Chapter 9

The next day, Roberta Owens lay naked on her belly in her room. Her rounded ass looked tempting to June Daniels. June was also nude. She was kneeling by Roberta's side and her hands ran over the naked back and buttocks.

"Nice and soft," June said.

The flesh was soft. Soft and warm. She raised her right hand and started spanking Roberta.

Whack! Whack!

June's palm hit Roberta's behind with full force. The buttocks quivered like jelly.

"You're hurting me," Roberta complained.

But June kept on spanking, unmindful of Roberta's objections. Her arm raised and lowered and her palm kept meeting the naked flesh.

She suddenly pried apart Roberta's fleshy buttocks and exposed the red puckered ass-hole. She bent her head and she licked at the humid opening, knowing this is what guests at The Cornhole wanted.

Roberta gasped and wriggled her hips.

June's tongue plundered the anus, and the heavy woman moaned as she felt the thick wet intrusion. She rubbed her cunt against the bed.

"Oh, that feels so good. Oh, that feels marvelous. Oh, yes. Lick it good. Get that wonderful tongue all the way in. Yes, like that. Oh, that feels so good."

June sucked at the hole and her hand found the wet opening of Roberta's pussy between her heavy thighs. Her fingers delved inside and Roberta's moanings were heavier. Fingers searched the soft walls of the love tunnel and Roberta creamed lightly as passion rode her wildly. She rubbed her cunt against the bed, feeling the friction against her rubbery clitoris. Groans escaped from her open mouth.

This was so good. She loved this bit. Certainly better than the spanking June had just administered.

A tongue in her back passage and exploring fingers in her wet cunt. It was too much for Roberta. like a banshee she cried out and climaxed. June felt the cream of passion soaking her fingers. Her tongue gave one final plunge in the heavy woman's ass-hole and then she withdrew tongue and fingers.

Roberta turned around and her soft tits flopped.

"That was terrific," she said.

June handled the soft breasts. She thumbed the nipples delicately.

"Open your thighs wide," she said.

Roberta spread her thighs.

June mounted Roberta, her pussy against Roberta's cunt. Then she started moving her body the way a man would.

"Play with my titties," June said. "Play with them."

Roberta put her hands on June's breasts and toyed with the full rounded tits. She tweaked the nipples and they were hard like garnets. The friction was getting to her. The friction of June's pussy rubbing against her own. She moaned and moved with June.

Passion pangs shot up and down June's spine as she moved smoothly against the body of her female lover. Her belly mashed against Roberta's. She put her hands on Roberta's soft tits and her fingers sank into the warm smooth flesh. She felt the large nipples nestling against her palms as she squeezed the flesh pillows.

Her cunt was hot and throbbing as it rubbed against the open blossom of Roberta's magenta flesh. Cunt against pussy. Pussy against cunt.

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," June moaned.

Her body was wild and pagan, moving crazily, feeling every throbbing emotion. She had to get release. She just had to. She bent her head and started kissing Roberta's breasts. She bit around the nipples and then the nipples themselves. She kept moving her cunt against the open gash between Roberta's massive white thighs. There was a hunger for release. She bit a nipple and Roberta cried out in pain. That cry seemed to trigger something in June and she groaned and came.

Her cunt opened and closed, opened and closed, and hot cream poured forth. June took a deep breath and rolled away from Roberta's soft white body.

"No wonder Sally refused to let go of you," Roberta said in wonder. "That's the greatest sex I've ever had."

June laughed.

"I don't belong to anyone."

"It's warm in here. I wish we could go for a swim in the buff."

"Want to go to the lake?"

"It's an idea."

"We can go in the nude." Roberta had second thoughts. "What if we're seen?" June laughed.

"So what? You think you'd be the first guest at The Cornhole to go swimming in the nude up at the lake?"

"No, I guess not."

"There's plenty that goes on there at night. In the daytime too, sometimes. I've heard what goes on at the lake."

"Really?"

"Sure," said June. "You go for a swim in the nude. Then you lay on the grass and talk. Then you start playing around and one thing leads to another. It's a tradition at The Cornhole."

"Tell me, how is Sally in bed?"

"Are you interested in her?" June laughed.

Roberta shrugged her shoulders and her bountiful breasts bounced merrily.

"Just curious."

"Well, she's just fine in bed. She taught me everything. And I do mean everything."

"I guess I can't order her to bed like one of the bell boys," Roberta said.

"No, you can't."

"I'm satisfied with you," Roberta said, putting a hand on June's white breasts. She fondled the globes.

"Want to go for that swim?"

"No," Roberta said huskily, feeling June's hardening nipples. "I'd rather stay here and make love to you."

"Suit yourself," June grinned, lying back.

She was pleased with her new-found success as a lesbian hustler. Yet, she still could not get a boy named Larry out of her mind.

