Chapter 2
Slipping his foot from the accelerator Sam Coit downshifted as he wheeled his Porsche from the Interstate onto the access road, stopping as the two-lane intersected an even narrower farm-to-market road. A rectangular sign with a broad black arrow pointing to the right directed him five more miles down the winding country road to his final destination.
His hand flipped the turn signal, then immediately switched it off as his eyes were drawn down the access road to the flashing neon sign of a relatively new-appearing motel that announced the modern comforts of air conditioning, color television and a swimming pool. He smiled. Unless the old hometown's one and only hotel had completely undergone a remodeling during his absence, he had no desire to spend the weekend fighting off cockroaches after two long days on the road. Rationalizing away the daily inconvenience of the drive in and out of town in the name of comfort, he eased across the intersection and into the motel's parking lot.
The clerk behind the reception desk was a young girl fully engrossed in a rather battered copy of a confession magazine, while her mouth was equally occupied with an overly large cud of bubble gum. After three polite coughs and one rude ringing of the desk's bell, he finally managed to divert her gaze from the finger-smudged print. "A single for the weekend," he smiled in an attempt to be courteous, despite the girl's apparent natural abhorrence of politeness.
"No singles," she answered, her eyes once again straying to the magazine.
"Then a double," he returned, irritation creeping into his tone.
"No doubles," she replied, working the gum around in her mouth and dropping the magazine to her lap with a final resignation to the fact that she had a customer that had no intention of leaving until he received the service for which she was collecting her weekly check. "There's some type of reunion going on in a small town down the road a piece. They've got us all filled up except for the Presidential Suite."
Presidential Suite? The ridiculous became the absurd. Welcome back to the country, boy! He smiled to himself. He had been in the big city too long. He had forgotten how rural society attempts to imitate the questionable sophistication of urban dwellers.
"Is Gerry expected in this weekend?" he continued, refusing to let the matter drop.
"Huh?" she stared at him, not comprehending his meaning. His humor was completely lost on her.
"Gerry Ford, you know, the president whose suite is vacant at the moment," he went on. "If he's not expected to be using his room this weekend, I'd like it."
"Oh!" she answered, still unsure what he had said, but finally abandoning her chair and sliding a registration card and pen across the desk to him, waiting until he had filled it out and then dropping a key into his hand.
"Will you need a porter?" she asked as he turned to the door.
"No... " he stopped in mid-thought, remembering. "Is this county still dry?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "The nearest wet spot is about fifteen miles south of here, just across the county line."
"Then please send a porter around to my room," he smiled as he once more made his way toward the door.
Outside he glanced at the key: room 138. He grinned as an old joke that had been popular during his high school days came to mindƒ_"Tired of the same old sixty-nine? Then try one hundred and thirty-eight, it's twice the fun!
Sliding back into his car, he eased out of the driveway and found a vacant parking spot in front of his room. Inside, the "suite" was more than he had expected. There was a small living room containing a sofa and two chairs and the advertised color television. The bedroom was furnished with a king-size bed, while the small bath had one of those nifty bar-sized refrigerators tucked beneath the sink.
A knock came from the door. It was a shaggy-haired young man in a white frock-like coat and black pants, who announced he was "Billy Joe, the porter."
"What's the going rate for a case of cold beer and a fifth of good bourbon?" Sam asked.
His blindness apparently caught the young man completely off guard. His eyes nervously darted around under the uneven trim of his hair as if unsure what to answer. Sam reached into his hip pocket and produced his out-of-state driver's license and the reassurance for the porter that he was not some liquor control board officer out to make an easy bust of some enterprising young man who supplemented his income with a bit of bootlegging on the side.
"Fifteen should cover everything," Billy Joe smiled.
Handing him three fives from the wallet, Sam watched the young man go whistling around the corner of the building, only to return with a brown shopping bag containing four six packs and the requested fifth of bourbon before Sam managed to lug his suitcase in from the car.
"That's damn quick service," Sam smiled, accepting the bag and placing two of the six packs in the refrigerator. "I thought you'd have to make a drive to the county line."
"I keep a small supply in a janitor's closet," Billy Joe explained with a wide grin. "If a man gets the urge for a drink, he doesn't want to wait while I make a run. Besides it keeps down the business expenses."
