She leaned back against the wall of the elevator, pushed her pelvis forward and
ejaculated.  Her throbbing, pulsating vagina erupted a stream of golden liquid
from her pussy, not once but perhaps five or six times.  It was not urine, I
assure you, but it had a strong odor, a fragrance perfumed with a mixture of
spicy musk and primordial sex.  With each convulsion of her hips, the lips of her
vagina gushed forth another stream, splashing to the floor of the elevator.

As she came, Mary grunted, first low and guttural, then she began to scream in a
high pitched, eerie scream.  Every muscle in her body locked up and then released
in unison as she disgorged the fluid.

Finally, she fell into my arms like jelly, soft and formless.  “Steve, oh Steve,
fuck, oh fuck,” she gasped and panted as if she’d just finished running a 10K.

“I’ve only done that once before in my life, Steve.  God, it was amazing, what an
incredible release, baby.  Oh, thank you, Stevy, thank you.  I’m totally drained.
 Will you carry me, Steve?  My legs are too weak to walk to the room.”

The elevator opened on the thirteenth floor and I carried her to her room. She
said, “God, after that I’m so hot and sticky I need a quick shower.  Wait for me,
Steve, I’ll be all fresh for you again in a couple of minutes.”

As Mary got into the shower I sat there thinking about what had just happened in
the elevator.  I recalled reading stories about women ejaculating in medical
research journals I’d seen.  Apparently it happens, but very few women experience
it and they do not do it consistently.

I’ve certainly had plenty of experience with women having orgasms.  But nothing
even remotely resembling what Mary had just done.  My hardon returned as I
thought about watching that exotic liquid erupt from Mary’s pussy.  I couldn’t
wait to take her when she finished showering.

I took off my trunks and took my rising cock in hand.

The phone rang four times and stopped as I was playing with my prick.  A few
seconds later, the red message light began flashing on the phone.   It drew my
attention to an unusual looking metal suitcase setting near the bed.  It was open
and I could see a thick stack of foreign currency sticking out of it. Normally
this would have peaked my curiosity but for the moment my cock was very hard and
I could think of nothing but fucking Mary Sames.

She came out of the bathroom nude, drying her hair with a towel.  “You couldn’t
wait, huh, Stevy boy?  Man, I love watching you do that.  Keep stroking for me,
will you?  God, look how big and round the head of it gets; like a purple
mushroom. Mr. Shaft is standing up straight and tall for us now, isn’t he, baby?”

“Mary, fuck me.  I need to fuck you,” I pleaded with her as I continued to run my
fingers up and down my shaft, now perfectly vertical.   “After what happened in
the elevator, I need to do a little gushing of my own, you know, sweetie?”

She looked at me with a pixilated expression and said, “You know what my pussy
has just been through, Steve.   It deserves a rest; I think you can understand
that.  But I have an idea Mr. Shaft there will like just as well as my overworked
little cunt.”

With that she moved closer to my chair, turned her back to me and bent over. She
moved her gorgeous, tight, round ass inches from my face and pulled her delicate
cheeks apart.  Then she began moving her ass in slow, small circles. Her anus was
small, tight, a rosy hue, with no pubic hair around it.  It was like a little
mouth with natural lipstick, puckering there before me, tantalizing Mr. Shaft. 
Mary began to purr.



Clutching my cock, I started to get up out of the chair to sink Mr. Shaft deep
inside Mary’s chute.  Just as I did, she stood up, turned around and continued
her game.  “Oh, poor Mr. Shaft.  Does he want something, Stevy?”

“Mary, don’t do this to me again, I beg you.”

“Did Mr. Shaft enjoy looking though Mary’s back door, Steve?  Does Big Mr. Shaft
want to crawl inside Mary’s little back shaft, is that it, Stevy boy?”

“Mary, I need you now?  I continued jacking because, odd as it may seem, her
cockteasing didn’t seem to make me frustrated or mad, it just enflamed my desire.
 It made me want sex with her even more.

“Mary, turn around for me.  Let me fuck your sweet ass.”

She gave head of my prick a quick kiss, then raised up and looked deep in my eyes
with a devilish smile.  “Maybe Mr. Shaft would like a little sucky mouth, huh,
Steve?”

I decided to play along with her game, as I continued to play with my cock. “Mr.
Shaft wants to mine the golden hole behind you, Mary, he wants it now.”

She turned around, bent over again and said, “But Mary wants her Stevy to lick
her little rose first.  Than Mary will give Mr. Shaft his treat.  Ok?”

I dropped to my knees as Mary spread her cheeks apart for me.  I grabbed her ass
with my hands and ran my tongue up her slit.  When her puckered little anus felt
the tip of my tongue, it responded instantly. It was as soft as an anemone, and
like that sea creature, it began to open slightly as I licked it.

Just as I was about to try to mount her, the phone began to ring.  Almost at the
same instant someone began knocking at the door.  I heard a man’s voice say,
“Miss Sames. Excuse me, Miss Sames, are you there?”

It startled Mary.  Her anus squeezed shut and she bolted straight up.  She
grabbed a beach wrap and threw it around her shoulders as she moved toward the
door.

I wanted to keep jack myself off, to gush off after all my sex play with Mary’s
beautiful butt.  I gave it a couple of quick strokes as she spoke to the man on
the other side of the door, without opening it.  “Yes, what is it?”

“You have a visitor, Miss Sames.  Your sister is in the lobby.  She tried phoning
you but couldn’t get an answer and asked me for your room number.  We never
reveal our guests’ room numbers without permission but I told her I’d see if you
were in your room.”

“Thank you.  Please tell my sister to wait for me in the bar.  I’ll be down as
soon as I’m dressed.  I just got out of the shower.”

“Very well, Miss Sames, in the bar then.  I’ll let her know.”

Mary turned to me and asked, “How could she possibly know what hotel I’d be
staying in? I can’t understand this, Steve.”

By this time, the rude interruption of the hotelman at the door had murdered my
hardon.

“For Christ sake, Steve, would you stop jacking off?  We have a crisis here. My
sister’s waiting for me in the bar.  I haven’t seen her in a year and I don’t
want to see her now.  And all you can do is sit there and play with yourself!”

My cock had fallen to the side, limp.  “Mary, I have to ask you something.  Do
you do this to all your lovers?  You’re treating me like a Bitch Goddess. You’re
driving me out of my mind.  We get just about close enough for me to come and all
of a sudden and you decide to take care of yourself or tease me and play games.
What about me, Mary? When do I get to come?”

“Oh, Steve, you’re acting like a teenager with blue balls.  Get hold of yourself.
 Help me deal with this, will you.  I think I might be in for some trouble?”

She went over to the steel suitcase and raised the lid to stuff the pile of bills
back inside it.  The suitcase was completely filled with cash.  She slammed it
closed and twirled the combination lock with a flick of her fingers.

“Steve, don’t leave me alone.  Wait for me while I get dressed and then I’ll go
up to your room with you while you throw on some clothes.  I want you to go with
me to meet my sister, ok, Steve?”

Mary seemed frightened so I told her I’d go along with her.

As I waited for her to dress, I wanted a cigarette.  I remembered seeing a pack
of cigarettes laying on her towel at the beach.  As I opened her purse to find
it,  a deadly looking, polished steel revolver fell out and onto the floor in
front of my feet.