Room Service

Her breasts bore the hottest semi-erect and finely sculptured golden brown nipples and even at a few feet away, her beautiful slit glistened. I pulled her to me and kissed her and with that kiss I know I touched her emotionally. I lowered her to the bed, raised her arms above her head and drew down strongly on her right nipple. I felt her nerve endings complete that split-second journey from breast to pussy and as she moaned quietly I kissed her neck just beneath the hairline and gently rubbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her small hand separated the lower folds of my robe and I felt the coolest of little fingers take a hold of my erection. My turn to gasp!

For a while we just maintained that wonderful position, me kissing her breasts, her lips, her pretty ears, while she applied her own magic to my shaft. I could have allowed myself the luxury of orgasm, but this wasn't the time, not by a long shot.

"I love the way you kiss me," she whispered, as I looked down at her delicate shoulders, remarkably curvy waist, slim hips tapering to as perfect a little triangle of invitation as God has managed thus far. Foregoing the pleasure temporarily that her hand had been affording me, I spread her legs, positioned myself between them and kissed her just above that triangle. She momentarily shook and made a couple of little-girl noises....these however paled into insignificance compared to her reaction when I kissed her pussy. Wriggling, her hands automatically retracted to her vaginal area. Spreading her more, I caught a momentary flash of pinkish temptation. I licked her the entire length of her slit and she just shook and held on to me. Isolating the hood of her clitoris I continued to lick her with increasing pressure and depth until she just couldn't keep still and was moaning in extremis. 

Slobbering over a girl's pussy is one thing. Gentle and passionate devotion to your craft is another. My own enjoyment of this moment was inextricably tied to Susie's pleasure – the two things have always gone hand in hand. I felt her whole body cross the line from pleasure to urgency and I began to not only lick her in earnest but to nuzzle her and to hold her hand. More passes from hand to hand than you might realise, it is the sexual earthwire. She was gasping and right on the edge now, eyes closed and needing but one more lick to let go and be taken where she wanted to be led. I held off....but barely a moment, just long enough for her to gain that last impetus. I then licked her the length of her beautiful pussy and at the same time pushed two fingers deep inside her. 

She didn't scream as such, but she cried out as she was gripped by one almighty orgasm. She just clung to me as it washed over her. It washed over my fingers as well.....that girl knew how to come, let me tell you. As are most girls affected.....seconds after a really fulfilling orgasm, the pussy and nipples become so sensitive they can barely stand to be touched. If one is so inclined to be forceful, the fresh stimulus frequently prolongs the orgasm but it is often just to much of an emotional overload. That night I just lay beside her and held her. So intent had I been on getting her over the line, my own erection had subsided, not that this was any problem in the longer term you understand.

The glow a girl has after orgasm is a beautiful thing to witness. Seeing the effect of what you have wrought is most satisfying and I don't mean that in any condescending or boastful way. The nearest analogy I can think to make is that there is more pleasure I believe, in giving a present than receiving one.

Enough of the sermonising. Now lets get real....hot as all that was at that moment, that left me wanting to fuck her every which way loose. Her pleasure became my desperation. To her credit, Susie recovered pretty quickly and whether selflessly dedicated to getting me up there on the highway to happiness too, or she just plain wanted dessert, she got herself up on all fours center bed.....I didn't need an instruction manual.

Might have been a coincidental case of good timing, but just as I moved behind her hot little bum our friends on the small screen were now joined by a fourth and quite pretty girl. Watching them undress her, and the older girl beginning to fondle and suck her breasts was highly arousing having Susie there. I rather think it was giving her thermostat a work-out too. I heard her say "Gosh" as we both watched one of the men pushed her back against the bed-head and force his cock in her. With Susie's bottom clearly set to maximum elevation, I just pulled out my newly come-by erection and pushed hard into her. 

She let out a distinctly plaintive "Ohhhhh" which only made me hotter. The girl on screen might have been getting banged but Susie was getting fucked six ways from Sunday. Leaning into her I reached under and began rubbing her breasts – not that gently either – this was "Fast Times at Ridgemont High." She was breathing as heavily as me and simply a female "on heat" now. This was no time for a cultural learning curve, I simply had to fill that hot little pussy. Gripping her bottom, I remember asking her insanely if she liked me fucking her like that. 

Her reply of "fuck me harder" certainly had the desired effect. Just HAVING such a beautiful young girl in that position was heaven before you die and to hell with the porn flick, I don't think even she was watching it either. I followed her instruction to a "t" and was just pumping into her way out of control – just how she wanted it. There is that moment, just nano-seconds before the end, that you can feel the full submissive aspect of the female, her readiness to accept what you are about to give her and something else quite intangible. I'm not sure whether it is love, male domination, some procreative "completion" or just plain lust, but at that second of ejaculation and feeling your seed fill her, something that existed in pre-history comes to the surface momentarily. You clutch her to you and all that drives you is a blind desire to impregnate her. Then, like the memories of babyhood, it all recedes back to that secret place and you are left with the knowledge that you have simply completed that which you had to do.

All I was thinking right then, was what just took place in that room, would have been a bargain at fifteen thousand dollars. Another man might have just thought "great fuck," and rung down for a cold beer and a sandwich. 

Susie was expended and trembling. Her lovely dark brown hair was damp at the edges and beads of sweat had broken out on her hips and shoulders. My legs felt like they had just taken gold in the 100 metre hurdles at Athens. I held her close, kissed her lips and thanked her for what was an immeasurably fulfilling experience. I asked her if she would like to take a shower. She nodded and sliding off the coverlet walked, not all that steadily, to the bathroom. That in itself was a vision of arousal, believe me. 

