Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2012 18:46:27 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Love Motel. Part Six.

This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good or
bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part Six.

   Andy, thought Tom? A strange name for a young white girl that was in the
car, then he twigged with his name being Amos, from a television show. Tom
decided to get a better look at her and so gathered up some towels and
walked across to the locker as Amos got Andy out of the car. She was about
eighteen years old and white as already mentioned, and Amos scooped her up
into his arms as Tom opened the locker door and went inside.

   `Now close your eyes until I say open them.' Amos said and then entered
the cabin carrying the girl in his arms. He shut the door easily with his
foot and turned on the light, carrying her as if she was weightless. `Now
keep your eyes closed and kick off your shoes first.' She did as she was
told and wiggled her feet till her shoes came off, her eyes still screwed
shut. `Now I'm putting you down on the floor, but keep them little eyes
closed and tell me what you can feel with your toes.' He lowered her gently
till she stood on the floor.

   `I'm standing on a bearskin rug. It's all furry.'

   `Well open your eyes now and have a good look,' Amos said. She opened
her eyes and looked at the floor, the bed, the walls and the chair and
exclaimed, `Fur! It's all fur.' She sank to the floor and squirmed about,
rubbing her face against the floor covering. `Ooooh,' she purred, `and it's
all fur me,' she said, making a pun of the word. Amos laughed and pulled
her upright without any effort.

   `Do you like it?'

   `I adore it,' and flung her arms round his neck and pulled his head down
and gave him a big kiss on the lips. Amos pulled free.

   `I bet your mansion hasn't got a bedroom like this,' he said.

   `We haven't got a mansion, it's just a house in Baton Rouge, I keep
telling you,' she pouted.

   `A house with twenty bedrooms is a mansion to me honey,' Amos said, `and
with your plantation.'

   `It's not a plantation. It's a cotton mill,' she interrupted.

   `An' those fiel' han's out ev'ry morn' pickin' cotton fer daddy's mill,'
Amos laughed.

   `Stop it Amos,' she laughed.' Daddy's only got the mill and he employs
whites as well in the mill, and on equal terms.' Amos picked her up in his
arms and looked her in the face, all serious now.

   `And you've never been to bed with a black man before?'

   She dropped her eyes and whispered, `No. I...I've been too scared
to. Daddy would've killed me.'

   Amos carried her to the bed and he sat down with her on his lap. He
lifted up her chin with a finger and looked into her eyes.

   `Are you sure you want to with me?' he asked.

   She held her head up and looked into his face, `Yes,' she whispered, `I
do.' He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead and she gave
out a sigh and nestled her face into his shoulder. He stroked the back of
her head as he spoke.

   `Honey. Did you ever see a black man without his clothes on?'

   She nodded and lifted her head.

   `Once. They caught a nig...a black that had tried to rape a white
woman. They stripped and flogged him. I didn't think it was very nice what
they did.' They were silent for a moment before she lifted her head up and
laughed, `And stop introducing me as Andy.' He laughed with her and the
serious mood was broken. He whispered into her ear,

   `Is my white Southern chicken ready to be fried?'

   `Your little Southern chicken is going to fry your balls off if we don't
hit the sack,' she retorted. He laughed and stood her up in front of
him. She pushed his hands away and undid the buttons of his shirt and
peeled it off of him. His black chest gleamed like coal that's been washed
from the coal face. She dropped it on the floor and undid the front buttons
of her blouse, pulling it free from the waist and took it off and dropped
it onto his shirt, her short skirt suddenly falling to the floor round her
feet. Because of her height, her breasts looked large but were small and
firm as they came into view as the bra also fell to the floor. Well rounded
with the nipples hard with her inner excitement and stood before him with
just her panties left.

   He slowly reached out his hand and completely covered one breast and
felt her fast heart beat for a moment or two before letting his hand
drop. She then eased off her white panties until they too fell at her
feet. Her belly was flat and her mound was prominent with its covering of
fine hair.

   `Off the bed you grinning ape,' she laughed, `and let me try it for
size.' He stood, towering over her, his power showing at his crotch. `Big
boy,' she whispered, pressing her hand against it for a moment. He stood
aside and she sprang onto the bed, rolled over onto her back and slowly
wiggled about. `My God, this is sensational,' she said as she squirmed back
and forth. Amos had shucked off his shoes and now dropped his trousers and
his pants and stepped free from them. She saw his weapon with his ball bag
hanging below.

   `Wow! That's beautiful,' she said. `Let's open up the church because I'm
gonna play that organ tonight.' She settled herself in the middle of the
bed. `There's a Southern belle here that needs ringing for I want to hear
them balls make me clang.' She held out her hand. `Come here you big black
bastard and fuck me. I would just love my daddy to see this big black buck
climb across his sweet little daughter and screw the arse off her.' Amos
knelt on the bed next to her and saw that her eyes were alight with some
inner hatred. She took his prick in her hand and held it fast. `I want to
be fucked and fucked, pumped and bored by this Amos.' He put his hand
between her thighs and found her sopping wet, her juices already flowing
and he gently rubbed her clitoris. `Amos fuck me. Stuff me now. Do it
all. I want the lot. Everything, everything. Now Amos, now!' she screamed
from between gritted teeth. He swung across and mounted her. With her
juices lubricating the way, he went straight in right up to the hilt and
she gagged.

