the end of the short hallway. He opened it and turned on the light. She had never seen a larger bed in all her life. A four-poster with all the frills and decorations she would have expected to find in the home of an ancient spinster.
'Apparently the ground keeper enjoyed his love fife,' remarked Walter. 'It's been said that after his wife died he had a hell of a time keeping the estate owner's maids, governess and daughters all content. In fact, the bed is rumored to have been a gift from the lady of the house.'
'I can't believe it! It's so big!' exclaimed Eileen.
Walter laughed. 'On Wednesday nights each of us chips in twenty dollars to hire someone beautiful enough to compliment this outstanding bed. The big winner of the night enjoys himself up here as an extra bonus.'
Eileen sat on the edge of the bed. It was a firm mattress with expensive bedding. Then she saw Walter was removing his jacket and took the cue. She didn't want to appear inexperienced so she kicked her shoes off and started to unbutton her blouse. But she had to ask.
'How many men play in the card game?'
'Six.' He was removing his pants and she saw the giant bulge in his shorts.
Quickly she added it up. Six men at twenty dollars each meant the lucky lady earned one hundred twenty dollars in one night. Plus she earned it in this beautiful bed. Eileen realized she'd have done it for free just to be privileged enough to sleep here.
He was nude and waiting. Eileen's pulse was pumping hard throughout her body. She had made it with guys before but never like this. Never where they just got undressed and climbed into bed. Usually it was in a car after a long, drawn-out session of necking with lots to drink. This was so open, so much like two married people, so committed.
His cock was large, large and red. It stood stiff and high as he moved to her side and sat. With gentle hands Walter helped her unbutton the rest of the blouse, then reached back to undo her bra. When he saw the adolescent ripeness of her small, cone-like breasts with the pointed, beige-fleshed nipples, he licked his lips. They were exactly as he had pictured them.
She stood in front of him as he unzipped her skirt and let it drop down her long, slender legs. She was wearing panty hose with scanty bikini pants underneath. He took his time and enjoyed the act of rolling the hose down her velvet-soft thighs until she stepped free of them.
He could feel the heat of her nude body against his face, he could see the muscles of her stomach trembling with nervous excitement. When he hooked a ringer inside the elastic of her white panties her whole body shuddered involuntarily and a hand came up to her mouth.
Walter looked up at her face and saw she had her eyes closed. She was putty in his hands, afraid to move, afraid to do anything but let him do what he wanted. And screaming inside for him to do everything he wanted. He tugged the panties down on her hips until the first wisps of red pubic hair peeked over the elastic band.
He left them there and turned her around. The panties were halfway down the slope of her rump so that the uppermost part of her crack showed. He eased them down until each round, proud cheek of glowing white flesh was fully exposed to his anxious eyes.
Her ass was gorgeous. He had dreamed of it a hundred times. Pictured the flawless skin, the husky thrust, the depth of shadow of her crack. It was better than his dreams. Like two giant scoops of peach ice cream snuggled next to each other with a tasty cherry down deep between.
Walter leaned forward and kissed each cheek. He felt her body shake and heard the deep rasping of her breath. He could smell the odors of her heated crotch, the fumes of her running motor, the aroma of good things cooking.
With her back still to him he pulled the panties down to her ankles and watched as she stepped free. The merest hint of her pink twat showed for a second deep between her buns and thighs before she stood tall again. He wanted to savor each second with her, enjoy the freshness of her body to the utmost degree.
She faced him and he saw the shyness of her expression. She was embarrassed, unsure of herself. Her arms came up to cover the inadequacy of her breasts, her legs were tight together to hide the sparsity of her pubic hair. Eileen had hoped they would meet in the dark and undress while rolling about on the bed. That way he'd never get to really look at her and see how skinny and flat she was. She knew she was nothing compared to Mrs. Cunningham with her enormous breasts, full hips and obvious experience.
Walter smiled warmly and said, 'You're beautiful, Eileen. Very beautiful.'
'Me?' she stammered.
His hands went to her hips and drew her close as he said, 'You.'
He kissed each fragile nipple once and watched as they responded into hard bumps of red flesh. Goose bumps dotted the meat of her breasts and the trembling of her breathing made her shoulders involuntarily rock forward. Walter cupped the cool fullness of her ass in his hands and pulled her shaking body down onto his.
The feel of her light, squirming body against his made his cock throb with power and his guts wrench with eagerness but Walter took his time. His fingers followed the valley of her ass down until he caressed the small hole of her anus. Eileen's hips started to respond instantly by working diligently at the solid spike before her.
Walter felt the soft caress of her pubic hair rubbing back and forth against his cock, felt the heat of her twat against his testicles. His hand reached deep into the softness of her ass and inner thighs until his fingers touched the slippery moisture of her running box.
Eileen's legs moved apart until the knees rested on each side of his thighs. His fingers probed into the firm- lipped opening of the gushing, steaming gash. Walter pressed his middle finger deep into the snug hole and twirled against the drooling walls of her quivering cunt.
She was kissing his mouth, his eyes, his face and neck as his hand drove her passion beyond containable limits. With a panicky gasp she gulped for air as the bolts of furious pleasure began to rebound throughout her grinding, jerking, shuddering young body.
Walter lay back and kept stabbing his finger into the screaming hardness of her clitoris as she lost all control and clung to his body like a drowning mermaid. Her hips battered down repeatedly at him, she ground her breasts huskily against his hairy chest and cried with happiness in his saliva-soaked ear.
'Oh! Oh! Uhhh!' she groaned as the torrents of unequalled happiness started to ebb.
Walter rubbed his free hand up and down the ridge of her spine while inserting his finger deep into the tight cunt to feel the final spasms of orgasm. She was limp, spent, satisfied and happy as she lay in his stroking arms. Then she felt his hands gently urging her onto the bed beside him.
Eileen rolled off him onto her back. With alert eyes she looked into his face for instruction.
'Open your legs wide apart,' Walter said.
Eileen stretched her curving limbs far to each side. In the dim lamplight, the soft flesh of her inner thighs shined with moisture spilled from her cunt. Walter gazed down at the crimson lips of her tiny twat, at the red hair which looked like the flicker of flame from a match ignited in her crotch. The folds of her ass supported her cunt like a pedestal of flesh.
She expected him to mount her. To fill the aching void in her cunt with his hard meat. But he didn't. Instead, Walter stretched across the bed and laid his head between her sweet thighs to sniff and taste the treats of her vibrant pussy.
He licked away all the drool on her thighs and felt the shaking return to her body. As his tongue worked closer and closer to the tissues of her cunt she grew more and more tense, more and more excited. He ran his tongue down to taste the delicious wet on each cheek of her squashed rump.
Her thighs quivered and goose-bumps dotted the white flesh as he drove his tongue between the cheeks of her ass to lick her anus into a tight, contracted knot. Then he swept up to the gleaming lips and abruptly stabbed his tongue deep inside the hug of her burning walls.
'Ahhhhh…' she sighed as she felt the pliant mass soothe the apprehension away.
Walter had never tasted a more delicious, fresher cunt in his life. It tasted like pure, clean flesh and gushed streams of delicate cream into his sucking lips. He drew the loose flesh into his mouth and jabbed his tongue as far inside as it could reach. Her thighs clamped around his head and she hoisted her lithe body hungrily up to his face.
He licked her pubic hair until it clung flat like a greased hairdo and sucked her navel until she groaned with distraction. She was crying for his cock, moaning with pain to feel the glorious fill of her steaming crack with his mighty pillar of hard muscle.
