A young bellboy finds fun and games in room 314 where
two beauties in town for the football game were hot and
horny.

A true story – it happened to me! Nothing has been
changed to protect anyone.

As a kid, I’d always heard that bellboys get more
strange pussy than anyone. But after six months working
as a bellboy in two different Iowa hotels, I’d only had
sex with one girl. She worked as a waitress in the
hotel’s room-service, and our relationship wasn’t
casual; we kept steady company for a year or so.

But it was my senior year of high school at Ames, Iowa
that I got my big surprise. My folks had just moved
there, and I’d joined them from Waterloo where I’d
worked the previous summer and left my room-service
girlfriend. I got a combination job at a busy hotel
there (bellman, busboy, night desk clerk), but mostly
worked as bellboy.

I soon began to understand why that old saying had come
to be. I was always encountering situations where
couples who were engaged in sex in their rooms could be
heard in the halls, and I often prowled the halls
whenever I knew an attractive young couple had checked
in. I heard lots of sex going on, but I wasn’t getting
any of it.

One fine day, though, the desk clerk, Janet, rang the
“bellman’s bell” and I responded, being the only guy on
duty – normal on most nights. The desk clerk, herself,
was a fine looking youngish woman, and we became good
friends but never… you know. This day, she gave me a
note that the guests in 314 wanted some fresh towels.
We didn’t have a housekeeping service after hours, so I
got to do all those kinds of errands.

When Janet handed me the note, she had a “cat ate the
canary” grin on her face because she knew that the
“guests” in 314 were a pair of exceptionally attractive
college-age women who’d come into town for some Iowa
State College (later re-designated Iowa State
University) activity. Of course, she didn’t clue me in.
She just added, “Don’t take too long, now.”

Of course, I couldn’t figure out what she meant; not,
that is, until I stood at the door of 314 as a
beautiful girl in panties and bra opened the door and
asked me to come in. My bellman’s uniform was maroon,
and being a fairly na�ve high-school kid my face must
have been about the same color. I knew my face got real
hot. I stood there for a minute or two, then dashed
into the room with the towels, unsure of myself,
fumbling awkwardly.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw another wonderful
sight: the other girl, also very pretty and very well
built in a petite way, lay on the bed in a Bikini panty
and NO bra. I just stood there, my dick jumping almost
instantly to a raging hard state. Both girls were sort
of grinning. Finally the one who answered the door
said, “You can just put the towels down here.”

“Whaa…?” I managed to barely mumble, as my eyes fixed
on the crotch of the girl lying on the bed. “Damn,” I
thought, for right at her “V” was an opening like a
buttonhole, and I could clearly see flesh through it.
And I noticed that her panty was kind of wet around
that hole, which undoubtedly was there so she could
finger herself or take a cock.

For the first time in my life, I was incapable of
taking advantage of a sexual situation. I put down the
towels, mumbling God only knows what, and backed out of
the room, my seven inches as hard as steel. In the
lobby, I grabbed it and stroked it through my pants a
few times, then gave up and returned to the lobby.

Well, it wasn’t ten minutes before that bell was
dinging again, and Janet gave me another note, “The
guests in 314 would like some mixer and coke.” The
three bellmen at the hotel each had liquor lockers
where we kept whiskey, vodka, mixers, and soft drinks
that we sold to the guests for the hotel. This time,
Janet was really giving me that grin and this time I
knew why. So, I grabbed the drinks they wanted, and
headed back up – up the stairs, and “up my cock,” as
well.

This time, the girl answering the door wore nothing:
she was naked as the day she was born, her pussy
covered by a modest growth of brownish hair. And the
girl on the bed had her middle finger inserted through
that buttonhole into her own buttonhole. Still, they
didn’t say anything except to tell me where to set the
tray. But they were watching me like a hawk, the one on
the bed especially had her eyes focused on the big tent
that had returned to the front of my pants. I mean, my
dick was sticking straight out like a weather vane
arrow.

Believe it or not I said, in a croaky voice, “Boy, that
looks like fun!” At which, both girls broke out
laughing, but I also noticed the one on the bed was
still playing with herself, and I could see moisture on
her fingers and hair under her panties. Man that was
it. I was so fucking hot an entire platoon of cops
couldn’t have kept me from making a move this time,
even knowing that a wrong move could get me fired
pronto.

I sat the tray down, stood up and quickly removed my
bellman’s blouse. My eyes moved back and forth from
buttonhole girl’s fingers to naked-girl’s pussy and
tits. All I could say was to repeat, “Damn… damn…
oh jeez…” over and over.

Now as bold as I had been nervous and reserved before,
I unzipped my pants and let them fall to my ankles,
pushed down my shorts and lifted my cock out into the
air. I think if I hadn’t taken him out then, he’d have
burst my zipper. Now, of course, he was raging, my
foreskin pulled back behind a big purple plum of a head
and I grasped him and moved my hips to slide him back
and forth in my hands – a natural born exhibitionist, I
suppose.

Naked lady came over fast and grabbed him away from me,
dropped to her knees and started slurping on him, while
buttonhole girl went into a frenzy of masturbation,
moaning as she watched us.