   `Oh God! God, God, God, ooooooh.'

   Amos plunged in and out as her hands clawed his back, leaving red weals
where she scratched him. Her heels began to drum on the bed as she bucked
up to meet him as he drove in and out. She came shatteringly and had her
legs clamped to his hips like limpets and kept on digging her fingers into
his shoulders. He banged away with his balls smacking loudly in the juice
that ran down between the cheeks of her arse. As she climaxed for the
second time, his hands went under her shoulders and he lifted her clear off
the bed and rammed her down on his shaft as he sent his load high up into
her womb. Her head fell back and she ceased moving, just a twitch as he
gently lowered her down onto the bed again. Her face was covered in sweat
as were her breasts which Amos now gently stroked with his free hand.

   Tom had been in a frenzy watching them and had been so excited that he
came long before they did and was pleased for himself and them as it had
been that good.

   She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. `You lovely big black fucker
you,' she said and closed her eyes again and purred. She stretched out as
best as she could underneath him. `It still feels big inside. Are you ready
for more?'

   `You lovely bit of white meat. Of course I'm ready for more,' and he
started riding her again, more slowly this time, with deep thrusts followed
by short ones, almost withdrawing the head of his cock out of her as the
vagina squeezed to stop him from pulling out completely as they rode
together slowly. They had all night to ride.

   Tom relaxed as it would take him a little time to be ready for more. He
went out of the locker and had a quick check round the grounds of the motel
to see that all was okay before returning to the locker. He was in time to
see her come running out from the bathroom laughing, with Amos chasing her
with a towel in his hand. She dived for the bed as he whipped her with the
towel across her bum. She yelped and lay sprawled face down on the bed and
rubbed her backside.

   `That stings,' she moaned.

   `Stings?' he cried. `You damn well nearly cut my pecker off,' rubbing
his big black erection.

   `Did it really hurt?' she asked.

   `Damn right it did,' he said. She bounced up onto her knees and held out
her arms.

   `Well come here and let me kiss it better.'

   He walked over to the side of the bed, his prick swaying ponderously
from side to side as he moved. She grabbed it with both hands and pulled
him closer to the bed. She looked down at his black tool with its large
pink head half showing from its foreskin. She gently moved her hands making
the foreskin slide back and forth from the head.

   `It's big and lovely,' she said and bent her head and took his into her
mouth. That was all she could get in, the head. He stood firm while she
moved her head back and forth, working her tongue round it inside her
mouth. Her hands kept moving up and down his prick, occasionally pulling
his balls up as well. Amos gently pried her loose and her head away from
him. His prick making a sucking plop as it was reluctantly let free from
her mouth.

   `Let's both get some pleasure instead of one,' he said as he stretched
himself out on the bed.

   `Weren't you getting any pleasure out that, for I certainly was,' she
said. `Mmmmm,' she mouthed as she took him back into her mouth as she moved
her body round and straddled him. Her knees either side of his head, her
small tits gently brushing the lower end of his rib cage. His hands slid
down and cupped them both completely and slowly kneaded them. She gave out
a moan and shifted her hips so that her open sex lips went down closer to
his face. He then buried his face and sucked on her with his mouth.

   They pleasured one another this way for some time as small moans and
sighs filled the room. She released his cock from her mouth and gently
nibbled her way down the underside of his shaft to his ball sac and then
took one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around like a plum. She
did take both in but was unable to do anything with them for they filled
her mouth completely, so she released them and chewed her way back up his
rampant black cock to the pulsating fiery red head. Pulling the foreskin
back as far as she could, she then worked her tongue round the sensitive
part where it joined the flesh, the G string as it's known.

   His teeth had been nibbling at her now inflamed clitoris and his tongue
had excited the inner membrane of her vagina, so she pulled free and rolled
off of him, panting.

   `Stay still,' she said throatily. `I'm ready to ride.'

   She swung herself round and went up onto her knees and steadied herself
above the outstanding example of prime manhood that he was now holding
erect for her, the big black cock of Amos. Her hand took over as she guided
herself down onto the head and then grimaced as she forced the large head
of his cock inside and then let go as she slowly began to sink down on
it. He moved slightly and she froze.

   `Don't move you bastard,' she hissed. `This hurts till I'm ready.' With
her head held back, her clenched teeth could be seen through her partly
open lips. With her arms tensed, her hands flat on her upper thighs, she
slowly went down. The big black prick of Amos could be seen to disappear
slowly, inch by inch to be swallowed up past the lips of her sex. She came
to rest on his thighs with the whole length embedded deep within her and
her held breath now whistled out between her teeth.

   `Man!' she breathed, `you've sure have got some cock there.'

   Her limbs relaxed now and she grinned down at him. He grinned back at
her, his hands cupped behind his head so that he could see her properly as
she had sat down on his prick.

   `Missy,' he chuckled, `that sure is a tight warm glove that you've put
on my lil ol' pecker.' She gave a little bounce. He grimaced and grabbed
her hips with his big hands. `Steady, ma balls ain't made of stone.' She
laughed and reached behind and underneath her and grabbed them and slowly
rubbed them.

