Hot Sheets (9 page)

Feasting his
eyes on the girl's naked thighs as she walked over to the bed, Mike
pictured her youthful sex slit, imagining running his tongue up her
moist valley, tasting her creamy maiden juice, stiffening her
clitoris. Her breasts would be hard, firm in her tender years, he
deliberated - her nipples erect, sensitive. This was an opportunity
that he couldn't miss! But how to get inside her straining bra, her
damp knickers - her beautiful cunt?

Smiling as she
sat on the edge of the bed, her skirt riding up her shapely,
milk-white thighs, Mike imagined her reclining, her knickers round
her ankles, her skirt up over her stomach, her slender fingers
parting her swollen vaginal lips. His penis solid, threatening to
burst his zip, he cleared his throat, desperate to get inside her
tight, hot, wet pussy sheath.

"Er... you
shouldn't be down here," he said shakily, his hands trembling, his
heart racing wildly.

"Oh, I'll go
if..."

"No, no it's
all right. Aren't you too old to play hide and seek?"

"Yes, I
suppose so, but there's nothing else to do."

"How old are
you?"

"Eighteen.
We're going round the country visiting museums - shit, has it been
boring!"

"What would
you prefer to do?"

"Get drunk!"
the girl giggled impishly, her slender fingers toying with her long
blonde hair. "You haven't got any booze down here, have you?"

"Well, I might
have, but..."

"What's all
that stuff in room sixty-nine?"

"Room
sixty-nine? Er... you shouldn't have gone up there!"

"It's for sex,
isn't it?" the angel grinned salaciously, reclining on the bed.

"Er...
no!"

"Do you like
sex?"

"Of course I
do!" Mike chuckled, eyeing the slight swell of her stomach as her
blouse parted company with her navy-blue skirt. "How about
you?"

"I've never
actually done it... well, I've experimented. Why don't you teach
me?"

Please don't let this be a dream!
"Er... teach you?"

"Yes, teach me
all there is to know about sex."

Lifting her
skirt over her stomach, the latent Lolita lifted her buttocks clear
of the bed and placed her thumbs between the elastic of her bulging
navy-blue knickers and her shapely hips. Tugging the garment down
to her knees, revealing her downy mons, her pouting vaginal lips,
her sex slit, she raised her feet above her body and pulled her
knickers off her feet. Gazing appreciatively at her cunny lips
ballooning beneath her sex mound, Mike gasped as she lowered her
legs, placing her feet on the floor and parting her thighs.

"Do you like
my pussy?" she asked brazenly, licking her red lips, her slender
fingers stroking her swollen sex hillocks.

"Christ, yes!"
he breathed, dropping to his knees and settling between her legs.
Her taut buttocks positioned over the edge of the bed, her girl
slit open, he kissed her inner thighs, breathing in the heady scent
of her virginal sex valley.

"You can lick
me, if you want to," she whispered, parting her outer cunny lips,
exposing her glistening pink flesh, her erect clitoris. "Lick my
pussy. Lick my cunt."

Sweeping his
tongue up her sweet sex valley, Mike savoured her opaque vaginal
fluid, lapping up her decanting lust juices as she gasped and
writhed on the bed. Spreadeagling her thighs, he drove his tongue
into the heat of her virginal cunt, his knob swollen, yearning to
pierce her innocence and drive deep into her tight sex. Moving up
her girl crack to her exposed clitoris, he sucked the small sex
button into his mouth, snaking his tongue round the erectile
protrusion.

"Oh, oh!" she
gasped as he repeatedly flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip
of her solid bud, taking the whimpering girl closer to her orgasm.
"Do it faster! Suck it, lick it!" she wailed, her slender fingers
peeling her outer cunny lips further apart, presenting the entire
length of her pulsating clitoris to his caressing tongue. "Oh, I'm
going to... I'm going to come!"

Arching her
back as her climax erupted within her throbbing pleasure nodule,
she cried out, her wails of female pleasure echoing around the
room, her juices flowing in torrents from her inner nectaries.
Thrusting two fingers into her neglected cunt, Mike sucked harder
on her throbbing cherry, flicking his tongue over the ever
burgeoning bud, sustaining her shuddering orgasm.