The porter paused, then added, "If you need anything else, just ring the desk and ask for Billy Joe. They'll know what you want."
"I'll keep that in mind," Sam smiled.
"Sure you don't need anything for the night?" the young man questioned. "You've got enough beer for a little partying. Perhaps you'd like someone to help you drink it? You know, a female companion for the evening."
Sam's smile grew to an amused grin. Billy Joe was a shining star of entrepreneurism. Not only did he operate a quick-service bootlegging trade with little or no over head, but he apparently had the corner on the pimping concession as well.
"Think I'll pass tonight," Sam replied, watching the anticipatory dollar signs in Billy Joe's eyes fade. "But I'll keep you in mind if I should suddenly find I need something further."
"You do that," Billy Joe, bootlegger-pimp-porter, nodded with a wink as he left the room. "Just give the desk a ring."
Closing the door after the one-man business conglomerate, Sam pulled one of the cold beers from the bag and popped its top. In healthy gulps he drained away half the can, finishing it off in leisurely sips as he unpacked his suitcase and placed his clothes in the bedroom closet.
The drink did little except to remind him that eight hours had transpired since he stopped for lunch. Glancing around the room, he found a room-service menu on the nightstand beside the telephone. The fare was varied enough, but nothing seemed to strike his eye.
Besides, tonight was special. He was back in his old hometown and that called for home cooking. And just down the road was one of the best home-cooking restaurants he'd ever found. The short drive would also give him a chance to give his old stomping ground the once-over.
Carefully locking his room behind him, just in case Billy Joe's illegal activities ran along the line of burglary, Sam once more climbed into his Porsche and wheeled onto the farm-to-market road and headed toward town.
In a matter of minutes, he found himself in a world that could have come from ten years out of his past. The old town was virtually unchanged. He drove by a road side hamburger joint bearing the name Bo's Hamburger Heaven, noting the several cars that moved in an endless circle around the drive-in. The drivers and their passengers were all male, their eyes hungrily perusing the customers inside, who were all young and female.
The scene was familiar. He knew it all too well, having spent more than one evening as a kid cruising around the same drive-in with the vain hope of picking up a piece of ass. However the normal outcome of such an evening was an empty tank of gas and a lot of big talk about what would occur should one of those sweet young things ever find their way into the backseat of the car.
Smiling, he turned at the town's only stop light, heading for the core of the hamlet, which consisted of several businesses built on a square that surrounded the county courthouse. He passed the hallowed halls of his old high school, not surprised to find that the only change was the addition of a new football field.
Football apparently remained the main activity of small town schools. It was a sport that meant the possibility of college scholarships and a dream of making it to the big time as a pro player. A dream that somehow always seemed to elude the grasp of the majority of most high school superstars.
He eased around the town square, noting the familiar buildings that had stood there ten years ago. Here and there new names were on store fronts, but nothing had really changed.
He found his objective, Crane's Cafe, on the east side of the square. Inside it was deserted except for an attractive red-haired waitress who was busily arranging glasses on a tray. She looked up and smiled as he entered and seated himself at the counter.
"I'd offer you a menu," she said, "but it's almost closing time and I doubt that I can get the cook to fix up anything more than a hamburger or a cold sandwich."
So much for home cooking, he grimaced silently as he went ahead and ordered, "A hamburger will be fine. And a cup of coffee with a piece of pecan pie, if you happen to have any."
"Got it," she nodded, her eyes carefully studying him as she jotted down his order. "Have it all here in a couple of minutes."
Again she smiled, her eyes lingering, not so much in flirtation, but as if she recognized him. He glanced at the black and white name tag pinned to the collar of her uniformƒ_"EVELYN. He tried to place her in his own memories, but could find no Evelyn that he had ever known, though he would have been glad to get to know this one better.
"That'll be fine," he nodded, taking the opportunity to do some over-the-counter studying of his own as she walked away and returned with the coffee and pie. Framed by short hair styled in a girlish flip at the ends was a very attractive face. While he could have never described her as beautiful, she definitely was able to hold his attention. She had deep green eyes that held his gaze for several seconds, almost causing him to overlook her full sensual mouth. There were a few freckles sprinkled on her cheeks, but they only enhanced her girlish attractiveness rather than detracting from it.