   `They sure do feel like stones.' She let go of him and placed both hands
flat on his stomach and started lifting her arse up and down, very slowly,
only a few inches at a time. `This reminds me of when I lost my cherry,'
she said, still slowly moving up and down on the black stalk. `It was a big
black horse, same colour as you. It nearly split me in half just sitting
astride of it. I had my feet hooked in the stirrups and was only holding
him on a loose rein when something startled him. He took off like the
wind.' Her movements on top of Amos started increasing. `He flew across the
fields with me, having lost the reins, just hanging onto his mane. Every
time my arse hit the saddle I felt that I was cutting myself in two. I was
wearing white riding pants and with the pain, I felt I was getting wet. I
could see that the crotch of my pants was being stained red. Following the
pain came the excitement, I was only thirteen at the time. I'd played with
myself before but that was nothing compared to what I was feeling then.'
She was moving up and down a little faster now. `The feeling inside of me
was getting bigger and bigger as the horse raced along. He then jumped a
small ditch and as we landed with a thump on the other side, my fanny bored
into that saddle and I poured my lot out into my pants. Blood and come made
a sticky mess that I bounced around in. I was delirious with the pain in
between my thighs coupled with the wondrous burning relief that I felt deep
inside of me. I laid forward in the saddle and rubbed myself as hard as I
could and met the rising saddle with my mound.' Her hand was now rubbing
her Mount of Venus as she went up and down faster. Amos' prick was still
rock hard and her juices could be seen smearing it and running down into
the hair round his balls. She moved faster, her breath coming in gasps.

   `I lost count of how many times I came and lost some of my senses too,
because when the horse baulked at a large fence, I wasn't aware of it and
lost contact with both horse and saddle. I just know that the whole shit
was knocked out of me when I hit the ground. I exploded inside as well,
just like I'm gonna do in a minute.' She was going into a frenzy. Plunging
up and down, waving her head from side to side as she pumped herself on top
of Amos. He started to meet her by raising his hips, grinding up and
squashing her sex lips in a splatter of juices. He held her fast as she
bucketed about as she orgasmed and her coming poured out, mixing with that
of his that he was jetting up into her at the same time. She suddenly then
went limp and fell forward onto his chest and his arms went round and he
gently rocked her.

   Tom cleaned himself down after fisting his prick in time to them,
shooting his load as usual all over the wall. He had taken his trousers off
this time before he started and when he was cleaned up, put them back on.

   They had separated when he looked again through the window and she had
just started to caress the limp tool between Amos' thighs.

   `It's all messy,' she said. `Let me clean it up.' She rolled down and
using her tongue, started to wash him just as you see a cat do to
itself. She gave out little moans as she ran her tongue down the length of
his prick and spoke in between licks. `I wish my daddy could see me
now. He'd die of a fit. His sweet little girl, licking and sucking this big
black cock, mmmm.' She gave him a playful nip with her teeth. `I wish we
had a camera. I'd take a picture of me doing this and send it to him. No!
Even better.' She bounced up onto her knees and squatted back on to her
heels. She leaned forward earnestly towards Amos who lay back
contentedly. `What I would like,' she said continued, `is to have a
photograph taken with you stuck right up inside me. Another man, also
black, stuck in me from behind, and a third, black too, standing in front
of me and I would be sucking his prick. Have a big mouthful of it and then
another man playing with my tits,' she rubbed hers to illustrate, `while
two more jerked off and their seed splattering all over my body.'  Her eyes
were alight with the vision she'd conjured up, her mouth bearing a grim
smile.

   `You shore hate your daddy, don't you,' drawled Amos.

   `I hate the bastard's guts,' she said fiercely. `Him that was always
preaching to me. Telling me how he was going to marry me off to a fine
Southern gentleman. He'd bring one of these fine Southern gentlemen home
who would be as old as he was. They'd get blind drunk and then he would
leave me with this fine example of chivalry saying that it was his kind of
Southern hospitality, and off he'd go to fuck his little black wench. While
I then would have to fight these old men every time. My clothes were
usually torn to shreds and I would sometimes catch a black eye when they
raped me. But daddy got his cotton mill in the end. What did I get? Days in
bed recovering and one visit to the doctor for an abortion.' Her shoulders
shook as she started to cry and Amos pulled her down and nestled her in the
crook of his arm. His big black hand soothingly caressing her bare back as
she sobbed into his neck. `I only managed to get away from him a few days
ago,' she got out between sobs.

   `How did you manage that?' Amos asked softly. `You'll feel better with
it all spoken. I'm a good listener.' Her sobbing slowed and she moved in
closer to him and pulled his hand up to a breast and moved it around so
that he was rubbing it slowly as she spoke.

   `It was about five days ago now, I think,' she sniffed and moved the
back of her hand across her eyes, wiping the tears away. `I was in the
kitchen when the grocery boy came. He was a young Negro, about my age.' She
glanced up at him shyly. `I'm eighteen now.' He smiled down at her as she
continued. `Well, he was just about to put the groceries on the table as
the bag split. Some of the things fell onto the floor and we both bent down
to pick them up at the same time and banged our heads together. I fell
backwards onto the floor myself and as I did so, my dress came up to near
my hips and you could see my panties. I lay there rubbing my head and
laughing. The boy rubbed his head and started to apologise and began
laughing too. He knelt down to help me up. The trouble was that he'd knelt
between my open legs and was just reaching forward when daddy came into the
kitchen. I can imagine what it looked like. Me lying there with my skirt up
to my waist and the boy down there already between my legs. Christ! The
bloody noise he made.

