"I have to bring a drink to Mrs. Kowan."
"Do that. Then go to Roberta's room."
"Sure."
June found Sally talking to a guest and took her aside.
"I'll prove to you Roberta Owens isn't what you think," June said, "she's not after my cunt. Right now, Larry is going to her. I don't have to tell you what for."
"I don't believe it."
"Then watch him. He's leaving the pool area now."
June and Sally followed Larry to Roberta's room and saw him go in.
"Well, there you are," June said.
"Doesn't mean anything," Sally said. "She probably digs men as well as women. She's still hot for you, so you better watch yourself."
"You're impossible," June stormed, and walked away angrily.
She'd turned Roberta Owens on to Larry, but that hadn't earned her any points with Sally. Sally was as jealous as ever. June was as confused as ever, longing for a permanent love, with no jealousy, no hang-ups.
When Larry got into Roberta's room, she was reclining on the bed, still clad in a blouse and shorts.
"You made good time, Larry," she said for openers.
"Yes, Mrs. Owens."
"You can call me Roberta. Come here."
Larry neared the bed.
"You're cute. I'll bet you look good naked."
"Do you want me to undress?"
"That's a very good idea," Roberta said.
Larry took off his uniform and Roberta's eyes glistened as she saw his young naked body. She reached out and toyed with his young but manly prick, admiring its slender length. Her expert fingers soon had his cock standing upright, rigid, throbbing.
"You can undress me," she said.
Larry took off her blouse and shorts. He unhooked her bra and then her panties. Her tits were large and sloped gently. The nipples were rather large and brown. Her cunt hair was abundant. Her thighs were plump and very white. Larry climbed into bed with her. They kissed and she ran her hands down his back and over his ass.
Larry fooled with her breasts and soon the nipples awoke. He bent his head and kissed them. His tongue ran down the valley between them and soon he was sucking at her nipples.
Her fingers ran through his hair. She was turned on. She liked having her nipples sucked. She reached down and grasped his penis. She started to pump him.
He was very hot now. He hadn't come in Wallace's cunt. He wanted to mount Roberta.
"Not just yet," she said, pushing at his head.
Larry knew what she wanted. His head went downward. He licked at her soft round belly, at the deep navel. His mouth was soon on her cunt and she gasped when his tongue adventured inside.
Shock waves took hold of her. "A-h-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Her plump body shook and quivered as he Frenched her cunt. He licked her tunnel walls and made the pink flesh moist. He licked at the rubbery clitoris and she groaned loudly.
Then she shrieked with pleasure.
"E-e-e-e-e-ee!! ! "
Larry loved the sound in his skull, and he loved the softness of the tender morsel in his mouth. He teased the little woman-prick with his lips and tongue. It was a springy piece of female flesh. He worked hungrily at the warm moist meal. Her heavy moans now replaced the eery shriek that had split the air.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
The heavy sound licked at the embers of his virile body and there arose a sudden craving to fuck the woman whose cunt he was now sucking.
Her soft white thighs rubbed against the sides of his head. He smelled pussy, and the musky odor of her womanhood excited him. He wanted to plunge his cock deep into her love canal, up to the hilt, and fuck the hell out of her.
That's what cunts were made for.
"Oh suck me. Suck me. Suck me," she was crying. "Oh, I love that. Make me come with your mouth. Make me come. Make me come."
He drew in the tender juices from the tidbit. He cupped her soft buttocks as he ate at her sweet-sour flesh.
She heaved her big body and her tits flopped and whimpers emerged from her throat as she felt his tongue and teeth and lips on her intimate female flesh.
"Suck it off," she cried. "Oh, I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Right in your wonderful mouth."
She cried out and her flesh trembled as she climaxed. The magenta flesh of her cunt opened and closed and she sighed deeply.
He didn't wait for her to catch her breath. He scrambled over her, ready for action. He ran the head of his cock up and down the cleft of her pussy, feeling the spongy hair-lined lips, moist, still flowing with the passion of the blow job he had just given her.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me hard."
It was just what he was going to do.
Her cunt was wide open, leaking passion sauce. His cock entered suddenly and she shivered deliciously as she felt the stuffing of the love cavity. Her round soft belly mashed against his as he plowed into her. In and out went his hungry young prick. His ass moved wildly as he screwed the shit out of her.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h!" she moaned again.
He pumped in and out, his cock strong, pulsing. He found her big tits and his fingers sank into soft warm flesh. He bent his head to nibble on her crinkly nipples.
"H-m-m-m-m-m-m-, " she sighed. "Nice. Tongue my nipples good. I love it."
His cock moved faster, faster, faster. His whole body thrust against her. Harder, harder, harder. He was miles away from the scene, riding his own crest of ecstatic pleasure. The wetness surrounded his hard flesh. His testicles bounced against the crack of her ass. He groaned and flooded her cunt with his hot sperm.
She sighed deeply as she felt the hotness flood her pussy. Sticky and warm. It leaked out and wet the crack of her ass.
She caressed his shoulders and back.
