Then his hand slipped into her crotch.
Michelle gave a squeal of surprise and jumped a little.
"Kurt," she said in alarm.
"Just relax," he panted. "Keep pumping my dick, baby, and I'll do something nice for you. Don't worry-I'm just touching."
Michelle was nervous about it, but she said nothing more. She told herself not to be silly, that touching couldn't hurt her. She went on pumping his juice-soaked cock, and he slid his hand firmly over her soft curly mons, cupping it, possessing it. She blushed hotly. No man had ever touched her there before.
She felt his finger wiggling inside the plump lips of her mons and touc›hing the small red dot of her clit. Stunning pleasure jolted her the instant he touched it, and she almost gasped aloud. A few times while bathing she'd accidentally touched herself there and gotten the same results-but with Kurt touching her, the excitement was doubled.
"00000," Michelle suddenly moaned.
He was rubbing her clit steadily and expertly. He was frigging her, she realized, doing what she'd wanted to do to herself but had thought too wicked. He had the tip of his finger on her highly sensitive little joy button, and he was rubbing and massaging it, and it felt terrific.
So terrific that she creamed heavily into his hand. He must have felt it. She couldn't stop blushing, and yet his finger felt so damned good on her clit that she couldn't ask him to stop. She just sat there and moaned while he frigged her hot little red clit. Somehow she managed to keep pumping his cock, too. She and Kurt moaned and panted for long delicious moments.
So this was what the experts called foreplay just a little something you did before fucking. It was so exciting, so much fun, that she wondered how fucking itself could be any better. She'd given up trying not to reveal her excitement. She just shamelessly creamed right into Kurt's hand and moaned her pleasure. She'd never felt anything so wonderful as Kurt's busy fingertip rubbing around and around the taut throbbing shaft of r clit.
"You like that, baby?" he asked homely.
"Oooow Kurt, it feels great," she gasped. "Do you like what I'm doing?" Her little hand still
pumped steadily up and down the swollen shaft of his cock.
"Yeah, I dig it," ha moaned. "Don't stop. In fact I'm probably gonna come in just a second, honey, but don't be frightened. I might make some noise."
She found herself really excited by the idea of bringing him off. Poor Kurt had been through so many months of frustration with her, she really wanted to do something nice for him. She speeded up her pumping of his cock, tightening her fist a little. Kurt moaned loudly, leaned back and closed his eyes. His breathing was very fast and noisy now.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he chanted.
She kept pumping, and he started moving his hips, feeding his hot swollen dick roughly back and forth in her hand. Then suddenly he arched his body sharply and howled. The noise alarmed Michelle, but she managed to keep pumping. His cock writhed and contracted in her fist then shot a blast of white cream that almost hit her face. She drew back and watched in amazement.
"Awwwwww, God," Kurt wailed.
His body jerked violently a few times as he jetted out his come; and then he gasped and went limp. Michelle felt his cock going small and soft in her hand; She gently let it go. Kurt was catching his breath, a funny smile on his face. Finally he looked at her and grinned and his finger began moving back and forth over her clit again, giving her a sudden burst of pleasure.
"You did all right, honey," he told her. "Now you get your reward."
Michelle tried to fight off the dizzying blinding pleasure that engulfed her, for she didn't want to lose control of herself while she was alone with
Kurt. It was no use. He frigged her hot little clit furiously, and she was swept away with pleasure, moaning and jerking her horny pussy in time to his strokes.
Michelle wailed, "Oooooo."
"That's it, baby, dig it," Kurt urged. "I'm gonna make you come."
She didn't believe him-and then she was coming. It was so sudden and unexpected that she couldn't hide her response. Her slim body arched sharply, then began to shake violently. Her cream gushed out to puddle on the seat of the car. She screamed with pleasure. Her very first orgasm brought her unbelievable pleasure, more than she'd dreamed possible.
"Eeeeee," she screeched.
At last the dizzying contractions died away, and she snuggled up against Kurt, fulfilled and content-for the moment. He laughed softly and hugged her, having made his point-they could bring each other off and still preserve her virginity.
Too bad that wasn't enough for Kurt.
"Honey," he said, "if you dig coming, just think how much fun it'd be to ball. You can really get off that way."
"Kurt, we've been over this a hundred times," Michelle said. "I'm not going to fuck you till we're married, and that's that. I thought you understood."
"So let's get married right away, then," he said eagerly. "I been thinking it over, honey, and we
can get by on just my pay. I really don't want you working in that hotel this summer. There's too many guys who'll get the wrong idea about you."
"I can take care of myself," Michelle said, "and you know we need the money, Kurt."
"So you won't marry me right away?" he said angrily.
"No, and I won't give up that job," Michelle snapped.
"And of course you won't ball me like a normal woman," he sneered.
"Kurt," she cried, "Be reasonable."
"Go to hell," he snarled, starting the car. "I've waited long enough for you. Now I'm gonna find somebody else."
CHAPTER TWO
Kurt went off in a huff, vowing to find another girl-one who'd have no objections to balling him. Michelle felt angry and hurt. It wasn't her fault that she'd been raised to have strict moral principles. And it wasn't fair of Kurt to ask her to give up her summer job, either. So to hell with him, she concluded. She'd just give up her plans for marriage, that was all.
Monday came, her first day at work. She still felt a little sad about Kurt, but excited about going to work at the Canton Hotel, a huge resort lodge on the edge of the lake where many famous people vacationed. She was only going to be a maid, but she'd still have a chance to see lots of celebrities. That ought to help take her mind off Kurt.
Michelle arrived promptly at nine o'clock and reported to the office of the hotel manager, Ray Benton. She'd expected an older man and she was very surprised to discover an attractive bearded fellow in his late twenties. With a very sexy grin, he invited her to sit down. He eyed her appreciatively from behind his desk.
"Well, Michelle," he said, "is this your first job?"
"Yes, sir," Michelle said politely.
"Oh, let's forget formalities," Benton laughed. "Call me Ray. I'll just tell you a little about your duties, Michelle, and give you your uniform. You're about a size ten? Okay." He chatted on, telling Michelle that she was to clean the rooms, make the beds, bring fresh linens, and assist the guests in whatever way she could.
Then he went to a closet and brought out what Michelle considered a rather skimpy uniform. She'd expected a black dress and white apron, just like in the movies, but Carlton maids apparently wore red hot pants and clinging red t-shirts with the word "Carlton" on the front. Michelle blushed as Benton handed her the flimsy costume.
"There's not much to it, is there?" she said doubtfully.
"Don't worry," Benton replied with a perfectly straight face, "we keep the place well heated. You go ahead and change into that, Michelle-there's a dressing room for maids just next to my office. Then you can get right to work."
Michelle went to the maids' dressing room and quickly changed into her costume. She looked at herself in the full length mirror that was provided. She blushed all the way down to her toes, till she was almost the same color as her outfit. There was almost nothing left to anyone's imagination in that tiny clinging costume.