   "You dirty no-good fucking black bastard, trying to fuck my daughter in
my house." He grabbed up something and belted that poor boy right round the
head. He fell over me and daddy kept hitting him as the boy tried to get
away from the blows. I was there, trying to struggle my own way out from
underneath. The boy's knee was on my skirt and it tore as I pulled away and
it came off. Then daddy made a grab for the boy but caught my shirt
instead. Such force he was using, ripped it right off my back. I wasn't
wearing a bra for it was too hot then, besides, I don't need one, do I?'

   She gave Amos' hand a squeeze that was still rubbing away at her
tit. `They stand up alright without support. Well I was knocked flat onto
my back again as the boy fell once more, though this time, his face was now
down between my tits and daddy went berserk. He near killed the boy,
kicking him out of the house. The boy fell down the steps with daddy
shouting rape after him as I struggled up to my feet. Well I was up on my
feet when daddy came back into the kitchen. His face was bright red, his
hair all over the place.

   `You...you...you whore!' he shouted at me. I had one arm across my
breasts and was trying to pick up my skirt when he hit me. I went flying
backwards into the hall and I quickly got up and tried to run as he came
chasing out after me and tried to grab me. His hand only hooked into my
panties and of course, as I moved forward, they tore and he had them in his
hand and I was now naked. I ran into the lounge with him chasing me but
there was no way out of there so I had to turn and face him as he came
through the door.

   "No black bugger's going to touch my daughter," he growled and I shouted
back at him, still trying to cover myself.

   ``What about all those white buggers you let rape me?'' I cried. ``He
hit me again then and I fell backwards onto the rug.'' She rubbed her hand
across the fur covering of the bed they were lying on. `It felt like this
but much coarser. His shirt had been ripped in the kitchen struggles and I
now saw a strange look on his face as he looked at me lying naked there on
the floor. I know now what it was, it was lust. For two years now he had
been giving me to men who could help him get what he wanted and it was just
then that he saw exactly what he had been giving away. He tore the rest of
his shirt off and pulled the belt free from his trousers. He came and stood
over me waving this belt.

   "Don't ever let me see you looking at another nigger and never let
another of those black bastards into my house again." Then he hit me. He
belted and belted me with that leather strap. It was fortunate that he was
so angry that he hit the carpet most of the time, but all of a sudden, he
was on top of me.

   His mouth was on my tits and one hand trying to get up into my box. I
tried pushing him off and then made a mistake. I lifted my legs to try and
push him with my feet. In a flash his hands had my knees far apart and I
saw his fat prick. It was an ugly one compared to yours Amos. It was bent
and the end was knobbly and a sickly looking red in colour. He lunged
forward and stuffed it in me. His slobbering face was just inches away from
mine and it made me feel sick. He bounced away on my stomach and I could
feel his fat prick moving in and out of me.

   He started grunting and in between these grunts said, "Can't get you
with child," and suddenly pulled out of me and squashed his prick between
my stomach and his and sent his load all up my front. He came a lot and
what a bloody mess I was in. He lay there for a few moments on top of me as
he struggled to get his breath back.

   I was going frantic. First all of his filthy friends and now him. My own
father! My arm went back and caught the cord of the table lamp. I pulled it
off the table onto the floor and picked it up and bashed it onto the back
of his head. As he cried out and jerked up, I hit him again and caught him
clear round the side of his head this time, just above his ear. He went out
like a light. I managed to get upstairs and tried scrubbing myself clean
under the shower before I got dressed, resolved to running away. I threw a
few things into a grip and went back downstairs. I looked into the lounge
to see if I had killed him. Fat, white and lifeless he looked but he was
still breathing.

   I think I could have killed him and gotten away with it, but I then had
a brilliant idea. So I went back up to his room and collected all of his
clothes that I could find. Even those that he had been wearing. I took them
all out into the back garden and dropped them on the ground and took the
lid off the cess pit and kicked the lot down into it. I didn't leave one
stitch of male clothing in the house, nor any of my dressing gowns or
nighties. I even went back in and ripped out the telephone wires, picked up
my bag and fucked off to the bus station in town.

   I changed directions about three times and about six different buses
before I met you in the diner. I'm glad that I stopped there for I liked
the look of you the moment you walked in. I would have died if you hadn't
of spoken to me, but you did and now here we are.' She sat up and rubbed
her hand across his chest as she gave him a smile which he returned as his
hand came up and began to caress a breast. They looked like they were ready
for another session for Amos was rising up fast.

   Tom wasn't ready for any more so he pulled the curtain across the window
saying, `Fuck away Amos, it's all yours.' He locked the door of the locker
and walked across to his own cabin and was soon in bed and asleep.

