Chapter 1
Nancy Volmering woke from a light doze in the front seat of the Toronado as its wheels bounced on an off-street ramp. She stared uncomprehendingly for an instant at the lights of the motel before which the car stopped, then at her nephew, Dave Volmering, behind the wheel of the car, and finally at the back seat where her friends, Elaine Stacer and Karen Page, were picking up handbags preparatory to alighting.
Nancy glanced at her watch. It was 8:30 P.M. "Where are we?" she asked, stifling a yawn.
"Big Spring, Texas," Elaine said from the back seat.
"And we've come 700 miles in thirteen hours," Karen said.
"Dave's a good driver," Nancy said.
"Listen, before we go inside, let's do some figuring," Elaine proposed. "We all want to hold expenses down. Nancy, how about you and Dave sharing a room together? You can call yourselves brother and sister, and we can save a couple of bucks."
Nancy hesitated. "I don't mind," she said slowly, and glanced at Dave, "if Dave doesn't."
Dave Volmering had lighted a cigarette as soon as the car stopped. He drew on it now, sitting in the half-darkness of the Toronado, and the glow illuminated his tanned, good-looking features and thick-necked, wide-shouldered upper body in a T-shirt. "I don't mind," he said quietly. His voice was a heavy-sounding bass, oddly at contrast with his youthful appearance. Dave's father was Nancy's oldest uncle, and there was only eight years difference between Nancy and Dave.
"Then let's go," Elaine said briskly.
There was the sound of clicking door locks opening. Nancy opened her door and slid stiffly from the seat. She smoothed the skirt of her dress over her plump hips and stretched languidly. Nancy Volmering was twenty-eight, brown-eyed, dark-haired, ivory-complexioned, chubby, and quietly attractive. Along with her friends, Elaine and Karen, she was a schoolteacher in the Phoenix grammar school system. They had started from Phoenix that morning upon an unexpected vacation caused by the Arizona state fire marshal's closing down their school until its fire escapes were improved. Dave had been coaxed into serving as chauffeur for a trip to New Orleans and the Mardi Gras.
Nancy followed her friends into the motel office. "Gee, it's a lot more chilly here than it is in Phoenix," Karen shivered. She held out a smooth, silky-skinned forearm, displaying goose bumps.
Karen was a gray-eyed blonde who taught phys ed. Elaine was a spectacular redhead, blue-eyed, and a divorcee. She was a year older than Nancy, Karen a year younger.
Elaine bargained at the registration desk for double rooms with a bath between. They all registered, Nancy signing for Dave. Outside, Dave had left the car and was standing beside the swimming pool. "Think I'll take a dip," he said, accepting the room keys Elaine handed him. He went back to the Toronado in a graceful stride and drove it to their rooms, where he opened the doors. He unlocked the trunk and removed the girls' overnight bags and his own flight bag-there was more luggage on the Toronado's roof-rack-and carried the four bags effortlessly inside.
Elaine watched the performance with a speculative gleam in her eye. "That's quite an animal you have for a nephew," she remarked to Nancy.
"That's what they used to call him in high school," Nancy smiled. "'The Animal.' He ran over people."
"He's a little scary," Karen said seriously. "He looks so strong, and he says so little. Nancy, you'll have to keep him out of the bathroom while we're doing our business in there."
"There'll be no problem," Nancy promised.
The girls went into the nearer double room. Elaine's and Karen's bags were on the luggage racks. "Was he serious about going for a swim?" Elaine asked Nancy. "That night air is cold."
"Dave never says anything he doesn't mean," Nancy assured her. "He's-" She broke off as the bathroom door opened and Dave appeared in the doorway. He was already in swimming trunks. His mahogany-tanned body was wedge-shaped from shoulders to waist. Thick, dark hair curled on his chest and his heavy thighs. "I put your bag in the other room, Nan," he announced. "Anyone gonna join me?"
"Too cold," Elaine and Karen said together. Nancy just shook her head. Dave turned and padded barefoot through the bathroom into the connecting double room beyond and went out the door toward the swimming pool.
"Now, that's some kind of brute," Elaine declared. "How old is he, Nancy?"