Her regulation white uniform did nothing to stir the imagination. However, her legs more than made up for it. They were long, coltish legs with slim and shapely gentle slopes that invited a man's eyes up along their smooth curves to discover the hidden pleasures of their junction.
Interesting, very interesting, he mused, allowing his eyes to rove along the supple lines of those long legs one more time before he turned to his coffee. He sipped slowly, nursing the cup until his hamburger arrived.
He ate slowly, aware of Evelyn's sideways glances and her expression of uncertain recognition. Again he searched his memories, but was unable to find an Evelyn there.
Eventually, the young woman's curiosity won out and she came back to his position at the counter, "I'm sorry to bother you, but ever since you walked in that door, I've had the feeling we've met before."
"That's supposed to be my line," he grinned up to her.
She smiled, but went on, "It's just occurred to me who you are. You're Tom Coit. I doubt if you remember me, but I'm Evelyn Traggston."
"Sorry, you've got the wrong Coit," he answered. "But I'd be glad to take Tom's place. I'm Sam Coit, Tom's older brother."
"Oh?" there was a touch of disappointment in her voice, then she laughed. "I guess you probably don't remember me, either."
He did, but she was a far cry from the tomboyish little girl who use to follow his brother around hoping that he would notice her. Things had changed around the old town and Evelyn was definitely a change for the better. Tough luck, Tom, he mentally checked off his brother's loss.
The conversation was easy from that point, like old friends meeting after a long separation, although neither of them had ever been friends. But then, he saw no reason why a friendship couldn't blossom now.
There was the usual small talk, a brief exchange of life histories and question about families. But he brought forth a more than interested reaction from the young redhead when he revealed he was unmarried.
"The only thing I don't understand is why you've come back here," Evelyn said. "Your family moved away eight years ago."
"High school reunion and I just wanted to see the old town again," he explained. "I'm staying at a motel out by the Interstate."
"The Caravan?" she questioned and was answered by a nod. She paused a minute as if unsure of herself, "Look, I get off in about thirty minutes. There's no reason why you should be alone your first night back in town. Why don't you come over to my place for a drink?"
"That sounds like one hell of a nice offer," he grinned. "And I'll take you up on it as soon as I have a chance to get myself cleaned up."
"Good," she smiled. "The address is 706 Sky Street."
"Give me an hour and I'll be there," he answered, paying his tab and leaving the cafe.
Back at the motel, he hastily stripped, then stepped into the shower, letting the full force of the water jets massage away the stiffness of his two-day drive. A hot shave and he felt like a new man in a matter of minutes.
From the refrigerator he retrieved another beer and took a deep swig, then walked to the closet, selecting a pair of double-knit slacks and a fresh shirt. His thoughts of the possibilities that could present themselves with long-legged Evelyn that night were interrupted by a knock at the door.
Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked into the living room, opened the door a few inches and peered out.
"Hi! Mind if we come in?"
It was Evelyn. And standing at her side was a blonde girl he had never laid eyes on before in his life.
"Sure," he smiled, opening the door to them. "That is, if you're not shocked by half-naked men. But hey, wasn't I going to your place?"
Evelyn returned his smile, her eyes drifting to the towel around his waist, letting him know there were no objections to his informal attire. The blonde giggled rather nervously, aware that she was an intruder.
The blonde was far from being an unattractive woman and her attributes were more than obvious. She was the type of woman a second story man dreams of being marooned with on a desert island. Stacked was his quite appropriate description of her double-barreled forty-fives. They were easily that if they were an inch.
"You were, but I started thinking about it. This is still a small town and there's no reason for giving the gossips any more fuel for their rumors," Evelyn answered, a strange little smile forming on both the women's lips at the last statement. "By the way, Sam, this is my roommate, Linda. I thought she was going to be out tonight, but her date was sick. I hope you don't mind. I didn't want to leave her sitting around the house moping."
A chaperone? He was confused. Why else would she have brought a friend along?
"We even brought along our own bottle," Evelyn said, holding up a fifth of bourbon. "Thought we might have a party."
"Sounds great," he smiled. It didn't, but then it beat the prospect of spending the remainder of the evening watching the television. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll get into some clothes."
"Ohhhh! You really don't have to change, do you?" It was super-stacked Linda. "I like you the way you are. Half-naked men are sexy!"