                                                         *

    Things had quietened down now and Tom hadn't had any reason to call on
the sheriff for some time now. The motel was quite established and there
were not many nights when it wasn't fully booked, and this day was no
exception. He'd had a restless night which was usually a sign that
something different was going to happen and he just hoped that it would be
something good and not a disaster.

   It was in good spirits that he carried out his daily chores and by the
early evening, had rented out all but one cabin. This was soon to be taken
for he had a phone call from a man wanting to rent a room and Tom was only
too glad to say yes. He hadn't asked for any specific cabin but all that
was available was the leather one, number three. Tom could hear that from
where the man was phoning that there was a party in progress and so assumed
that the man wanted an excuse to leave early so he got the cabin.

   It was then about eight o'clock and Tom, after switching on the no
vacancy sign, fixed himself a light meal in the small kitchen at the back
of the office. Though this had been designed originally as a cabin, it was
now the office with some slight changes. No bed for a start or dressing
table closet or bedside tables, but a counter a few feet in from the
door. Behind this was a table that doubled up as a desk and a filing
cabinet. The bath-room hadn't been installed for it had been made into a
small kitchen and instead of a door off to one side, it had a big open
archway in the centre. So when standing at the desk, you could see the sink
at the back and the window that had a venetian blind instead of a curtain.

   But every first Saturday of the month, the office became a small poker
room. The school, well it was a proper school during the day, but in the
evenings, it became a college of evening classes for advanced pupils. It
was some of the teachers, well four to be precise, that booked Tom's
office, for their game of cards.

   Tom's desk, dining table, became, when it was turned over, a card table
for the underside had been covered with green felt. He brought in extra
chairs and even laid on some light snacks and some booze in the kitchen for
them. It was more than poker they played some nights. They sometimes got
one of the female students to come over to make the sandwiches and serve
them with their drinks after they had got started and Tom wondered if they
would have one of them over this coming night. He got the table and chairs
sorted out, the makings for the sandwiches and plenty of ice.

   Just after he had finished, the teachers and professors' arrived. First
there was Mr Alberts. His subject was history and he looked as though he
was part of it as well. About fifty years of age, short and quite thin with
not much hair on his head, but had blue twinkling eyes that still had the
sparkle of youth.

   Styles was a professor of English, around forty and short like Alberts
but quite fat and gave a very jovial showing as to how Friar Tuck of Robin
Hood fame must have appeared. A large round face with three chins, no neck
to speak of and a body that looked almost round. All he lacked was the
tonsured pate and cassock. Professor Jenkins was a rather morose looking
sobersides of a man that taught Maths. Tall as Styles was short and thin as
the other was fat. His head was square as was his chin and he was all
angles, just as though he'd been made up from the subject he taught. He
even wore square rimmed pinze nez glasses to finish off the effect and did
indeed look his forty years. The odd man of the group was Mr James. A
youngster by comparison to the others, only being twenty eight years of
age. An average looking man that would pass un-noticed in a crowded room of
three people. Crew cut style hair but sombre old fashioned clothes.

   Tom had put out cards, chips etc, and as well as beer in the fridge,
there were three bottles of Scotch in the kitchen with the tray and
glasses. The players after saying their hellos to Tom, mixed themselves
their first drink and sat down to play cards. Tom left them to their game
and took out with him the key to the last cabin that had been booked over
the phone. He wouldn't then have to interrupt the game when the last guest
arrived.

   Tom had just reached his own cabin door when a car pulled into the lot
and parked. Tom started to go to the car but the man was quickly out and
met him before he got too close to it, but he'd already made out the fact
that there were two people still in the car. The man took the key and
thrust some money into Tom's hand and said that he would sign the book in
the morning. Tom shrugged his shoulders and while the man returned to the
car, moved towards his own cabin but then changed his mind for he wanted to
see who exactly was going to be in cabin number three.

      He was settled comfortably in the locker with the curtain drawn back
when the cabin door opened and two young women about twenty five years of
age and the man, around the same age, entered the cabin. No baggage was
carried in with them Tom noted. The women just carried their purses. The
man had evidently been told about the motel before, because he fetched
three glasses from the bathroom and knew where the small supply of liquor
was kept as all the special cabins had. He took off his jacket and poured
out drinks for them all as the women were making appreciative noises about
the cabin's décor being all done over in leather. The man slumped into
one of the soft leather chairs with his drink and the two women sat on the
leather covered bed and sipped at their drinks.

   `What a drag that party was,' the man said. He was looking at the woman
to the right. `I said to Joan before we left home that I hoped that we
would see a friendly face there tonight.' The other woman nodded and Tom
noticed that this nodding woman wore a wedding ring on her left hand and he
looked at the other woman's hand to see she wasn't wearing one.

   `I'm glad you were there Ann,' Joan said. `Though we've only spoken a
few times before, you seemed to be the one friendly face in that sea of
strangers. The noise and the heat, and John said, Ann looks lost here as
well. Ask her if she'd like to get away for a quiet drink somewhere else.'

   `Well I'm glad that you rescued me from that old fogie,' Ann laughed. `I
couldn't stand him. I'd gone with Julie but she got latched on to one man's
arm and looked like clinging there all night.' They finished their drinks
and John got up and refilled the glasses. Joan stood up too and shrugged
off her jacket and threw it on the bed.