"Twenty," Nancy replied. "But he's already had almost two years in the Marines." She hesitated. "I probably shouldn't say this, but he received an unsatisfactory discharge after a fight with a drill instructor."
"He looks it," Karen said. "Listen, I'm going to use the bathroom while the coast is clear. I've been holding a pee for the last two hours." She entered the bathroom, already pulling her dress up above her waist before she half-closed the door.
"I'm kind of glad he agreed to drive us to New Orleans, though," Elaine said. "With him along, we shouldn't have any trouble with wolves. That we don't want to have, I mean."
"He has a friend in New Orleans," Nancy explained. "A boy named Harry Scott who's a couple of years older. They were in the Marines together. Dave is-"
"Nancy!" Karen squealed amidst a frantic rustling of clothing. "He's in the other room and the bathroom door is open!"
Nancy hurried through the bathroom's gleaming tile as Karen ducked out of the bathroom into the bedroom, still pulling down her skirt. Dave was standing at the night table in the second bedroom, lighting a cigarette, his muscular body shining with pool water. "Listen," Nancy said to him. "Let's manage this bathroom door bit a little better, all right? You're making the girls nervous."
"Is that right?" Dave asked. He smiled quizzically, one eyebrow quirked upward. "I don't make you nervous, Nan?"
"Me? Why, I-don't be silly!" Surprise colored Nancy's response. She was embarrassed to find that the surprise was tinged by a bit of an unexplained fluttery sensation.
Dave's smile widened but he didn't say anything. Instead, he marched from the bedroom through the bathroom and knocked with elaborate formality upon the door at its far end. Elaine opened the door, then took an involuntary backward step at sight of the nearly nude male body in such close juxtaposition to her own.
Dave thrust his head inside the other bedroom. "Hey, Karen!" he called in his heavy voice.
"Yes, Dave?" the athletic-looking blonde replied.
"Why don't you show it to me now so you won't have to keep hiding it for the whole trip?"
He turned away at the sound of Karen's indignant snort, grinning. Elaine laughed, and even Nancy smiled. Back in Nancy's bedroom, Dave removed rolled slacks and a bright yellow T-shirt from his flight bag. "I'm going downtown and mouse around," he told Nancy. "Leave the door open so I won't wake you when I get in."
"I will not leave the door open!" Nancy returned indignantly. "In a strange place like this? And please remember that you have to drive tomorrow."
"Okay, okay," Dave said. He started to peel down his wet swim trunks. Nancy had a glimpse of white, untanned flesh before she beat a hurried retreat into the other bedroom.
Elaine and Karen already had their bags open. Cosmetics lined the boudoir table, and a pair of boyish-looking pajamas adorned Karen's bed while a frilly-looking nightgown was tossed casually on Elaine's. "He's going downtown," Nancy told the others. "Can you imagine the sheer animal energy after that drive today?"
"Doesn't he want to eat?" Elaine inquired.
"He said earlier he'd been nibbling all day and didn't want a meal."
"I only want coffee myself," Karen said. "Then I'm going to sack in."
"Without showing it to Dave?" Elaine teased.
Karen blushed, a slow-rising tide of color that enveloped her usually pale features. "You cut that out," she said warningly.
They went to the coffee shop, had a snack, and returned to their rooms. Nancy sat down in an armchair with a relaxed sigh as Elaine and Karen began to undress. Elaine was more plump even than Nancy, who stood an inch taller, but with a superb athletic figure reflecting the tennis and field hockey she had played in college.
Nancy sighed as Elaine's smooth-flowing curves were swathed in her nightgown, which was so sheer that the redhead's strawberry-nippled full breasts and wide-spanned silky buttocks twinkled in now-you-see-them-now-you-don't fashion through the gossamer material. "God, Elaine," she said fervently, "I'd really give something to have milky-looking skin like yours. When I strip, I look like an octaroon."
"Then there should be more octaroons," Elaine returned. "Your skin is like cream, and you know it." The thin stuff of her nightie clung to Elaine's mound and between her thighs, outlining her bushy pubic hair. Elaine unconcernedly plucked it free.
