Author: Michael Shuler
Wind ruffled the waters of the outdoor swimming pool. The background roar of traffic was ignored by most residents, they didn’t hear it any more. Sea gulls glided along over the yellow sandy beaches, turning and heading inland in search of garbage.
An annoying squeak attracted the attention of one white and gray gull. It watched for a moment, evaluating the food potential of the moving object, then squawked and moved on toward the park.
Juanita wheeled her squeaky cart down the walkway to room number 16. She pulled the ring of keys out on their retractable cord, knocked, then let herself into the dark, smoke tainted room. She turned, opened the curtains, then cranked open the window.
Juanita knew who lived in 16, he had been there for 2 weeks. She hadn’t spoken to him, but she kept track of his coming and going. He was a good looking fucker, she thought as she made her way inside with cleaning supplies. She paused long enough to make sure he wasn’t in the shower. No such luck, the room was empty. She went over to the air conditioner and turned it off. The manager demanded that they turn off the air in any unoccupied room. Thinking about it for a moment, she gave the knob a vicious twist, turning the air conditioner all the way up. To hell with the manager, this guy was a stud. He deserved a cool room when he returned. Summers were hot in Virginia. Oceanview and the nearby beach was especially hot.
She stopped, looking at the silk sheets on the bed. She knew they must have cost him a fortune. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was a Navy officer stationed in Little Creek. He was probably awaiting a house. A lot of single men and families were.
Juanita made her way to the bed and looked down at the magazine lying there. It was a dirty magazine. She didn’t think he would go for that kind of stuff. That guy could have any girl he wanted, including and especially Juanita herself.
She sank to the bed and opened the magazine. The first set of pictures showed a girl who could have been Juanita herself. Was that why he had it? Huh, wishful thinking she scoffed. She doubted if he had even noticed her, much less found a magazine to copy her. No, he grabbed the first book off the shelf, and Juanita’s look-alike just happened to be inside. The dirty book shop was just down the street. She slapped the first few pages aside and stopped at the second series of pictures. They were in black and white. But something, she was not sure what, appealed to her.
It was a picture of a woman feeding a cock into her pussy. Juanita laid on the bed with here face so close to the magazine that she could smell the ink. It was a good shot, she mused. It was a young girl with a hairless pussy. How would it feel to touch that hairless pussy?
Juanita felt her pussy starting to juice up. The damned thing always wanted sex. She joked to her girlfriend that it was like that man-eating plant on the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She had to feed it daily, or it would eat her.
Juanita flipped the page. The pictures were really graphic. She could feel a fire smoldering in her pussy. Her breasts began to itch, demanding attention. She rubbed them absently and gasped at their sensitive response. Juanita suddenly realized that she needed sex in the worst kind of way. If only the officer was there. She wondered how he would look in black and white
Would his body be as attractive as those in the magazine. She was sure he would. He worked out, she was positive. Of course the Navy always worked out. It was part of their job.
Juanita went to the door of the room and grabbed the vacuum cleaner out of the cart. She looked around carefully for a prospective lover. She needed to fuck somebody. But there was nobody around. She pushed the door closed and locked it. She left the vacuum by the door and returned to the bed.
Juanita stood looking down at the book for a moment, then stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her slacks. She slid them down to her feet and kicked them off.
She undid the hard plastic bra she used as a blouse, and tossed that into the pile. Now that she was naked, she realized that the air conditioner was on too high. She turned it down and fell to the bed. She grabbed the magazine and held it above her, looking at the picture of a girl taking it up the ass.
Juanita didn’t particularly like getting fucked in the ass. For her it burned, but nothing more. For the guy it felt wonderful. Fuck that. If she couldn’t fuck the guy up the ass too, he wasn’t getting hers.
Juanita flipped through a few more pages, then dropped the magazine and brought her hands up to her breasts. With her beautiful brown hair cascading over the silk sheets, she fantasized about her and the officer, posing and making love for the magazine. His strong hands mashing her breasts. His hot mouth seeking her nipple and sucking until it hurt.
Juanita moaned and arched her back. Her fingers were now busy on her nipples. She rubbed her legs together almost furiously. She pictured the officer going down on her. The picture was too much for her body to take. She opened her eyes and started reaching for her pussy. She almost screamed when she saw the officer standing in front of her, with the door still open behind him. He was giving her naked body a greedy look. He pushed the door closed and came on in.
