"You ever do it dog-style?" he said excitedly.
"No," Michelle said. She didn't add that she'd only fucked once before in her whole life.
"You'll dig it," Carlo said.
Michelle had no doubt that she would. In spite of her dislike of Carlo, his expert love-making had gotten her hotly aroused, and she could hardly wait to get balled. She trembled in happy anticipation as she felt him poking his erect cock around in her crotch, seeking her cunt. Then the fat hard head of his prick was wedging into her little cunt mouth and he was pushing into her.
"0000000," Michelle wailed, clawing the bed. She loved the sensation of being suddenly stuffed and filled with hard slick cock.
"Oh, Jesus," Carlo gasped as he penetrated her in one long slow delicious thrust, "baby, you are tight!"
No wonder-she'd only lost her cherry a few hours ago. But she didn't tell him that. She just moaned her intense pleasure as she took the repeated hard deep thrusts of his swollen meat. She was so glad she hadn't waited for marriage to start fucking. She would have been missing the wildest pleasure there was.
"You like it, honey?" Carlo panted.
"Oooooo, yes," Michelle squealed, "I love it. Don't stop. Oh, God, fuck me all day!"
He chuckled. "I wish to hell I could. You got the tightest box I ever balled."
As his excitement grew, he began to fuck her harder and faster. Michelle felt herself taking off in a powerful chain of orgasms, her whole body rocking with pleasure. She screamed in ecstasy as Carlo's jerking dick brought her off again and again.
"Ahhhhh, yes," she wailed, "I love it."
Long delicious minutes passed, Carlo fucking her furiously, holding out as long as he could. His breathing got ragged, and he was dripping sweat all over Michelle's back. He seemed determined to impress her with his ability-and she was impressed. It was a fantastic fuck, even if she didn't much like the guy.
"Awwwww, Christ," he moaned at last, "Can't hold out."
Michelle felt the scalding blast of his jism against her womb. It triggered another body-jolting climax, and she wailed with delight as be jerked his squirting prick in her. Then at last they collapsed with a sigh, Carlo's cock shrinking in her squeezing cunt.
Michelle smothered a giggle. It was the second time today she'd been caught spying, and the second time she'd been "punished" by being forced to flick. She just hoped that kind of punishment would continue. She believed that when it came to sex, there was just no limit to her capacities.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After leaving Carlo Rossi, who gave her an enormous tip for her "services", Michelle had to work extra hard to get all the rooms cleaned before quitting time. She just barely made it, in fact. Afterwards she decided to take a stroll along the shore of the lake instead of going right home to her parents. She needed time to think.
Michelle wondered more and more if marriage was really what she wanted. Since losing her virginity to Ray Benton she'd discovered an almost endless sexual ability in herself, and she was pretty sure that just one man couldn't satisfy her. Besides, she wanted to see the world, have some adventures-and ball a lot more men-before she settled down.
Her parents and Kurt would be disappointed, of course, if she decided to call off the wedding. But you only live once.
Michelle's thoughts were cut short as she heard strange noises from the woods beside the lake. She'd walked a few hundred feet from the hotel, down the narrow beach, when she heard the noise. It sounded like a scream or a squeal, she wasn't sure which. Nervously she crept into the woods to check it out.
The noise led her to a small mossy clearing. It was a good place to be alone, and she would never have found it if it hadn't been for the noise. She peeked out from behind a bush and saw Kristi Jones and Jay Sommers. They were in their bathing suits, and Jay was chasing Kristi around the clearing. Kristi was squealing with excitement-that was the noise Michelle had heard.
"Slow down, damn it," Jay panted. "I'm not young any more."
"Imagine YOU admitting that," Kristi giggled. "Anyhow, I won't slow down because I don't want you to catch me."
"Oh, shit," Jay said disgustedly, huffing and puffing as he tried to catch the slim redhead. "I didn't come out here to jog, baby. I came out here
to ball. Now will you stop?"
"No," Kristi said, successfully dodging him. "That's all we ever do, Jay. That's all you want me for, and I'm tired of it. I'm not your whore. I don't have to open my legs every time you get horny."
"Oh, yes, you do, baby," Jay said coldly. "You know you won't get anywhere in pictures without my help. And if you wanta be in that movie with me, you damn well better do what I want."
Kristi stopped running at last and gave him a long look of hatred. "Do you have to be so obvious about it?" she said. "Can't you at least pretend to like me?"
"Why bother?" said Jay. "Oh, I like you okay, honey. I like you fine. But why pretend? What we've got going is really a business deal-you fuck me, and I put you in my picture. It's as simple as that."
Kristi gave a lingering sigh and said sarcastically, "Oh, Jay, you're so romantic. I wish your fans could see you now.
Well, at least one of them could. Michelle found herself getting comfortable behind a bush, settling in to watch. She knew it was wicked of her, but she simply couldn't seem to control her urge to peep. Already she felt a glowing excitement in her pussy as she thought of watching Kristi and Jay get it on.
"I'm not acting now," Jay said in reply to Kristi's remark. "I don't have to. You know what I want. Let's quit wasting time."
He strode over to her, pulled her hard against him, and kissed her. Kristi gave a squeak of protest and pushed him away.
"Jay, you're all sweaty," she said.
"Yeah, from chasing you," he snapped. "It's not my fault, Come on, baby, don't be a cock-teaser. I want you. What do I have to do to turn you on?"
A sudden mischievous grin lit Kristi's face. "Oh, well," she said, "that's easy to do. I'll let you turn me on, Jay. All you have to do is eat my pussy."
He stared at her, and the pretty redhead began taking off her bathing suit. Again Michelle envied the girl's fantastic body, the slim frame combined with the big ripe knockers. Jay remained impressed, too. He stared hungrily as Kristi undressed in front of him with teasing slowness.
"This is what you want, isn't it, Jay?" she cooed.
As she spoke, she untied the top of her bikini and drew it off with deliberate slowness. Her heavy round tits tumbled out, jiggling enticingly, and settled into their natural shape, firm and thrusting. Jay gave a hoarse growl and started toward her, but Kristi backed off.
"Oh, no," she said, "don't, touch me-not yet. You said you wanted to turn me on, so you have to wait till I feel ready. I'll tell you when I feel ready."
Quivering with horny impatience, Jay forced himself to stand still and watch as Kristi untied the panties of her bikini and very gradually shrugged the little garment down over her sleek flat belly and pert round ass. He licked his lips when he saw the coppery puff of curls over her mons. Again he started forward to touch her, but he checked himself.
"That's better," purred Kristi. "You just wait till I call you, Jay. It won't belong."
She gave a sudden wiggle of her hips, and the bikini panties floated down to the ground. She stepped out of them, naked and gorgeous. Gracefully she sank down onto the springy moss and lay on her back. She opened her long legs and slowly parted them, revealing the pretty moist pink of her slit. Jay was clenching and unclenching his fists as he watched her, trying to control his excitement.
"You know what I want now, don't you, Jay?" Kristi said softly.
"Yeah," he said, "you want me to give you some head."