Misty was beginning to get impatient with married men.
Just when she was having a terrific time, they had to quit on account of their wives. But there weren't any single men at the hotel, so she didn't have much choice when it came to lovers.
That night was a restless one for Misty. No one was staying in the next room, so there was nothing to see through the spy hole. Although she'd made it with two terrific lovers that day, she was horny again, and she had to beat off to get to sleep.
The moment she woke up the next morning, she knew she was ready to lose her virginity.
Somehow she'd made a decision in her sleep. She'd done everything else there was to do, hand jobs and licking and sucking. She wouldn't rest till she'd done the most daring thing of all. She was still a little scared of the idea, but she had to satisfy her curiosity.
Now all she needed was a man willing to take her cherry. She knew it wouldn't be difficult to get volunteers. She grinned to herself as she thought of putting a notice on the hotel bulletin board: "Teenage virgin wants to fuck." There'd be a stampede. But Misty didn't want just anybody.
She wanted a special guy to give her first fuck. He had to be attractive and sexy and experienced. Ted or Ray would have been just right, but it would be tricky catching them alone. She put on her uniform and went to work, hoping to bump into one of her lovers.
She saw both Ted and Ray that day, but they were with their wives. They just sneaked her looks of lust, but they couldn't talk to her. By afternoon, Misty was feeling very horny and frustrated. It seemed she couldn't get anybody to take her cherry.
When she got off work, she decided to go to her room and beat off. Her pussy was on fire, and she just had to get some relief. As she walked down the hall, a very attractive man came out of a room, and Misty stopped and stared at him.
He was a lean six-footer with brown curly hair and a nice mustache. He was also wearing a wedding ring, but that didn't make Misty hesitate. She walked right up to him and flashed him an inviting smile. He looked a little puzzled, but he smiled back.
"Hi," she said, "my name's Misty."
"Hi, Misty," he said. "I'm Vic. And I'm confused. Have we met before?"
"No," she said. "I just like your looks, and I'd like to know you better. Are you doing anything right now?"
"Well, no," Vic said. "My wife is lying down for a nap, and I thought I'd better leave her alone. I was going down for a drink."
"I have a better idea," Misty said. "Come with me."
She knew what she was doing was crazy, but it was what she wanted and needed. She'd just picked up the first attractive guy she ran into, and she was going to take him to her room and get him to fuck her. She'd always liked the direct approach.
When they were inside, Vic laughed uneasily and said, "What's going on, Misty?"
"I'm lonely," she said, "and I'm horny. I want to get it on with you!"
His mouth dropped open. Misty took advantage of his surprise to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. She snaked her slick little tongue into his mouth and wantonly rubbed her mound against his fly. He gave a muffled gasp.
He drew back flushed and wide-eyed and said, "Hey, honey, take it easy. I'm not the guy for you. I'm married."
"Your wife doesn't have to know about this," Misty said soothingly, "and you'd be doing me a real big favor. See, Vic, I'm a virgin, and I'm so tired of it."
Vic groaned.
"Oh, shit," he cried, "of all the lousy luck. I've always wanted to make it with a virgin, but now I can't. I just don't believe in cheating on my wife, honey."
Misty groaned, too. For days she'd been holding out, refusing to go all the way, but now she was ready. And she'd bad the back luck to pick a guy who refused to fuck. It wasn't even funny. But she was determined to change his mind.
"Vic," she said gently, "we don't have to go all the way if you don't believe in it, but could we just neck a little? Your wife will never know, and it would make me feel better."
"Well, I guess there'd be no harm in that," he said.
Of course Misty was lying to him. She fully intended to fuck him before he left her room, but she could see that he needed coaxing. She'd have to trick him into it. Smiling, she began to undress. Vic watched her hungrily. When she was naked, she walked over to him and began taking off his clothes.
"Maybe we shouldn't undress," he said hoarsely.
"It's more fun this way," Misty insisted.
She pulled off his upper garments, then went to her knees and removed his shoes and socks. She unzipped his pants. She grasped his pants and shorts and tugged them off. Still kneeling, she looked squarely at his handsome cock.
She just couldn't resist playing with it. She grasped the base firmly, and Vic groaned and shivered. Her little pink tongue shot out, and he gasped as it contacted the sensitive head of his cock. She lathered his prick with her hot saliva.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. "I shouldn't let you do that, but it feels so great! My wife won't go down on me! She thinks it's dirty!"
Misty let him babble on, not paying much attention to what he was saying. She was too busy enjoying his cock. She licked it all over, then returned to the fat purple head, tickling and lashing it with her juicy little tongue. She felt his cock give a lusty buck and start to swell.
"Oh, terrific!" he groaned. "I didn't mean for that to happen!"
But Misty did. She fully intended to give him a hard-on, to get him so horny that he'd do anything she wanted. She popped the sensitive head of his dick into her mouth and sucked it greedily. Vic shivered and sighed with pleasure.
Hot juice began to drip from his pin hole, onto her tongue. She savored the salty cream and gobbled it. She sucked harder, drawing more delicious cream from his cock. Vic was getting red in the face, and his nostrils were flared.
"Misty, you gotta stop that," he said hoarsely. "I don't want to bee control."
"Okay," Misty chirped. "We'll just neck."
Vic breathed a sigh of relief as she led him over to the bed. But he couldn't have been relieved, because she hadn't really given up. She didn't want to suck him off. That would be wasting a perfectly good cock stand. She just wanted to get him maddeningly horny.