Writhing, her
limbs thrashing in ecstasy as she attained the most intense orgasm
of her life, she screamed her pleasure, begging for Mike to fuck
her. "Your cock!" she gasped unashamedly. "Put your cock up my cunt
and fuck me!" Hurriedly unzipping his trousers, Mike whipped his
solid weapon out and moved forward on his knees, presenting his
inflated knob to the girl's drenched sex portal. "Put it in me!"
she cried, opening her legs as wide as she could and sliding her
buttocks further over the edge of the bed. "Put it in my cunt and
fuck me!"

Watching his
knob drive slowly into her hot sex duct, Mike gasped. She was
tighter than anyone he'd ever fucked! he reflected, gazing at his
shaft as inch by inch slipped into her trembling body. Looking up
at her angelic face as he completely impaled her on his
granite-hard cock, he grinned. Her mouth open, gasping, her eyes
closed as she tossed her head from side to side, the pretty
fledgling had found womanhood.

"This is
better than traipsing round museums, isn't it?" he whispered, his
heavy balls pressing against her warm, rounded buttocks.

"Oh, yes, yes!
Ah, my... my cunt! Fuck me now! Please, fuck me!"

"Like this?"
Mike grinned, sliding his girl-wet penis out of her hot vagina
until her pinken sex lips lovingly embraced his knob. Driving his
tool deep into her cunt, he withdrew again. "Like this?" he
repeated, again propelling his glans into her quivering temple.

"Yes, yes like
that!"

Unable to hold
back as he gazed at her taut cunt lips stretched around his
pistoning shaft, he gasped as his spunk coursed up his cock,
jetting from his throbbing glans, splattering the girl's cervix,
lubricating her tight cylinder. Tears streaming down her face as
her own climax gripped her convulsing body, she screamed, wailing
her appreciation for Mike's huge cock as he repeatedly withdrew and
thrust into her gripping pussy.

"I can feel
your sperm!" she cried, lifting her head and focusing on his wet
penis. "I can feel... oh, oh!" Flopping back onto the bed, her
fingernails digging into the quilt, she arched her back as her
orgasm peaked again, taking her to frightening heights of sexual
ecstasy.

"Kirsty!
Kirsty, where are you, girl?" Slipping his spent cock out of the
girl's sperm-drenched cunt as Miss Knickerlace's bellows grew
closer, Mike quickly concealed his glistening member within his
trousers and leaped to his feet. Trembling in the wake of her
earth-shuddering climax, the semiconscious girl was oblivious to
the woman's cries, to Mike's warnings.

"Quickly, get
under the bed!" Mike whispered urgently, dragging her trembling
body upright. "The old bat's coming, get under the bed!" The
delirious girl lying on the floor, Mike rolled her under the bed
and pulled the quilt down to conceal her abused body. "For God's
sake, keep quiet!"

"I've lost one
of my girls!" Miss Knickerlace growled as she burst into the room,
the door hitting the wall with a loud thud.

"Er... lost
one?" Mike grinned, his face flushing. "What do you mean?"

"Kirsty, she's
disappeared. Have you seen her?"

"No, I'm
afraid not. Perhaps she went out for a walk. I hear you weren't
feeling too well, are you all right now?" he asked, discreetly
kicking the girl's moist navy-blue knickers beneath the bed.

"I still feel
a little queasy. I think it must have been the steak and ale
pie."

"Oh, I'm sure
it wasn't! No one else felt ill, did they?"

"No, I don't
think so. She is a bad girl, she really is!" the woman complained
bitterly. "I'm going to search every inch of this hotel until I
find her! She knows she's not allowed out of the building alone! If
she's gone out, I'll..."

"She'll turn
up, Miss Knickerlace," Mike reassured her.

"Yes, she
will, and when she does, she'll be for the high jump! Right, I'll
start by searching this room!"

The end is
nigh, Mike surmised, gazing blankly at the grouchy old woman. If
she searched the room and discovered the knickerless girl with
spunk oozing from her cunt, there'd be hell to pay - prison, even!
Life stinks, he reflected - life fucking stinks!

"What happened
to you last night, mate?" Trudie asked as Mike approached the
reception desk the following morning.

"I had to stay
in hiding downstairs. That Knickerlace woman was searching for one
of her girls and..."

"Oh, no! You
didn't..."

"Bloody right
I did! Hell's bells, she was tight! As tight as the Virgin Mary, I
reckon - tighter, even."

"Mike, if
you'd been caught with your trousers down..."

