We rested for awhile and then I teased his prick, getting it aroused. When it was stiff enough, I climbed on top of him and let it slide slowly into my moist hole. My breasts were hanging above his face and he took one in each hand. As I took my, time riding his cock, he took his time kissing and sucking on my nipples. He even maneuvered my breasts to where he could put both nipples in his mouth at the same time.
A rippling sensation ran through my body when he did and I began riding his cook at a quicker pace.
“Are you ready to come?” I asked, in a gasping voice.
“No, not yet.”
I reached behind me and took his balls in my hand. Playing with them soon put him on the brink. He squeezed my breasts and bit into the nipples, just as he unleashed his load. When I felt the juice hit my insides, I shot my wad. I sat down on him heavily, feeling his prick go in as far as it possibly could, as my juice flowed down over his rod.
He was young, but he recovered quickly. I was surprised that his recuperating powers were so rapid. After only a few minutes rest, his prick again rose to the occasion. This time, I had him fuck me dog-fashion.
“Billy, pull your penis out until only the head is inside. Then push forward, not too fast or too hard, until our bodies are together. Keep doing it that way until you’re ready to come.”
The boy’s instinct was working, because as he was fucking me as I had directed, he played with my anus, moving his finger in and out, and rotating it inside me. As he would push his prick home, I would move back to where our bodies were as close as possible and to where his meathook could plow in as deeply as its length would allow.
His playing with my asshole caused me to come before he did. As I unloaded, I pushed against him as hard as I could, and he quit pumping until I was finished. When I quit pushing, he began pounding hard and deep, each time causing me to brace myself to keep from falling forward. He was on the verge of coming and I knew it would be only a matter of time. He finally rammed home, and his fluid painted the inside of my joy box. I squeezed his balls to get the last drop from his container.
When he had finished, he pulled his limp prick from my hole and rolled onto the bed, on his back. He was breathing heavily.
“Miss Logan,” he said, panting. “I never imagined it would be like this. I was scared to death to talk to you today, but now, I’m sure glad I did.”
That was quite a compliment coming from a fifteen-year old boy. I had had bigger cocks rammed into me, but had enjoyed few of them more than my experience with this young boy.
Before Billy left my apartment, we had oral sex again, and this time he made me come three times in succession before I finally, and reluctantly, pulled him away.
I have not seen Billy since that day, but I can imagine any of the schoolgirls he conquers now will never forget him. Someday, maybe, we will meet again. I would be interested in discovering what other experiences teach him through the years.
CHAPTER SIX
Although the Barton Hotel was fairly small, as hotels go, and somewhat off the beaten path, we did manage to book a convention or two each year. These were usually the smaller ones, or the overflow when other, larger hotels were full.
One convention in particular I will never forget.
The convention was for salesmen from a plastics firm, numbering not more than seventy or eighty people, and few of the men had brought their wives. We had done our best to make them comfortable and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.
It was a four-day convention and the third night, when I was finally relieved at the desk, I trodded wearily to the elevator. Four conventioneers were ahead of me and entered the elevator first. Each one, apparently with a snort or two under his belt, gave me a good going over and lustfully grinned at the other.
When I got off on the floor where my apartment was located, they also got off.
“Say, little lady, how about coming into my room for a drink?” One of them was brave and pushed forward to make the first approach.
“Thanks, but I'll pass tonight. I'm awfully tired. It’s been a full day.”
“Then a drink is just what you need,” another one spoke up.
“No, really, I…"
The man who had initiated the offer had already opened the door to his room and was beckoning me inside.
“We won’t hurt you, just want a little female companionship, and you’re about the most beautiful female we’ve seen since arriving in this town.”
I wasn’t worried about getting hurt. I was tired, and if they did make any advances, which I felt certain was their intent. I didn’t know if I could handle them, especially all four of them. But despite my tiredness, I hadn’t had a screw of any kind in two weeks, and was about ready for some bed robbing.
"Well, all right, but just for one drink.”
It was about nine o’clock when the five of us entered the room. We had several drinks and the more the whiskey flowed, the braver they became. Around ten o’clock, they started telling dirty jokes and when they saw I wasn’t blushing, they became bolder. I was pretty tipsy by this time and the jokes, especially the rawer ones, sent little shivers through my body.
One of the men got up and turned the radio on then, making a half-bending gesture, he asked if I would dance with him.
“Gladly, kind sir,” I replied, as I put my drink on a nearby table and wobbled into his arms.
Neither of us was in very good shape for dancing, but we tried, and when we started twirling, we fell onto the bed, laughing drunkenly. I felt his hand on my crotch, but didn’t push it away. This encouraged him to further exploration, and he slowly moved his hand under my skirt, up my thighs, until he reached his destination. Cupping his hand between my legs, he slowly massaged my mound. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, running my tongue over my lips.
The radio was still playing, but other than that, there was silence. I opened my eyes and saw the other three men standing there, lust on their faces, drooling as their fellow salesman worked me over.
The four of them undressed and I could see they were all ready for a fucking.
Their pricks stuck straight out, and the large veins were throbbing. My eyes were bleary, but even under these conditions I could see that they varied in size and shape. None of them were exceptionally large, but right then, I could have cared less.
“You’re all undressed,” I slurred, “but I’m still fully clothed. That’s not fair.”
The one who had been on the bed with me took my hands and pulled me up. Each of them took turns taking off a piece of my clothing. One took off the blouse, the other my bra, then my skirt, and last, but not least, my panties. When this was done, they took their time and looked me over from head to foot. The joy in looking, I guess, is almost as good as the joy in taking.
“What a build,” one of them whispered.
“Ain’t she something to look at!”
“Lady, if you’re only half as good in bed as you look, you’re a real tiger.”
“Only one way to find out, fellow, only one way to find out.” Now I was getting braver, and more anxious to get on with it. I had never taken on four men in one night. In fact, until Ray and Bill, I had never taken on two. Now, I was breathing heavier, anxious for the experiment to begin. I didn’t know if I could last, but I’d certainly give it one hell of a try. I lowered myself to the bed and laid back. I was ready anytime they were.
I heard some mumbling and I guess they must have decided who would go first, because when I glanced up they were in a sort of line, each waiting his turn.
The first man climbed on and put his pole in my joy box. I spread my legs to make it easer for him and he slid in on the first try. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. As he pumped, I moved my hips to meet his every thrust. It felt good, and I even enjoyed looking at the men watching us, their faces revealing their eagerness for the opportunity to penetrate my hot box. I was beginning to believe some of them wouldn’t be able to hold back and would end up jacking off.