His confusion grew. Apparently they were out to see if they could embarrass him. It wouldn't work.
"No reason to change at all," he grinned. "I'm quite comfortable and if you don't mind, then I'll stay this way."
"Well, I mind," Evelyn answered. "It's not fair. Why should you be so relaxed when we're dressed like this?" Actually they were dressed quite casually in slacks and blouses, but he was willing to play their game to the end, "There's more towels in the bathroom if you'd care to join me."
The redhead smiled as he sat back on the sofa, "Linda, why don't we mix some drinks and get this party started? Are the glasses in the bathroom?"
He nodded and watched as the two women walked from the room. There were some muffled whispers and chuckles. Then Evelyn returned carrying two bourbons-and-water. But his eyes were riveted to the new attire she wore. She had shed her clothes in favor of a bath towel, as he had suggested.
He knew his face was covered in some stupid expression of complete surprise, but the red-haired beauty didn't seem to mind, as his eyes drifted over the scanty towel that was tucked together under one of her arms, revealing a long open strip of tantalizing flesh running down her side. His eyes were allowed a titillating glimpse of the rounded bulge of a small breast and the emphatic slope of a buttock. The bottom of the white towel barely covered her crotch, making those deliriously long, slender legs appear twice as long as they were. He somehow managed to take the drink she proffered, while keeping his gaze locked on the enticing portrait she presented for his feasting eyes.
"Linda will be out in a moment," she smiled, obviously pleased with the effects she was having on him. "She's in the bathroom changing, but she's probably having difficulties. I took the last bath towel."
He laughed, "Somehow, I get the feeling that you two girls have come here to seduce an innocent traveler."
"That's what you planned to try with me, isn't it?" her coy smile widened.
"The thought had crossed my mind," he nodded.
"Then all I did was turn the tables," she sipped at her drink. "How do you like being the seductee, rather than the seducer?"
"I like the way you think. But what about Linda?"
"She agrees with me, or she wouldn't be in there changing."
"My god!" he laughed. "I'm the object of a female gang-bang!"
It was her turn to chuckle, "I guess so. You've got only one course of action... relax and enjoy it!"
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, placing his drink on an end table and opening his arms to her. His crotch was doing all sorts of wild gymnastics at the proposal that had just been handed him on a silver platter.
But before the redhead could move to him, Linda's voice broke in, "Hey! I've been shortchanged!"
The blonde stood in the doorway holding a hand towel before her. The small piece of cloth, while covering the tremendous bulges of her tits, did nothing to hide the light brown fur bushed over her pubis. She stood there, her pussy exposed to man and woman, grinning ear to ear.
"Well, so much for clothes," she announced, tossing the small towel to the floor. "I guess we might as well get down to the real nitty-gritty!"
"Agreed," he heard Evelyn say somewhere in the back of his mind, as his full attention was devoted to the naked blonde that casually strolled across the room toward him. Her flaring hips swayed in an exaggerated motion, while pendulously dancing on her chest were two watermelon-sized tits, white, smooth and soft-looking. Each fleshy pillow was topped by a red-brown nipple and matching aurora. The very titsy blonde smiled hungrily as her eyes met his.
"Damn! Super-jugs Linda does it again!" Evelyn pouted, drawing his attention back to her. "I hope you're not one of those men who are prejudiced against women with small breasts."
"Not at all," he answered the redhead, who also had disposed of her towel and stood completely naked before him.
Small, rounded like overly plump apples, her breasts pushed out from her chest in a slightly uptilted angle. The fleshy peaks of her nipples had already stiffened with arousal.
His eyes were also treated to the alluring view of her unveiled legs. Sleek and supple, they ran upward, eventually leading his gaze to the soft muff of her cunt. Auburn in color, her bush was neatly rimmed to a perfect triangle. The cleft of her vulva was discernible through the silk-like strands.
Two women and one man. He wasn't exactly sure how to handle the provocative situation. Although he was willing to give it his best!
It was a problem neither gave him time to ponder as they both bounced to the couch and dropped to either side of him.
"Every woman for herself!" he heard the super-jugged blonde, as Evelyn had labeled her, call out. Then there was squeal of delight and a flurry of woman-flesh descended on him.