"How d'you like that jungle she's got down there?" Karen inquired of Nancy. Karen had undressed to bra and briefs. "She got her share of pussy hair and mine, too." The blonde girl skimmed down her briefs and reached for her pajama bottoms, displaying wispy light-colored tight curls adorning her pink slit.
Elaine took two quick steps and stayed Karen's hand when the blonde would have drawn up the pajama bottoms. Karen twisted around, and Elaine fondled the athletic-looking blonde's nude hind cheeks which glistened in the lamplight. "Stop it, Elaine!" Karen warned as Elaine's palm spatted sharply upon a sleek globe.
Elaine paid no attention. "What about it, Nancy?" she inquired. "Shall we give her a trip around the world?
"It's tempting," Nancy admitted with a smile, "but I'm too tired. Let's save it for a night we're full of vinegar."
Elaine reluctantly released Karen's wrist, which she had been holding, and the blonde girl hurriedly stuffed her naked bottom into the pajama bottoms. "You two must think I'm some kind of sex toy," she declared. "What's so fascinating about my hind end?"
"The fact that it's virginal," Nancy said with a wink at Elaine. "You can't hardly find that kind no more."
"I should never have told you two sex maniacs that," Karen said, coloring warmly. "And I never would have except I had too much wine that night."
"Where else can a girl go these days to get her tongue into a virgin cunt?" Elaine asked, returning Nancy's wink.
"Now stop it!" Karen said sharply. "You know I don't like that kind of talk."
"I think your subconscious probably loves it," Elaine said. "You certainly love the tongue when you're getting it."
Karen stripped the cover from the bed and slid under the sheet. "I've heard about enough," she said. "Good night."
"These inhibited types," Elaine said to Nancy with a mock sigh.
Nancy smiled, then rose from her chair. "See you in the morning," she said. "I've about had it. I hope Dave doesn't make too much noise when he comes in."
"It's really a dirty trick, doubling you up with him," Elaine apologized. "But since we're splitting expenses three ways and absorbing his for his services as driver, I didn't think you'd mind."
"I don't," Nancy assured her. "I'm saving my money for New Orleans. And Dave has been around our house since he was a toddler." She frowned. "He's different since he got out of the Marines, though."
"Different in what way?"
"Oh, I don't know," Nancy said vaguely. "Tougher. Harder. More-more ruthless, I guess, I guess. I don't know. And he was never an angel." She had made the analysis musingly, thinking aloud. She roused herself. "Good night."
"Good night," Elaine echoed from in front of the bureau and Karen from her bed.
Nancy walked through the bathroom to the other double room, undressed and put on her nightgown, placed robe and slippers over the foot of the bed, and slipped between the sheets with a tired sigh. It had been a long day, and she fell asleep almost at once.
The telephone on the night table jangled noisily, startling her. She groped for the receiver while a glance at her watch told her she had been asleep less than an hour. Who could be calling when no one knew they were stopping here? "Yes?" she said sleepily.
"Hey, Nan!" Dave's hearty voice blasted her eardrum. In the background Nancy could hear music. "Shuck on out've that room and move in with the girls for an hour. I'm bringin' a friend back with me."
"You're-you're what?" Nancy asked uncomprehendingly. She was still not fully awake.
"Ahhhhhh, for Christ sake!" Dave sounded disgusted. "Do I have to draw you a diagram? I'm bringin' a broad back for a little fuck-fuck. We'll be there in a few minutes."
The telephone receiver clicked in Nancy's ear. She blinked as she hung up the phone. Had she actually heard right? But knowing Dave, she had no doubt she had. Resentfully she rose from the bed and picked up her robe and slippers. She could stay where she was, of course, but Dave would barge right in when he arrived, and she shrank from that kind of confrontation. She went through the bathroom again and opened the other bedroom door quietly.
Elaine's head popped up from her pillow at once. "What is it?" she hissed. "Change your mind about Karen? I'm ready."
"No," Nancy said, groping her way in the darkened room until she located the armchair. She sank down into it. "You'll never believe this, but that nephew of mine just called me and ordered me to vacate the other bedroom because he was bringing a woman back to the motel with him."