   `I'm going into the bathroom to freshen up. Would you like to come too?'
she asked of Ann. She nodded and took off her short bolero style jacket and
picked up her small bag and followed Joan into the bathroom.

   Tom sensed something and shot along to the other curtain and pulled it
open and viewed into the bathroom. Both of the women had opened their bags
and Joan had just finished washing her face and was gently applying some
fresh make-up, very lightly. Ann was washing and as she dried her face and
hands she said, `When you said that we would go somewhere for a quiet
drink, I didn't think it would be in a motel room.'

   `Oh, we always do that,' replied Joan, dabbing her lips with a
tissue. `When we go out to a party we always stay at a motel for the
night. We have a baby sitter that sleeps over at the house as we don't like
creeping in at sometimes five o'clock in the morning. We'd rather have the
rest of the night to ourselves and go home at a decent time in the
morning. The baby sitter gets the breakfast and all that. It works out
fine.' Ann was doing her face at the big mirror, looking straight into
Tom's eyes though she couldn't see him. Joan kept up a rattling
conversation, `now don't be shocked, but confidentially, John said to me at
the last party we saw you at, now there's a lovely young woman. She could
talk intelligently, didn't get drunk and had a wonderful figure and it was
one woman that he wouldn't push out of bed. He said that, really. I laughed
at him and it made me envious of you.' Ann had coloured up a bit.

   `You shouldn't be envious of me,' she replied. `You've got a perfect
figure yourself and have great beauty as well.'

   `Well John was struck by you and that's why he asked if you'd like to
come for a drink with us, and I wanted you to come as well.'

   They finished doing their faces and went back into the bedroom. Tom
caught John speaking to them as he pulled the curtain closed on the
bathroom window.

   `Well have you been chewing over your mutual friends at the party?' Tom
moved back to the bedroom curtain and pulled it aside and looked into the
room. They were talking and drinking and the conversation slowly worked its
way round to sex as Tom guessed it would eventually. They talked of the
erotic arts, the Chinese prints, the Karma Sutra and other forms of sexual
literature. John's tie and shoes were off. Joan was curled up on the lower
end of the bed and Ann was propped up on the leather pillows.

   Joan stretched herself out across the bed and yawned, her blouse
tightened across her chest and they could all see that she was not wearing
a bra for the nipples were firmly outlined through the thin material. She
sat up and put one of her hands over one of Ann's as she looked at her
face.

   `Well I think it's time for bed.' Her voice went softer as she
continued. `Would you like to join us? Please don't be offended but John
has said that he would like you to share our bed and I would too. I think
it would be a wonderful way of us really getting to know one another. As I
said, please don't be offended by our offer for neither would we be if you
said no. John would drive you home and we could forget these last few
minutes, but I myself would like you to say yes.' She gave Ann's hand a
gentle squeeze. Ann, slightly red in the face, had obviously expected some
kind of proposal, looked down.

   `I...I...don't know what to say,' and she gave a little laugh. `I
should...well I feel a little flattered but...well...I...,' she gave a
quick nervous laugh. She tossed her head so that her hair swung about her
face. `Oh hell, why not,' she smiled. `I like both of you very much, but
I...I...er, haven't...I don't know...,' her voice trailed off.

   `Don't worry Ann darling,' Joan said soothingly. `Neither have I
before.'

   John, who had been gazing about the room with that air of abstract
boredom that plainly showed he waited desperately for the answer to be
yes. He beamed at them both now and silently raised his glass and toasted
the two women. Ann saw the gesture and raised her glass with a shy smile
and Joan picked hers up with a grin and drank. John got up and turned off
the main light, leaving on one small glowing lamp by the bed.

   `Make yourselves comfortable girls while I have a wash,' he said and
went into the bathroom and closed the door. Joan left the bed and started
undressing and draped her clothes over the back of a chair just leaving on
her brief panties.

   `Come Ann,' she said. `Don't be shy now. I'm sure you've got a perfect
figure. One to be proud of.' Ann gave a nervous laugh and swung off the bed
and quickly shed her clothes leaving her panties on as Joan had.

   `You've got a much better body than I have,' Joan said
admiringly. `Look. My legs are stumpy compared to yours and your tummy's
flatter than mine. And just look at these breasts! They droop so, not as
fine looking as yours are.'

   To Tom they both looked the same and were really very nice to look at
and they both also had good figures. Joan was making Ann feel better and
more confident by her chatter.

   `And just look at my bush,' Joan said as she slid her panties down. `All
tangled again. I trim it regular but it still looks like a wild garden.'
Ann now slipped down her panties and stepped out of them. `You look perfect
in all ways Ann,' exclaimed Joan and took her hand. `Come look,' and opened
the closet door right back so that they could both see themselves in the
full length mirror fixed to the inside of the door. `You look just divine.'

   While they were partially out of sight of the bathroom with the closet
door open, John emerged just wearing his shorts. He pulled back the bed
covers and dropped his shorts, his erect cock bouncing high as it came
free, and got into bed and made himself comfortable in the middle. The two
women turned and stepped towards the bed and John gave out a low whistle
and Ann coloured again as his eyes roved over her body.