Evelyn's mouth covered his and someone jerked the towel away from his waist, exposing the rigid length of cock he sported. As that twisting and turning oral probe drilled enthusiastically toward his tonsils, a hand gently gripped his prick and eased up and down its firmness. He moaned as another hand encircled his balls and teasingly squeezed.
His own hands were abreast, as it were, of the situation. In the right was Linda's melon-sized pillow of so squeezable tit. Kneading his fingers into the marshmallowy ball of flesh, he worked her mammoth mammary like a ball of dough, squeezing and fondling and tugging and rolling it on her chest. Muffled sighs of pleasure came in answer to the arousal he ignited within the blonde.
Meanwhile the fingers of his left hand softly titillated the equally delightful roundness of Evelyn's perfectly shaped breast. Circling, his fingertips fully explored the sleek smoothness of the high-perched orb, eventually finding and pressing the firm little mushroom topping her breast.
The sensations were fantastic! Two tits so wonderfully different and so provocativeƒ_"to be able to process them at the same time! The experience was unbelievable!
The flicking and darting tongue that filled his mouth slowly withdrew and the red-haired waitress eased away from him, her green eyes glowing with an emerald fire of desire. Her movement revealed the reason why the blonde's moans had been muffled. While his hand busied Evelyn's left tit, Linda's mouth occupied the other.
Fire leaping through his groin, he watched as the woman's pink tongue traced moist circles around the dark bud of the slim woman's nipple. The tender treatment sent quivering thrills of pleasure racing through the redhead. She moaned and arched her chest to the hungry feminine mouth that opened to devour her flesh.
The blonde's cheeks sank inward as she sucked at the womanly morsel. One of her hands slid up the girl's side and cupped under her delicate breast, squeezing it with decided relish. The pink titflesh turned white under the firm pressure of her fingers.
It suddenly dawned on him that neither Evelyn nor Linda were new to this game. He wondered how many other men had been treated to this fascinating duo with their AC-DC needs. It didn't matter, though. All that mattered was that they were here with him now.
The blonde abruptly relinquished her oral hold on the other woman's breast and raised her head, smiling at him. The redhead's eyes fluttered open, misted with pleasure as she glanced at her roommate and then at him.
"Does it bother you? I mean, Evelyn and me?" Linda questioned, unsure of his reaction to their woman-to-woman sex. "Some men are turned off by it."
"Do I feel like I'm turned off?" he asked, her hand squeezing around his swollen pole of cock and a smile upturning her lips in answer. "However, it does bother me that I've got two sexy women in my arms and we're all cramped up on this sofa while there's a perfectly good king-size bed going unused in the bedroom!"
"I think the man just said he wants to get us in his bed!" the fiery-haired beauty on his right grinned "What do you think we ought to do about that?"
"I think we ought to take him up on the offer!" Linda smiled.
There was a sudden flurry of naked flesh as the two women and one man made a hasty adjournment to the bedroom and flounced down on the over-sized bed.
Again he found himself covered with willing and ready woman, or two women as the case was. This time, Linda's mouth covered his, opening for the probing explorations of his tongue. Rolling to his back, he pulled her atop him, the pendulous cushions of her tits crushed against his chest.
He felt softly demanding hands working between his legs, spreading them wide. It was the slimly built waitress, opening both their thighs. For several fantastic minutes, her hands taunted his balls and prick, while alternating with fleeting strokes over the knoll of the blonde's cunt.
He felt another mouth on him, firmly connected to his cock. Her lust growing, the redhead's lips opened and accepted the turgid length of his sex into the sweet haven of her mouth. She licked and sucked at him, filling her face with the swollen mass of his prick. Up and down her head bobbed as she impaled herself on his lance of lust.
Suddenly her mouth abandoned the stiff rod of his need and she pressed her lips to the upturned slit of the blonde's cunt. Gently, but with fervid eagerness, her tongue tickled along the tremulous groove of the other woman's outer labia, tasting the feminine juices that flowed from her vagina.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" the blonde groaned, pulling her mouth from his. "God! That's it! That's it!"
The red-haired girl's cunt lapping increased as her artful oral digit reamed into the pink-lipped slash of the other woman's vulva and drilled into her cuntal channel, swirling around in the aroused fluids of her body.
With the same suddenness with which she had left his prick, Evelyn pulled away from the pussy she was eating. Her hand pulled at his cock once again. She swallowed up the lust-laden spike of his sex. Her mouth immediately resumed its ardent sucking and licking, while her fingers toyed and teased at the blonde's hot hole.
