Norma Egan - The curious maid

He lay on his back, and he maneuvered Michelle so that she straddled his head and knelt over his face. She didn't like to be exposed that way, her whole naked pussy just inches from his eyes-but again she had no choice. She could feel his hot moist breath on her slit.

"Let's see that pussy," he muttered. "Get your legs a little farther apart, doll."

Michelle obeyed, blushing hotly. He could see everything now, from her asshole to her clit. She'd never been so embarrassed in her life. She felt him prying open the fat furry lips of her mons, uncovering the tiny red bump of her clit. His

breath fanned her pussy. It felt nice, but she didn't want to admit it. She didn't like this gorilla, didn't want him to know he could give her pleasure.

"Bet you like having your pussy eaten," he said.

Michelle didn't reply, hoping to discourage him, but the next thing she knew was a dizzying, blinding blast of pleasure as Carlo pressed his mouth to her clit and began to suck the moist little button. It felt so great she just couldn't stop the cry of pleasure that rose to her lips.

"Eeeeeeee," Michelle squealed.

Carlo gave a muffled chuckle and went on sucking her clit. She dug her fingers into his broad hard shoulders and threw back her head in ecstasy. Damn it, she just couldn't help liking it. She didn't see how any woman could resist pleasure like that, the incomparable pleasure of having her clit sucked. Her pussy juice began to gush out, wetting his face.

"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, "ahhhh, yes, yess a" Just when she felt on the very verge of coming, he lifted his lips from her erect wet bud and nuzzled lower into her crotch. She felt his thick rough tongue tickling between the plump pink lips of her cunt, rimming the moist mouth of her twat, and then plunging right into her body. She screamed with pleasure as she felt the slick long tgue wriggling into her greedy twat.

"Oooooo," Michelle moaned, "yeah, yeah, eat me! Oh, God, that's good!"

She felt ashamed of her wanton talk and the way she was creaming hotly all around his wiggling tongue, but she just couldn't help it, it felt so great. She gave piercing cries of pleasure as Carlo

tongued her cunt-and then suddenly the connecting door opened and Nadine walked into the room. She was fully dressed. She stopped and stared at Michelle and Carlo.

"Well," she said coldly, "I see you don't need ME any more."

Carlo paused in his loud pussy-eating only briefly. "That's right, baby," he said. "Split."

"I certainly will," Nadine snapped. She stalked to the hall door and slammed it as she left.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry," said Michelle. "I didn't mean to cause trouble between you and your lady friend."

"Oh, forget her," said Carlo. "She walks out on me at least once a day. She'll be back when she cools off. Now I want you to slide down a little."

Michelle was still thinking about Nadine, and she absently let Carlo move her around like he wanted her. The next thing she knew, she was on her hands and knees and he was crawling up behind her, rubbing his long bard cock against her soaked pussy.

"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.

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."