“Welcome home, dear,” Juanita said sweetly. She couldn’t think of anything else to say. It was actually pretty funny, they both laughed, which helped to cover her embarassment over being caught in such a horrible position.
“May I join you?” he asked in all politeness. May I join you? Was he fucking kidding? She was dying to feel his cock inside of her, of course he could join her.
“Certainly,” she said in a low tone. She watched as he began disrobing and folding his clothes, before he laid them on the chair. He had to be fucking kidding, Juanita thought. She wondered if his mommy usually did this for him. Maybe she still held his dick when he went peepee. Juanita giggled and he paused, looking at her in annoyance.
“I’m not laughing at you,” she quickly assured him. “I was remembering something.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” he said, climbing on the bed and lowering himself on top of her. “I left my book out,” he said, glancing at the magazine behind her.
“It made me horny,” Juanita said in a meek voice.
“Then I’m glad I did. I’ve been watching you for weeks, fantasizing about you. There’s a picture in there that looks just like you,” he whispered.
“I… I saw it,” she said, looking down at his hard penis. It wasn’t large, but it looked delicious. She loved to feel a hot, soft penis in her mouth. A penis had the softest skin in the world, second only to a black woman’s lips.
“When I saw it on the shelf, I just had to buy it,” he said before he kissed her passionately, but only a moment. Then he moved his lips to her ear, neck, and breast.
Juanita gasped when his hot lips touched her breast. They felt so good, sucking her hard nipple. She ran her hands over his hard body. He had little hair. Good, she hated a hairy man. He nursed quietly on her breast, making no noise. She doubted if he ever showed strong emotions or did anything noisily. He was cool, quiet and in control.
He flicked his tongue over her stiffened nipple. As hard as it was, it got even longer and harder. She moaned and rolled around beneath him.
He moved over to her right breast and nursed quietly on that. She pulled his head down, running her hands through his neatly combed hair. He broke contact with her breast, shook his hair back into place, and slid farther down her body.
“Oh yes,” she gasped as he nuzzled her neatly trimmed pussy hair. He rubbed his cheek against it for a moment, then faced her small, delicate pussy. Juanita knew her pussy was one of her best features. She was very proud of it. Men… and women, like to go down on her. She liked to let them do it.
Suddenly his mouth kissed her hot pussy. She grunted and cried out at the ceiling. He calmly began licking her pussy, while sucking gently. He then began to probe it’s wet depths with his long, pointed tongue, while sealing his lips over the entire thing and sucking gently. She grunted and heaved up off the bed. His tongue found her clit and began fluttering over the end of the stiffened little member.
“Oh God,” Juanita shouted. She held the top of his head in her slender hands and pulled him into her crotch. His lips felt so fucking wonderful, she could barely stand it. But he wanted more. He suddenly broke contact and sat up on his knees.
“Oh… what?” she gasped.
“I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered. She nodded and opened her legs wide.
“No, not like that,” he whispered, holding her close and rolling over so she was sitting straddle of his body. “You will be in control,” he promised.
Juanita wasted no time. She fished his cock out of the crack of her ass, positioned it at the entrance to her pussy, and fell backwards, impaling herself on is stiff member.
“Oh yes,” she gasped out with her head thrown back and eyes closed. She began riding on his cock, thrusting her hips forward and back with one hand on each side of his head. She gently leaned down and kissed him, while maintaining the wonderful humping motion with her ass.
His cock felt so big and hard, sliding up inside of her hungry cunt. She wished that he was bigger. She wanted more in her ravenous pussy. Remembering something she had done during a previous lovemaking session, she sat upright.
She was suddenly full of hot, hard cock. She felt the head of his cock brushing her cervix. She whimpered and grasped her breasts in her small hands. He reached up and pushed her hands away, filling his own hands with her spongy flesh. He rotated his index fingers over her stiffened nipples.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she cried out. She rode faster, pumping her ass back and forth on his pelvis, causing his cock to stir the wet folds of flesh inside her. She whimpered again, then stiffened, crying in a low voice.
He held her hips and pumped his cock up inside her. She cried again as his cock slammed up into her sensitive pussy. Then was the ultimate treat. She felt his hot cum filling her pussy, giving it a warm glow unlike anything else. She shivered, trying to hold still above him. He finally relaxed and lay panting. She pulled her pussy off his cock and fell to the bed as they both lay gasping.
She ran to the bathroom and washed her pussy in the sink. As she came out she extended her hand with a wet washcloth and dry towel.
“Towels, sir?” she asked with a giggle.