Neither could a couple of paying guests at the resort.

Katherine Hobbs agreed with Midge McCoy when she saw Larry with a tray of drinks at pool side.

"He if: good-looking. Handsome. We should take him on sometime, the two of us."

Kathy was a blonde woman forty-four or forty-five with a slim figure and good legs. Her breasts were rounded and fairly large. She had on a swim suit and was lounging about in a deck chair. There were crows' feet at the corners of her eyes and other minor signs which gave away her age. Otherwise she could have passed for thirty.

Also in a deck chair was Midge McCoy, a solidly built woman with equally blonde-or equally bleached-hair. She had on a two-piece suit and her breasts overflowed the upper part of the suit.

"Want to take him on tonight?" she asked her friend over her drink. "Why not?"

"We'd better speak up," Midge said. "Before someone else asks him."

She gestured to Larry as he walked past with an empty tray, her now empty glass in her hand.

"Yes ma'am?" Larry said.

"I'll have something long and cool," Midge said. She turned to Kathy. "How about you?"

"Sure," Kathy said, her eyes on Larry's youthful, but manly, body. She liked the way his uniform clung to his body, especially at the crotch. She knew that it was done deliberately. "Maybe a martini."

"And a refill on mine," laughed Midge.

"Very good," said Larry.

He turned and walked off with his tray.

"He's nice, isn't he?" Midge said.

"I'll say. Let's play some strip poker with him this evening."

"That's an idea," Midge said, delighted with the notion her friend had come up with.

"I hope he does everything," Kathy said.

"They all do. You know that. This is The Cornhole, not Disneyland."

"I wouldn't mind his tongue up my you-know-where."

"You think I'm a prude?" Midge said. "You can say it. Asshole. Asshole. Don't act prudish with me."

"Don't be silly."

"I can't wait," Midge said. She could see Larry in the tap-room through the huge windows that separated the pool area from the main building. "Think we ought to get him to bed right now? "

"What's the rush?"

"My pussy is burning me. I mean it. When I want it I get a burning feeling there."

"Wait for tonight," Kathy advised. Larry returned with the drinks. "Are you free tonight?" Midge asked boldly. "Yes," Larry said.

"Can you come to my room tonight?"

"If you wish," said Larry.

"Yes, I do wish," Midge said, taking her drink from Larry's tray. "Kathy will be there too. This is Katherine Hobbs, Larry. It'll be a very stimulating evening ... and night. Be there about nine."

Kathy watched Larry walk away.

"It's going to be fun."

"He's got a nice tight ass," Midge said.

"We'd better stop talking about it," Kathy said. "Or we'll start masturbating."

"Did you do a lot of masturbating when you were a kid?" Midge wanted to know. She sipped her drink.

"Some. But not as much as you, I'll bet."

"Don't be bitchy."

Katherine Hobbs laughed.

Meanwhile, Larry had gone inside.

"I see you're all set with Midge and Kathy," Don said to him.

They were in the dining room, taking a breather. They were sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes.

"I saw them talking to you," he added.

"Midge did all the talking," Larry said. "I'm going to her room tonight."

"After they get through with you," Don said, "you'll need a week to rest up."

"Are they good at tips?"

"Terrific."

"It'll be worth it. Besides, I already told you. I enjoy it."

Don put out his cigarette.

"I'm working my own deal right now with one of the guests. Something special. A three-way. Her, me and you."

"Me?"

"Why not?"

"Who is she?"

"She's been here a week. Her name is Babs Kunkel. She has gray hair but don't let that bother you. Her skin is smooth and white. She wants something different. I told her she could have something different if I brought another boy along. She's thinking about it but I'm sure I can swing it. It's strictly a money thing. I ain't doin' it for love. We'll split a century note between us."

"What's that?"

"A hundred bucks. Inflation has hit the price of cock along with everything else."

"Sounds good," said Larry. "A hundred dollars. That's a lot of money for something like that."

"She's loaded. Listen, are you in or out."

"I never was part of an orgy before," Larry said.

"I wouldn't exactly call it an orgy," Don said. "There's only three of us. Maybe a dozen would make it an orgy. Besides, what's wrong with an orgy?"

"Nothing, I guess."

Don finished his coffee.

"Well, what do you say?"

"Let me think about it."

"Fifty bucks in your pocket," Dan said. "That ain't nothin' to sneer at."

"I guess it's okay. But when."

"I don't know yet."

"Not tonight," Larry said. "I've got a thing going with Midge and Kathy, remember?"

"Don't worry. It won't be tonight. I'm still working on her. She is weakening though, I can tell you."

"Okay. You just let me know."

"Will do," Don winked. "And lots of luck with Kathy and Midge."

Larry got up and left the table. He headed up the stairs and found his way to the room number Midge had given him. A short wait after his knock brought him into the privacy of Midge McCoy's hotel room.