Reaching down, he found one of Evelyn's legs and tugged her around toward him, exposing the moist cleft of her own loins. He slid a hand down the sleek suppleness of the interior of her thighs, his fingers firmly closing around the rise of her cunt.
The action was like electricity. Pleasure coursed through the young woman's body. The reaction was immediately felt on his cock and in the blonde's pussy, as the waitress's mouth and fingers vigorously expressed their appreciation of his actions.
Encompassing the mound of her need in his palm, he squeezed and rubbed it. The flow of her excitement oozed wetly into his fingers. She moaned around the thick tube of manmeat stuffing her face.
Tickling a finger into the juicy tunnel of her pussy, he finger-fucked her in tempo with the up and down motion of her mouth wrapped around his shaft. His thumb sought and found the extended nubbin of her clitoris and lasciviously rolled the tender button back and forth.
Her head jerked off his cock and she groaned in protest, "Nooooo! Not with your fingers! We came for this!"
Her hand tightened determinedly around his cock to make sure he knew what she wanted.
He grinned, glancing at the blonde laying half on and half off him. She nodded in agreement. They had come for the one thing their woman-to-woman relationship could not provideƒ_"cock!
He was ready and willing to see that they got exactly what they wanted!
But, as he had already stated to Evelyn, there was only one major problem separating them from the fulfillment of their needs. He was only one man and they were two women. He either had to fuck Evelyn while Linda watched or waited in the other room, or vice versa. There was just no way one cock could fill two prick-hungry pussy's at the same time.
Or was there?
They were admitted lovers and there should be no objections to the plan he had in mind.
"Evelyn, get that pretty little ass of yours up here and lie on your back," he ordered.
She looked up at him, puzzled. But she complied, her small apple-like breasts bobbing delightfully on her chest as she scooted around and stretched out on her back. Her long, shapely legs involuntarily opened to give him and her roommate an unobstructed view of her slightly pouting cunt.
"Now, Linda, straddle her on your hands and knees," he told the blonde.
"But we want cock not...
"That's exactly what you're going to get... if you'll do as I say," he interrupted. "Besides, I like you two together. It's sexy as hell!"
Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, as she scurried to meet his request. Her pendulous tits hung heavily from her chest, swaying gently. The two women's nipples brushed lightly against each other, sending shimmering waves of goose-flesh over their bodies. There was no doubt these two chick grooved on each other. A fact he planned to put to full use.
With Linda in place with a knee firmly planted to each side of Evelyn's outstretched body, he moved to the foot of the bed and crawled behind the kneeling blonde.
From his vantage point, the view he was presented with was one that erotic photographers would be willing to pay a small bundle just to snap one picture. Besides the inviting touch of their breasts, his eyes now hungrily devoured the sleek oval cheeks of the blonde's most womanly ass and the wet, open lips of the red-head's cunt It was a sight that he would never forget. Two women ready and waiting to be takenƒ_"to be taken by him!
Moving into the open invitation of Evelyn's legs, he positioned himself behind the super-jugged blonde, allowing one hand to lovingly rove over the milk white mounds of her ass cheeks, which jutted into the air like over-ripe melons just right for the picking. His other hand ran under the kneeling woman's spread thighs and once more squeezed down around the pulsing knoll of the waitress's cunt.
Both women moaned softly, an excited chorus of desire that set his erect cock to jerking and twitching stiffly. Abandoning Evelyn for a moment, he reached out and grasped Linda's hips. She shivered, an urgent moan rolling from her throat. Her ass waggled at him, fully exposing the dew-like dampness of her hungry slit.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Give me that big cock of yours!" she moaned.
He could even hear Evelyn whimpering softly below, excited by the fact that her lover was about to get fucked while she kneeled above her supine and equally wanton body.
From behind, his hips lashed inward in one mighty surge. He slammed himself into her. Burying his prick to the hilt, he ground his pelvis into the smooth pads of her hindcheeks.
She was wet. His cock slithered into the slippery depths of her cuntal cleft with no resistance. Her pussy clutched around him, enveloping his length in sexual warmth.
"Ah... ahh... mmmmmmmmmm," she gasped-sighed, as his pole anchored itself into the silken interior of her cunt.