   `Hasn't she got the most perfect figure John? Better than mine,' said
Joan. He sat up in bed and held a hand to each of them. Ann tentatively
took his proffered hand as Joan took the other and they walked round to
their respective sides of the bed as he pulled them towards him. Joan
climbed in one side of John and Ann slid in on the other. Her face coloured
more when the covers were lifted for to get in properly and saw his
erection hard and lying up on his stomach. Ann pulled the covers up but it
wouldn't come far enough up to cover her breasts.

   `Ann, you look wonderful,' John said.

   Joan leaned across his shoulder and said softly to Ann, `John is very
gentle and understanding.'

   John looked at Ann as she lay full length in the bed, the cover only
coming up as far as her midriff. Her breasts were very firm and the nipples
were red and rigid and she had a hesitant look on her face as John looked
at them.

   `Kiss me Ann,' he said very softly and bent his head towards her. Her
arms tentatively went up to his neck and she closed her eyes as they
kissed. He kissed her gently and passionately and made it a long kiss
before their lips parted, her eyes now open wide.

   `He kisses well,' Joan said from the other side of the bed having
watched them. Ann pulled his head down for another kiss and this time her
body moved as they did so. John's hand went to her breast and with his
palm, gently rubbed the taut nipple with a circular motion. He moved
slightly to her side and slowly pressed the other breast tighter to his
chest and his hand then moved down her body, pushing the bed cover at the
same time so that his fingers could be seen weaving their way through her
fine pubic hair. The hand came to a stop on her mound but the fingers had
moved out of sight but they could seen to move as he pushed them between
her thighs. The kiss held as she opened her legs and his fingers slipped
inside the wet lips and gently probed the vagina and clitoris.

   She broke off the kiss with a gasp for breath, beads of perspiration on
her forehead and between her breasts for his hand was still moving inside
her and she was becoming aroused. Her hand went down and grasped his erect
prick and held it firmly as she squeezed and moved her hand up and down on
his shaft.

   John's head went down and his mouth was firm on her breast as he sucked
and nibbled on the nipple and she gasped again as his hand began to move
faster and she too began to move hers the same. He swung a knee across her
leg and forced her legs to open wider as Joan eased off the bed cover
further down for more freedom of movement as John now lifted himself in
between Ann's now open legs. He paused for a moment looking down at Ann and
as he lowered himself down towards her, Joan took hold of his erection and
with her other hand, opened the lips to Ann's sex and guided John's tool
inside.

   Ann had stiffened at the feel of the extra hand touching her but relaxed
as she felt the head of his cock enter her wetness and begin its slide up
into her. She grunted as his full weight descended on her and her arms went
up round his neck as he levered himself up onto his elbows but with them
now joined together from the waist down. He smiled down at her and she
smiled back as he began to move and she moved too in time to his
rhythm. His cock was sliding in and out of her, giving her some exquisite
pleasure and felt Joan's hands begin to caress her breasts and could hear
her crooning about how wonderful her tits were. Ann gave herself up
completely to the erotic sensations that she felt. It was with grunts and
cries of pleasure that they both had their orgasm at the same time, him
shooting his load up inside as hers were released to mingle with his.

   John knew she had come because of the increase of slipperiness of the
inside of her tight little cunt that held his prick so firm. She knew his
load had entered her by the sudden increase of size of his cock head of the
prick embedded deep inside her as well as the small shudders he gave along
with his grunting.

   Joan was rubbing herself between her thighs as she rubbed Ann's tit and
though she didn't climax, she was wet enough and now ready for
anything. John finished his shafting of Ann with a few quick strokes and
then pulled out and rolled off of her and laid his head down onto one
breast. She gave out a little cry as he withdrew and as he laid his head
down on her, she gently stroked the back of his head, her eyes closed and a
dreamy expression on her face.

   `I hope you two haven't forgotten that I'm still here?' Joan
asked. Ann's eyes flew open, her face colouring again for she had forgotten
in the excitement of her orgasm. John lifted his head off Ann's tits and
smiled at Joan as he rolled off the bed and stood up and gave himself a
stretch. His dick was now limp hanging between his legs and he walked over
to his clothes and found a cigarette and lit it.

   `You're no good for me now, are you?' Joan said.

   `Give me a few minutes and I will be,' he grinned back at her. She
pouted her mouth at him and turned on her side and looked at Ann.

   `How was it?' queried Joan. `He was gentle wasn't he?' Ann nodded
dreamily.

   `It was so nice, so nice,' she murmured. `I haven't felt
so...so...satisfied for such a long time.' She nestled back contentedly.

   `That's two out of three satisfied so far,' Joan said. `I've got to
wait.' She placed her hand tentatively on Ann's flat stomach. `May I touch
you Ann?' she asked. `I've never touched another woman before.'

   `Neither have I,' Ann murmured as she nodded her head. Joan moved her
hands up and cupped one breast.

   `Your body is so firm and smooth,' she said as she rubbed the breast
more and shifted her body over the short space between them till their
bodies were touching. `May I kiss you?'