My legs soon gave way, and I moved over to the empty
bed (there were two) and fell on it, slipping my pants
off as I did. Naked lady followed me, jumped on top of
me, pussy at my face, and returned to sucking my dick,
handling my balls, and squirming her unshaved box all
around my face until I finally licked my first pussy –
tentatively at first, then discovering that I liked it,
with gusto. Must have been her pheromones or something,
but it just drove me mad. I licked and probed with my
tongue like a pro.

Buttonhole girl left her bed and jumped onto ours,
where I thought she was going to double up on me. But
no, she didn’t. Instead, she started stroking and
playing with naked lady’s butt, back, face, legs – all
the while still probing herself through that hole in
her silky little panties.

I was about to cum, and tried to push naked lady off,
thinking no girl would want that in her mouth. She knew
what was happening, and uttered a muffled “Nnnoooo,”
fighting me to keep my meat in her mouth until suddenly
I popped, squirting three or four streams into her
mouth like only a healthy 18-year old can produce. She
seemed to love it and took it all, pushing her pussy
harder and harder into my face with each squirt until I
thought I was going to smother. And her thighs were
squeezing the sides of my head so hard that I had
visions of my head bursting like a ripe melon.

Then it was over. She relaxed her thighs and rolled
over, buttonhole girl joining her and kissing her (and
probably taking some of my cum from her mouth I now
believe, although then I wouldn’t even have thought of
such a thing). We both panted for a few minutes, but as
I watched these two squirming around, all tangled up
with each other, I realized my cock was not going down.
Oh, maybe by two percent or something like that, but
still so hard the veins were bulging. Well, again,
that’s what 18 is all about, right?

So, after a minute or two, I just had to plunge old
“Clyde” into some pussy. I crawled up behind buttonhole
girl thinking I’d give her a try, but she wasn’t having
any of it. But she did guide me around toward naked
lady, who spread her legs for me, and I climbed aboard
and in one long stroke just sank myself into her up to
the hilt, all smooth and slick and wetter than Seattle.
My God, I was in heaven.

Having just cum, I wasn’t on edge, and naked lady and I
fucked for what I thought was a really long time, with
buttonhole girl moving around to play with her
girlfriend wherever I wasn’t blocking her action. She
licked and sucked and stroked naked lady as I fucked
and kissed her, my hands under her squeezing her butt
cheeks, pulling her to me then pushing her off… back
on and off.

Her ass cheeks and thighs were so wet with our juices
that my hands couldn’t really grip her flesh, just
slide around on her. Until this day, the memory of her
wet, wet, slippery girl flesh is one of my most vivid
and most treasured.

Pretty soon she started moaning like she was singing
the scales (higher and higher with each new moan) I
figured she was about to cum and I moved my ass at warp
speed. My dick must have been sluicing in and out of
her at about 500 strokes a minute (at 18 you can go
almost a minute at that rate!) before what may have
been the richest, most delicious cum of my life.

It was just the very best: It was a second cum, my
muscles were all tensed and in top shape, my
stimulations were perfectly doubled by two hot young
women, and I hadn’t had sex for three weeks before that
night – it all combined to make me cum almost to death.
Never again did I wonder about the French saying, “the
little death.” Only mine wasn’t all that little, I
gotta tell you.

After that, we all just breathed, heavily. Somewhere in
there I’d heard buttonhole girl moaning in an orgasmic
way, too, so naked lady must have found some way to get
her over the hump, too. We made one limp pile of legs
and arms and other body parts.

When I’d caught my breath, I knew I had to get back to
the lobby, so I unwillingly drug myself off the pileup
and started dressing. I asked the girls if I could come
back later sometime. But they said they were going to
be at the college most of the night and next day they
were leaving for home. “But,” buttonhole girl said
demurely, “could you loan us some money, say about
$50?” Well, at first, that pissed me off. I hadn’t
realized I was going to be asked to pay for sex.

But then I reconsidered. I’d just gotten a great
blowjob, then had the best sex I’d ever had with two
beautiful girls, so I thought “What the fuck?” I had
that much money, and plenty more. Bellmen make a lot of
tips, believe it or not, and a young guy living with
his parents doesn’t have that many expenses. So my
locker contained my stash of cash that sometimes ran
into the hundreds.

As I finished dressing, I had another thought: I
remembered my brother’s advice: “Always try to show
class.” Instead of complaining or calling them sluts,
or such like, I just said, “Hell yes, girls. Be glad
to. I have to get it from my locker, so if you’ll see
me on your way out I’ll slip it to you. And,” I added,
“don’t worry about paying it back. You’ve just made me
a happy man.”

Although they may not have completely believed that I’d
actually be there with the cash, they both beamed at
me, hugged me as I headed for the door, and pranced
away to shower off – together, of course.

In about thirty minutes, they came into the lobby
looking like a million bucks in sweaters and slacks,
groomed like any high class college girl. I could
hardly believe that I’d just done the nasty with these
prime examples of American womanhood. So there I stood,
and as I opened the street door for them, I slipped the
cash into naked lady’s hand.

She kissed me on the cheek, they both flashed smiles
and away they went. I got off at 10:00, and they hadn’t
returned, and they checked out the next morning while I
was in Algebra class. So that was the last I saw of
them, dammit all to hell.