"You're very good, Larry. I bet the guests here will keep you busy."
"Guess so," he said blankly.
He had been saving that hot load of spunk for Mrs. Baker and her hundred-dollar tips. Now he wasn't so sure he could ream her ass the way he knew she wanted it reamed, and she was his nu-mero uno client.
"You could make every woman in this place," she added, patting him on the back.
"I'll have to get some rest."
He rolled away from her, his young cock glistening from the merging of sperm and her own passion fluid. He felt too tired to make his date with Wallace.
"Just a second," she said, her eyes lighting up.
She crawled to him. Her head dropped and soon she was licking the sticky goo of his cock. She licked every trace of their lovemaking from his prick. Her tongue on his cock was exciting and kept him from having his prick return to normal size.
"You still have a hard-on," she marveled.
"It's starting to hurt," he said. "Better leave it alone."
"So it'll shrink to nothing?"
She was teasing him now. She kept on licking his cock and started to handle his balls.
"You are hurting me," he said. He wanted to hit her but was afraid to. His cock was very sensitive now since he had recently come. And her tongue was licking about the head and the pressure was painful.
"Please stop," he urged.
She looked up at him.
"Will you lick my ass-hole?" she asked.
"Sure. Anything."
"Anal stuff," she said. "It's what I come to The Cornhole to get."
Her hand came away from his balls and she flopped down on the bed, her ass staring him in the face. Looking at the great twin mounds of white flesh, he had to wonder about the whole anal scene.
"What is it," he questioned, "about ass-licking and ass-fucking that's so damned exciting to a woman?"
"It's chemical," was all she would say.
She still lay there motionless, waiting patiently for the touch of his tongue on her ass-hole.
"You really dig it, don't you?" he said seriously.
"Yeah," she said, turning back to him. "Every gal does. It's the secret thrill, the hidden persuader. It works wonders with every woman. You just have to get her shorts off and her cheeks spread. Then you've got it made. A tongue in the ass-hole. A cock up the rectum. It's what every woman wants."
He thought about that. Thought about a girl named June Daniels. Then he looked back at Roberta's great and beautiful backside.
Her buttocks were almost massive. They were soft and round and fleshy. From her ass-hole protruded tufts of hair.
Larry caressed the flesh of her ass and bent his head to kiss the softness. He nibbled on the buttocks, chewed the cheeks.
Roberta sighed audibly.
"That feels very nice, Larry. Now get your tongue inside."
The tip of his tongue danced up and down the crescent of her behind. He heard her moans and knew what it meant to her. Then he paused, his tongue just above the red puckered hole. He used his fingers to spread her cheeks apart and also widened the aperture. His tongue lightly teased the opening, barely going in, and again Roberta moaned heavily.
He suddenly plunged and she gasped. His tongue jammed in till it couldn't go any further. Then he wiggled his tongue about inside her humid back passage. It sure as hell felt good.
She groaned and rubbed her soft wet cunt against the bed. She was hot as could be.
His tongue played on her nerve ends and she was a quivering mass of molten lava.
He tongued her behind, moving his tongue in and out like a cock, fucking her in the ass with his mouth. He heard her panting and knew she was on fire. There was something to this anal trip. It did do something to a woman. It lit her fire but good.
Then she turned around and her thighs were wide apart once more.
"Blow me," she cried. "Blow me!"
She wanted him to blow out that fire.
His face plunged to her hot cunt, and his tongue was once again in the tunnel of love. He licked at the secreting pinkish walls and she closed her hands over his ears, holding his head between her soft, white thighs and his mouth tight against her open pussy.
He found the clitoris and sucked it and his hands went over her body to her soft tits and he rolled her nipples between his fingers. He sucked her pussy and laved her clitoris with his tongue. He ate voraciously, loving the leakage that came from her woman flesh.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she cried. "O-h-h-h-h. That's so good. O-h-h-h-h-h. Suck my pussy good. Suck it good. Oh, I love it. I love it."
A shrill cry broke from her suddenly parched lips and her climax rocked her. Her tits flopped on her chest as she moved violently. She made the bed bounce, filled the room with the sounds of a woman in pleasure. It took her a long time to slow down, and when she finally did she lay heaving and panting for air on the bed.
"M-a-a-a-a-arvelous," she finally said.
Roberta Owens was finally satisfied. At long last she didn't need any more.
She watched Larry dress and wondered if she had the strength to make love to June tonight, the way she had planned to. She felt drained, completely pooped out. Larry was too much for her. He was young and virile and did whatever was asked of him.
He was better than Don Hardy.
"You're amazing," she said.
"Thanks," he replied, buttoning the last button of his blue bell hop uniform. "That's what I'm here for, to please and serve the guests."
Naked, she got out of bed, went to get her purse on the top of a chest of drawers. She gave him a twenty dollar bill.
"You deserve a nice tip," she told him.
"Thank you," he offered again.
She patted his backside as he strolled out the door. He pocketed the bill and continued on his way. He was just wondering if he hadn't done too well, if he hadn't blown what he save up for Wallace Baker that night.