"Now," she whispered so that both the women could hear. "I'm going to give this tight pussy of yours exactly what it wants!"
Firmly holding her hips, he wrenched out of her vagina and slammed back again. Hard and fast, he jack-hammered into the downward-turned channel of her sex. Deep and long, his throbbing rod poled relentlessly into her, feeding the growing fires of passion that flared in her loins.
Her body jerked and shook involuntarily under the impacts of his thrusts. Her legs and arms quivered as each pounding plunge filled her with the bigness of his swollen prong.
Evelyn's hands were suddenly there, playing with his balls and politely toying with the blonde's clit. He moaned with surprise and pleasure. The action was unexpected, but exactly what Linda needed. However, he found himself mentally going over the multiplication tables to keep from blowing the growing ball of need that burned in his groin.
Violently he jammed forward, sinking the full column of his cock into the blonde's sluice-like cunt. The knobby crown of his prick banged at her cervix. She groaned as the sudden jolt of pleasure-pain blasted through her body. Her arms and legs turned to water and she collapsed. His cock slipped from the juice-filled tunnel of her pussy as he toppled down onto her back.
"Nooooooo!" the blonde moaned.
Evelyn grunted under the weight of their combined bodies. Then she moaned as his cockshead found the splayed lips of her vulva and rammed forward.
This wasn't exactly what he had planned. He had hoped to bring Linda off before entering the redhead. But he wasn't complaining, as Evelyn concentrated on squeezing the tight muscles of her cuntal walls around the pulsating stalk of cock implanted in her pussy.
With the big-breasted blonde sandwiched between them, he humped and pumped. His shaft poled deeply into the new sheath of spongy cunt surrounding it.
"That's it! Fuck! It feels so damn good!" a voice groaned from the bottom of the pile of bodies.
It did! There was no doubt about that. Even if Linda's sleek asscheeks prevented him from attaining the full penetration he desired, it still felt good. Damn good!
Up and down, his ass jerked, driving his cock into the deliciously hot hole of the wanton waitress. Even though he rode atop the blonde's back, he could feel and hear her aroused thrashing beneath him.
"Wait! Please! Don't!" the red-haired woman pleaded.
But it was too late. He had already done it. He jerked free of her body and once more slithered into the heated innermost core of Linda's cunt. The blonde came alive. Her ass jerked and swished around with each pumping stroke of his loins.
"Oh, baby!" she groaned.
But once again, he jerked free of her slippery love channel, lowered his arm a bit and sent himself shooting into the throbbing quim of the woman below them.
The sensation of taking two women at the same time had him in a daze. His mind reeled under the erotic impact of the situation. If it was having half the effect on them that it was on him, they would be soaring to the destination he worked so hard to attain in a matter of seconds.
Out he pulled, hiking his hips and slamming into the upper-level pussy. He filled Linda once more with the hot piston of his cock. She groaned, rocking with growing need. Her cunt gripped and squeezed at him in desperation.
"Close!" she grunted, as her ass bucked and hunched into his pelvis. "Close!"
She was. With a few more stiff, hard thrusts, she came, squealing out her full delight in the orgasmic bliss filling her body. She thrashed and hugged the woman below her as her body released the tidal waves of ultimate pleasure.
He now directed his full attention to the auburn-fleeced cunt that still ached for the satisfaction of the cock it had come to his motel room to get. Drilling deep into the juice-slickened haven of Evelyn's pussy, he packed every inch he could into the crimson cleft of her belly. She writhed and hunched up to accept his meaty offering. In and out, he hammering into her body, giving her all he could while her senses were heightened by the passionate thrashings of her roommate.
As with super-jugged Linda, it didn't take all that much more to bring her off. As the redhead cried out the fiery pleasure of her released lust, he allowed himself to drop the control he had exerted over his testicles.
Filled with the satisfaction of having managed to give two women exactly what they wanted, he came. His lust and desire spurted free in a hot rush that quickly filled the tight, contracting channel of the waitress's cunt.
Shaking and quivering from the force of his release, he just managed to ease himself from the red-haired young woman and lift his cock into Linda's still throbbing pussy, where he deposited the last few drops of his emptying balls.
Together, two women and one man, they lay, one atop the other, satisfied and exhausted.