They stretched out on the bed and kissed and felt each other up. Misty wiggled her tongue in his mouth and rubbed her soft bush against his engorged cock. Vic was a terrific kisser. Soon he had her squirming and moaning with desire. Her pussy was soaked with her dripping cuntal juices.
He cupped and molded her nice firm tits, then explored lower, squeezing her ass, petting her small blond bush. He slid a hand between her thighs and touched the wet scorching flesh of her pussy. She creamed all over his fingers.
"God," he said breathlessly, "you really are horny. You say you've never gone all the way before?"
"Vic," she laughed bitterly, "I've never even had a date. I'm way overdue for this."
"You sure as hell are," he said. "Look, I know a way to get you off. That'll be some help."
He eased his middle finger into her cunt and started jerking it in a quick cock-like motion. It felt exciting, and Misty enjoyed it, but she wanted his cock in there, not his finger. If he thought she'd settle for a finger-fuck, he was wrong.
But apparently that was his plan. He hoped to satisfy the horny girl by masturbating her, then get out of her room before he lost control of himself. Misty sensed this, and she planned a counterattack. She grabbed his rock-hard throbbing prick and started pumping it fast and hard.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's it! We'll get each other off this way!"
Like hell we will, Misty thought.
She was getting hot stabs of pleasure from his finger-fucking, and she could easily have come, but she intended to outlast him. She firmed her grip on his big pulsating cock and pumped it even faster. Vic shuddered with excitement.
"Oh, yeah, just a little more!" he groaned. "I'm gonna came any second now!"
"Oh, no, you're not," Misty said, rolling away from him.
She landed on her back, and she quickly bent her knees and spread her legs wide. Vic stared helplessly at her cute pink cunt, taking in the delicate fringe of blond curls and the cream-soaked flesh. Misty let him look awhile before she spoke.
"There's only one way you're gonna get off, Vic," she said, "and you know what it is. Come on, please. I want to lose my cherry."
Vic groaned in deep frustration. He obviously was dying to fuck ha, to take her virginity, but he couldn't forget his marriage vows. His cock was at war with his conscience, and Misty feared his conscience would win. She decided to mate the decision for him.
She lunged at him and pulled him down on top of her. Before he could recover from his surprise, he'd slipped down between her hot silky thighs, and the head of his cock lodged in her tight but juicy cunt mouth. Her twat sucked greedily at his prick.
"Come on, fuck me!" she whimpered. "I want it so bad, Vic! I just have to know what it's like!"
"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "You only live once!"
He slid his hands under her and gripped her writhing ass. Then he started pushing his thick steel-hard cock into her virgin cunt. Misty was surprised at how ready she felt. Her tiny cunt expanded and juiced heavily to take his prick.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, yessss!" she moaned.
She'd only wanted to satisfy her curiosity. She'd expected that her first fuck would hurt like hell. But it wasn't hurting at all. It felt fantastically good and exciting. She creamed furiously as Vic inched his throbbing cock deeper into her.
She didn't even have a cherry to break. Maybe she'd gotten it during her little experiment with the banana. Vic's engorged cock made a very tight fit in her untried twat, but it felt wonderful to her. As he touched bottom, she moaned and clawed his shoulders.
"Finally!" she sighed.
"You like it?" he rasped.
"God, yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Vic, show me what it's like!"
He began doing it to her very slowly and gently, letting her get used to the sensation. But she soon wanted harder action. She jerked her hips hard to let him know, and he speeded up, fucking her deep and fast. She whimpered with excitement.
"Mmmmm, unnnhhh, yesss!" she cried.
She wasn't afraid of fucking now. She was only afraid she'd never get enough of it. She clung to Vic and jerked her hips to his hot horny rhythm, taking his stiff prick as deep as she could get it. She drenched his meat with a steady flood of sizzling cream.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeee!" she babbled.
"Ahhhh, Christ, so fuckin' tight!" Vic groaned. "I love fucking you, baby!"
Misty loved fucking him, too, but she was beyond words by now. All she could do was pant and squeal and moan as he fucked into her faster and faster. She'd been crazy not to try this years ago. She wondered how she'd survived without it.
One thing was for sure – she was hooked on fucking. Her body was taking over, and years of pent-up lust were being satisfied at last. She writhed and jerked to Vic's stiff fucking, and she felt herself spinning helplessly towards a gigantic come.
She tried to hold it off. She wanted to go on fucking till she fainted. She clawed Vic's shoulders, licked his ears and nibbled his neck. Her molten cunt juice gushed down her ass crack to make a huge sticky puddle on the bed. She'd never felt so excited in her life.
"Oooooh, really give it to me now, honey!" she moaned. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"
Vic went into high gear, fucking her so hard that her petite body shuddered with the impact. He was snorting and growling with lust as he hammered his rock-hard cock into her velvety hot cunt. They went at each other like rutting animals, making the bed creak and groan.
Misty felt the huge orgasm exploding out from the depths of her cunt, searing through every nerve in her body. She threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy.
"Ohhhh, shit, fuck, whaathhhhh!" she wailed.
"Awwwww, Jesus, awwwwww!" Vic bawled. Misty sobbed with pleasure as she took her very first load of come. The sizzling juice seemed to make her orgasm even more intense and delicious. She and Vic writhed together for a long wonderful time, gorging themselves on hot sensation.
"Shit, that was fantastic!" Misty moaned. Then she sensed that they weren't alone in the room. She gasped, glanced around, and there was Ted, standing by the bed watching them.