Norma Egan - The curious maid

He approached her, speaking softly, trying to soothe her, but as he got within reach, he grabbed the big black-haired girl and pushed her toward the bed. Nadine fell with her hands on the bed, her feet still on the floor. Michelle saw her bright red gash with its thick fringe of black curls. Nadine's pussy was swollen and wet, as if somehow fighting with Carlo turned her on.

Carlo rushed up behind the bending woman, seized her around the waist, and began thrusting his cock between her thighs, trying to fuck her dog-style. Nadine gasped and struggled, but the only result was that she fell face down on the bed, Carlo in place on her back. He kept jabbing his rigid prick between her legs.

"Let me go," she howled. "Damn you, I didn't say I wanted to ball."

"Too bad," he lghed. "I do."

Michelle had a good view of the whole thing. She could see Carlo's fat pale prick with its knobby purple head banging away against Nadine's wide red slit, seeking entrance to her cunt. Michelle saw it when Carlo finally hit the target, his thick meat disappearing up the shadowy hole at the center of Nadine's crotch. Michelle creamed heavily as she watched.

"Oooooo," Nadine wailed. "No, no, don't

fuck me. Take it out!"

By now Michelle understood that Nadine's protests were just a game, a way of turning on both Carlo and herself. She screamed for him to stop, to take his cock out of her, but all the time she was panting and moaning with pleasure and a steady river of juice was pouring from her cunt. Carlo was laughing and fucking her like crazy, slamming his prick hard and fast in her little wet twat.

"Don't lie to me, bitch," he chuckled. "You love to ball, and you know it."

Michelle was so excited watching Carlo and Nadine that she rubbed her aroused stiff clit even faster and suddenly, to her astonishment, she was coming. She just barely managed to stifle the shrill cry of pleasure that rose in her throat. Her cunt and clit seemed to burst and flame with fulfillment, and hot cream spewed all over her stroking finger.

After a few delicious moments of writhing and coming, Michelle drew her hand out of her pants and grinned sheepishly. So she'd finally masturbated and made herself come. It was every bit as wicked as she'd imagined and every bit as fun. She knew her folks would be horrified if they found out. And she knew she'd do it again.

Meanwhile Carlo was fucking Nadine like a pile driver, slamming his rock-hard meat furiously in her flooded steamy cunt. They were both howling loudly, and the bedsprings were creaking. Michelle thought it was a good thing the rooms were soundproofed.

She also knew it was a good time for her to get out of there. She wanted very much to watch Carlo

and Nadine when they came, but that would be risking discovery. Better to sneak out now while their attention was wholly absorbed in their wild love-making. Reluctantly she crawled out from under the bed, quietly opened the hall door, and wheeled out her cleaning cart.

"Ahhhhhh," Nadine wailed, "you bastard, you're making me come."

Michelle grinned and shook her head wonderingly as she closed the door. There certainly were a lot of wild ways to make love. She was seriously tempted to try some of them herself. Maybe it was foolish to wait for marriage, as Kurt kept arguing. Maybe she should just phone him, make up, and let him ball her.

The next day Michelle took her cleaning cart to the top floor and then immediately ordered the Bloody Marys which Jay Sommers had requested on a regular basis. Her heart pounded as she carried the tray to his room. She'd already had a huge crush on the handsome movie star, but since yesterday, when he kissed her, she'd had a big letch

for him, too.

Half the night she'd tossed in her bed and fantasized about getting it on with Jay Sommers. It wasn't hard to imagine his actions, because she'd already watched him fucking Kristi. All she had to do was imagine herself in Kristi's place. She got so aroused doing that, she just had to rub her cunt and bring herself off.

Michelle realized that her world had changed radically in just a few days. She'd been an inhibited and highly moral virgin, and now-well, she was still a virgin, but she was rapidly changing her mind about sex and morals. She'd watched people fucking. She'd let her boyfriend frig her to climax, and she'd played with herself. All these were giant steps forward for Michelle. But now she was considering an even bigger step-losing her cherry.

The person she wanted to lose it with was Jay Sommers. It seemed like a crazy idea, something only a silly schoolgirl would think of, but on the other hand Michelle had an idea that it really wouldn't take much to get Jay Sommers into bed. He 'seemed interested in her, and all she had to do was return that interest, she hoped. At least she could give it a try.

Imagine having your very first fuck with Jay Sommers. It was just too much. Michelle could barely contain her excitement as she pressed the buzzer outside, Jay's suite. She prayed Kristi Jones wouldn't be there. Michelle wanted a chance to let Jay know how much she wanted, him. Then perhaps they could arrange to meet away from the hotel, where Kristi wouldn't find them.

"Oh, hi," said a sleepy Kristi, opening the door. "Come on in. Just set the drinks by the bed. Jay isn't back yet"

Michelle's heart fell. Of all the mornings to be too early. Jay was still down at the pool, so now she wouldn't even get her tip. Kristi forgot all about it as she staggered off to the bathroom in her rumpled nightie. She closed the door, and then Michelle heard the shower running.

"Shit," Michelle muttered as she set down the tray of drinks.

She didn't swear very often, but she figured she had just cause today. She'd started off so excited, having finally made up her mind to lose her virginity and even knowing who she wanted to take it-but now all her plans bad come to nothing. She heaved a big wistful sigh, turned, and started for the door.

Just at that moment the door opened and Jay Sommers strode in. He'd just come out of the pool, and his already skimpy trunks clung skin-tight, outlining the big soft lump of his cock and balls. He saw Michelle and grinned. She smiled back, a little nervously, and opened her mouth to speak-then realized that she didn't know what to say.

My God, what could she say? Please, mister, will you ball me? It was so embarrassing.

"Good morning, Michelle," said Jay. "Did Miss Jones give you your tip?"

"No, sir," said Michelle. "She was sleepy, and she forgot I think I came too early."

"No, no, that's okay," Jay said, giving her a light pat on the ass as he brushed by her. "Here, I'll get

your money."

He fished a bill out of his pants and handed it to her. Again she wanted to say something, to prolong the moment with him, but she didn't know what to say. Jay saved her the trouble. With one of his famous sexy grins, he walked up to her, slipped his arms around her, and kissed her.

"Ummmmm," Michelle murmured dizzily.

It just excited the hell out of her to be kissed by Jay Sommers, but he also seemed to be moving her over toward the bed as he kissed her. Maybe he'd just go ahead and fuck her, and she wouldn't have to say anything at all. Michelle's heart pounded. Now that it was about to happen, she started to get scared. It was sure to hurt when that big hard cock went into her.

"You're a very pretty girl, Michelle," Jay was saying, as he eased her down onto the bed. "You might just have a chance in Hollywood. Of course it depends a lot on your figure."

Then, without even asking her permission, he pushed her tight t-shirt up over her naked tits. Michelle blushed hotly. He was only the second man ever to see her breasts. Jay studied the large round globes with their erect and dainty pink nipples, and he nodded with approval.