"Or with the
girl's wet knickers down!"

"It's not
funny!"

"It's all
right, the old witch didn't discover what I'd been up to - I hid
the sex-crazed little beauty under my bed. Christ, I just love
fresh pussies!"

"So do I! Oh,
I mean... what happened to the girl?"

"When the old
bat had gone, I dragged her out and sent her upstairs - well fucked
and spunked! I thought it best that I stay locked below deck for
the rest of the evening. By the way, what was that loud bang
earlier?"

"Er...
nothing."

"It woke me
up, I thought it was a bloody earthquake! It wasn't one of your
earth-shuddering orgasms, was it?"

"No, of course
it wasn't."

"Oh, that's
odd - perhaps I was dreaming."

"You must have
been because I didn't hear anything."

"Where did the
girls sleep?"

"I don't know,
Paul sorted them out."

"I'll bet he
did!"

"They've gone,
you'll be pleased to hear. The woman left the address of the
school, it's in the diary."

"Thank God for
that. It's a shame they didn't leave any dirty knickers for me to
sniff!"

"Is that all
you ever think about?"

"Yes, of
course. Right, it's now eight o'clock so let's get this hotel into
gear. How were the bar takings last night?"

"Pretty good,
mate. We could have done with your help, Mike, it was really busy.
I did the till and put the money in the safe."

"Excellent! I
feel it's going to be a good day, Trudie. You know how you get that
exhilarating feeling that everything's going to go your way? It's
going to be a brilliant day! I can feel it in my bollocks, can't
you?"

"I haven't got
any bollocks."

"Well, in your
ovaries, then."

"The only
thing I can feel is my cunt, and it's dripping wet!"

"I'll lick it
clean for you later. Dare I ask how the breakfasts are going?"

"That's a grey
area."

"I'd better
not ask, then."

"Er... no,
you'd better not!"

"Come on, tell
me what's happened."

"I don't think
you'll be able to take it."

"Christ, I'm
used to disasters!"

"Well, a minor
incident in the kitchen, as you'd inappropriately put it."

"Go on!" Mike
sighed.

"Well, you
know you needed a new cooker..."

"Yes."

"Er... you'll
have to buy one today."

"Why?"

"It was only a
small explosion."

"Holy nipples!
A brilliant day, my arse!"

"There's no
real damage. Well, not much, anyway."

Dashing across the foyer, Mike burst into the kitchen to
discover Dave dragging the charred and buckled cooker through the
back door into the yard. Holding his head, he cast his eyes round
the room at the pots and pans strewn across the floor, the
smoke-blackened ceiling.
I'll give him
life's like his cock! I'll chew his balls off!

"Oh, hi,
Mike!" Dave grinned bashfully as he entered the kitchen, wiping his
greasy hands on a clean tea towel. "You'll never guess what
happened."

"Your scrotum
blew up?"

"No."

"You've done
the breakfasts, successfully, for a change?"

"Well, not
exactly."

"What,
then?"

"It's a funny
thing, really strange - the cooker exploded."

"Exploded?"

"Bang! Just
like that."

"All by
itself?"

"Well,
yes."

"Where were
you at the time?"

"Luckily, I
was in the dining room. I could have had my bollocks blown
off!"

"OK, I want
the truth, or I'll stuff a hand grenade down your trousers and blow
your bollocks and cock clean off!"

"I'd lit the
grill and... well, I turned the oven on and... and I forgot to
light it. The gas must have built up and when it reached the
grill..."

"Bang?"

"Yes,
bang."

"I ought to do
you over for this, give you a good roughing up!"

"Mike!" Trudie
called as she bounded into the kitchen. "There's a woman to see you
in reception."

"Does she want
a room?"

"I don't know,
I didn't ask her."

"Typical!
Can't you do anything properly?"

"Sorry, mate,
I..."

"Tell her I'm
on my way. Dave, unless this kitchen is pristine within
half-an-hour, the chef's special will be cock and ball soup - your
cock and balls!"

Striding into the foyer, Mike scrutinized the pretty blonde
standing with her back to him. Tall and slim, she'd be a good fuck,
he reckoned, his eyes following the contour of her short skirt
hugging her rounded buttocks - a good anal fuck! But, knowing his
luck, she was probably trouble! he reflected, focusing on the backs
of her shapely legs as he crept up behind her.
Oh, to slip my cock up her tight arse!