   Ann with her eyes open now, nodded and met Joan's lips with her own and
they kissed fiercely and passionately. Their bodies moved tighter together
as John sat and watched them through half closed eyes as the smoke curled
up from his mouth. Joan rolled back to the middle of the bed pulling Ann on
top of her, their lips still glued together as they continued the
kiss. Their breasts were flattened out against each other and their legs
entwined as they brought their mounds together and started rubbing them
against each other. Ann broke free from the kiss and arched her back high
and Joan's head came up and her mouth fastened hungrily on one of Ann's
breasts and they rocked like this for several minutes before Joan fell
back, panting.

   `Can I show you what John does to me sometimes?' she asked. Ann fell
forward and nodded and she rolled off Joan who swung herself round on the
bed and opened Ann's thighs with her hands and buried her mouth into Ann's
cunt. Ann gasped and put the edge of her hand into her mouth and writhed at
the touch of Joan, not with disgust but with pleasure and gave out a loud
purring noise past the edge of her hand. Joan sucked and bit, tongued and
probed and did more to Ann than what John had ever done to her. She lifted
her head after several minutes and grinned back at Ann.

   `That's what I try and get him to do, but he's only a man and it's very
difficult to explain exactly how it should be done. Did you like it?'

   `Like it?' exclaimed Ann, `it's...it's...oh, do it again,' she pleaded.

   `Will you do it to me at the same time?' Joan asked. For an answer, Ann
started to lift Joan's leg across her and Joan helped and straddled her and
bent her head down again into Ann's box. The classic sixty nine
position. John watched them, life slowly coming back to his prick on
watching this performance. Tom also watching, was bashing his meat
again. Both the women bucked and writhed on the bed and gave themselves up
to the mutual delight and both rocketed out their orgasms and cleaned each
other as they came. Then sated, Joan rolled over and they both lay there
gasping like fish out of water, head to tail on the bed. John now stood up
and clapped his hands in applause.

   `Wonderful,' he said. `Wonderful. But I think you forgot that I was
still here. Can I join the party?' Joan gestured weakly.

   `Climb aboard the sex express,' she said.

   `And have fun on the ride,' finished Ann. Joan turned round on the bed
and John climbed in between them again.

   `As much as I enjoyed watching you two beautiful girls having fun, it
was still too quick for me to rise again,' John said. With a mischievous
grin, Joan sat up.

   `I know how to raise the dead,' and she winked at Ann before she lowered
her head and took John's semi flaccid prick into her mouth. In its limp
state she was able to get her mouth completely over it, her lips pressed
right down to the root of his shaft.

   `Mmmmm,' she mouthed, breathing through her nose. With his cock stuffed
in her mouth, she gave the impression of having a meal as she chewed
it. She had to gasp for air as his cock started getting rigid and forcing
her to relinquish it bit by bit. Her head was slowly being forced back by
his growing tool. First the root was showing and then his prick just seemed
to be growing out from between her lips until all she had inside was the
head held firmly between her teeth.

   He squirmed with both pain and pleasure as her teeth scraped over the
uncovered head of his cock. With a sigh she released him completely and his
fiery red headed prick stood up for their inspection.

   `There,' she retorted. `I said I'd make the bloody thing rise up.' She
bent down again and fastened her teeth to the root of his now rampant
cock. `Come and join me Ann,' she said through her cock filled gritted
teeth.

   `I...I...never...Oh what the hell, there's not much left I haven't
done,' Ann said and bent her head to the other side of John's cock and
fastened her teeth opposite Joan's. With their noses touching, the two
women worked their teeth slowly up his shaft till their lips met at the top
of the glowing red beacon that was now throbbing and really pulsating. They
kissed with their lower lips resting on the top of his glowing prick.

   `Hey you two,' he called. `It's ready now.'

   They broke the kiss and Joan rolled over onto her back and parted her
legs for John to swing himself between her thighs as she used her fingers
to open wide the lips to her wet sex.

   `Now John,' she panted. `Now. Fuck me, come on and fuck me now!'

   He fell forward holding his prick with one hand to guide it into her and
released it as he entered her. He slid down until he was on top of his
wife, the full length of his prick inside her now. She started moving first
with her hips twisting at the same time as she moved back and forth on the
bed, her arms around his back.

   `Harder,' she urged him in a fierce whisper. `Hurt me. Push it
harder. Fuck me harder. Harder!'

   `Yes John, harder!' Ann exclaimed who was bouncing on the bed alongside
them, as excited as they were. `Fuck her. Fuck her harder!' Ann's own
fingers were well up inside herself, working away and bringing her up to a
feverish pitch in her excitement. John strained and strained, ramming
himself down harder each time he went forward into Joan. His balls slapping
at her arse as he pounded away. Ann's other hand suddenly encircled his
balls and followed his movements in and out, cushioning the slap and gently
massaging them as he drove his prick as deep as he could into his wife
Joan. Ann felt his balls twitch and pump as the hot sperm shot out of them
and the hardness of them go softer as they emptied. This actually being
able to feel this eruption of seed gave Ann an orgasm, hers coming at the
same time as Joan and their noises of their coming mingled in the air. The
three of them fell back exhausted on the bed.

   Tom cleaned himself up and prepared to leave. He guessed that they would
soon revive and start again, but in the meantime, he would go outside to
catch his breath and then look in somewhere else. As he closed the curtain
he heard Ann speak.

   `I'm glad I said yes and stayed.'

   `So are we,' one of the others answered.

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