I heard the water running seconds later and was counting the minutes till I could luxuriate myself beneath the recuperative cascade. Lost in happy contemplation of the previous half hour or so, I wasn't expecting a young female voice to call out "Would you like to come in with me?" I would have gotten in there somehow paralysed from the ear-lobes down. If there is one word best describes Susie naked inside that shower cubicle I think its "Yummy!" There is nothing sexier than a girl in wet hair. Unclothed additionally, not to mention being a schoolgirl is just icing on the cake and God I love iced cakes! Somewhat shy at having less than a luxuriant thatch of dark hair left, not that I was bald by a long stretch of the imagination, merely receding a little on top. (these days the tide IS on the way out), it didn't seem to bother her at all. Mind you, I doubt Sean Connery has to bail-up decrepit old whores in the backstreets of So-Ho or Greenwich Village when he's feeling a tad uppity. 

I think the soles of her pretty feet were the only things I didn't get to soap-up. She loved having her breasts washed...almost as much as being pushed up against the glass and having them sucked. I soaped-up her cute little bottom multiple times and had her suck me stupid kneeling on the floor of the shower while I watched the water run down her face and breasts in fascinating rivulets. She was so lovely! 

Impossible to pass up the opportunity and I didn't. Holding her up beneath her bottom and was she light? I fucked her hard up against the tiles, kissing her on the lips and telling her how hot she was making me. If only because I was lower on fuel now, I came marginally less but that was compensated for by the orgasm itself...every bit as intense as the previous one. She experienced her third at the same moment. The night was already way ahead of taking out the top prize in WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONNAIRE. 

It was around 9pm at this stage. Emerging from the shower we both put on bath robes. I had her put her panties back on, just so's I could take them off again later that night....hopefully when she was asleep. I'm a wicked man! I called down for a nightcap and a few sandwiches. Some twenty minutes later, a knock at the door.

The tray was brought in by a shy-ish quite good-looking young guy. Susie's eyes betrayed her thinking. I leant across and whispered to her "Let's have some fun!" She was lying on her tummy on the bed, I was seated on the edge.

"Thanks," I said, "Could you just put it down there by the TV please." He glanced at Susie and walked over and handed me the chit to sign. I did so and passed it back....he was still looking across at Susie.

"Oh, by the way," I added, lowering my voice and indicating he should come closer, which he did. "Look, we have a bit of a sensitive situation here. My daughter feels like her period is going to start maybe tonight," I glanced across at her... "Do you guys keep any pads on hand for emergencies like this?" I've seen lottery winners look less stunned!

"Um, No sir," he replied, flushed a deepening shade of red. "Not that I know of anyway. There IS an all-night chemist not far from here though. Would you like me to get the address?"

"Well to be honest," I said to him. "I've just taken medication and I'm supposed not to walk about for an hour or so. Susie is only 14...I can hardly ask her to go can I? and anyway an under-age schoolgirl walking round a city alone late at night? I don't think so."

He looked trapped.

"Tell you what," I said, "If I give you an extra fifty, would you go and get something for her? I would be most grateful......and so would Susie."

"Well," he stammered, "Look, I'm off-duty in an hour, what if I go then?" 

I handed over the money, plus the fifty. "No wings," I called out to him.

At around 10.45 a very soft knock at the door. It was Matt, champion of menstrual maidens in distress.

"I managed to get these," he said breathlessly, dropping a packet into my hand. I opened it.

"Tampons????" I feigned shock-horror. "She's never used Tampons. Only pads." He looked dismayed if not distraught.

"It's all they had!" he stammered.

I let him stew for a moment, then said, "Listen don't stand out there in the hallway, come in for a moment." He stepped into the room. Susie was reclining on the bed in her robe looking pretty as all hell.

I had him come over to the far table. "Look Matt, what's she going to do with these? I whispered to him. "She has no idea how to use them."

"But they're simple to put in," he replied. "My little sis uses them all the time."

I looked at him. "Does she now?" I said, "Then maybe you could show Susie?"

"WHAT?" he said, looking aghast. "You want me to show your daughter?"

"Well I can't can I?" I told him, "I'm her dad. Besides I have no idea what you do with the fucking things. You could take them with a hot glass of milk for all I know. "

He looked like he was on death row. "Are you serious? You want me to put it IN for her?"

"I trust you son," I said, "Just remember she's just fourteen and pretty small down there if you know what I mean. Let me just explain it all to her, hold on a sec."

Giving him no time to answer, I walked across to Susie and apologised for my restricted knowledge of feminine hygiene, adding that Matt was going to show her how to use one of these things properly."

Turning to Matt I said, "She's all yours son." I switched on a recent movie and sat down, my back to them. I heard him walk over to the bed. Some soft chatting and not a little giggling elapsed, then he was back at my chair.

"Er, your daughter has panties on."

I turned and looked up at him. "Yeah you find that a lot, girls do tend to wear panties. What's the problem?"

"Well," he stuttered, "How do I show her just how to put one in with them on?"

"Well you have two choices by the sound of it son. Either you take them off or she takes them off.......does it really matter?"

"I ccc....couldn't do that," he stammered, the very image of rampant chivalry.

I got up, walked over to Susie, pulled her lower robe aside, grabbed her knickers by the waist-band and tugged them down to her ankles. "Problem solved," I said... "think you can get them off the rest of the way?"