"You're kidding!" Elaine said disbelievingly. Then she started to laugh.
The sound of Elaine's giggling woke the deep-breathing Karen. "What is it?" she asked in unconscious mimicry of Elaine. "What's happened?"
Nancy explained again, and Elaine snapped on the light on the night table. "Now isn't that something?" the redhead marveled. She drew her knees up and cradled them in her arms. "How brazen can you get?" The deep bronze of her hair reflected the light. "Dave goes downtown and picks up a girl, just like that?"
"He's a handsome boy," Karen said. She stifled a yawn. "Handsome. Rugged."
"I wonder what the girl looks like?" Elaine speculated.
"Just walk through the bathroom when they get here and have a look," Nancy said with heavy irony. "Do you two want to draw straws to see who gets me for a bedfellow? If I don't get some sleep I'll be a wreck in the morning."
"Sleep with me," Karen invited her, patting the bed.
"We could crack open the bathroom door at the other end, leave the light out, and get a look at the girl," Elaine persisted.
"You go right ahead," Nancy said. "Me, I'm going to get some much-needed sleep."
A car door slammed outside. "There he is," Karen said, and giggled unexpectedly.
Another door slammed, and Elaine frowned. "Did she drive, too?" she wondered aloud. She scrambled out of bed, her nightgown rucked up about her milky thighs. "Keep quiet, you two," she ordered. "I'm going to get a look at this female."
She flitted barefoot across the carpeting, opened the bathroom door quietly, and disappeared inside. Karen looked at Nancy. "Should we take a quick look, too?" the blonde whispered.
"I'm not interested," Nancy said loftily. "Anything he could pick up in that length of time will do well to have the normal number of arms, legs, and heads."
"Well, I'm going to take a look," Karen announced. She slithered from the bed and entered the bathroom, closing its door behind her as Elaine had previously.
Nancy sat in the armchair in the motel room's stillness. A moment passed by, then another. She could hear Dave's unrestrained voice even though the bathroom door was closed on her side. She was curious, she had to admit it, although she'd denied it to the girls. And they weren't coming back. Something must be going on that was holding their attention. Nancy rose determinedly and entered the bathroom silently as Elaine and Karen had before her.
She closed the door and walked soft-footedly to the far end. She almost walked into Elaine and Karen before she saw them, their light-colored nightclothing almost blending with the white bathroom tile. The other bedroom door was open a crack, and there was a light on in the room. Nancy could see Dave sitting on the bed, taking off his shoes. "-happened to your husband?" Dave was saying.
"I ran him off," a pleasant contralto voice said. "He wasn't worth a damn, in bed or anywhere else."
"That's too bad ..." Dave paused. "What the hell's your name? Or should I just call you cunt?"
"Try Mona," the contralto voice invited.
Dave began to undress. Nancy seized an arm in the bathroom's inkiness and from its location found an ear. "Where is she?" she hissed. "I can't see."
Warm lips pressed against Nancy's ear. "In the chair," Karen said in a faint murmur. "Look at her dress! Two hundred dollars if it's a nickel!"
Karen obligingly moved her head to one side so Nancy could see. Nancy's first surprise was the age of the woman in the room. And it was a woman; no girl. Probably a year or two older than themselves, Nancy felt. A polished-looking woman, beautifully dressed in elaborate simplicity of style, with hair handsomely coiffed and rings on both hands that Nancy knew instinctively were not costume jewelry.
Dave stripped off his underwear, flexed his arms, and performed two deep knee-bends. Nancy was half-amused, half-horrified to note he had a lazy hard-on. "C'mon, Mona," Dave said. "Unwrap it an' I'll plow it."
The woman smiled and rose from the chair. She turned around and Dave pulled down her dress zipper. She stepped out of the dress and hung it over the back of a chair. Her slip followed, and then her brassiere. Her full breasts were centered by grape-purpled nipples in dark areolas. When her panties came down, a heavy-looking but shapely bare bottom was displayed, the full-fleshed spheres appearing to crowd each other across a thin-lipped buttock-cleft.
"Leave it," Dave said matter-of-factly when Mona would have removed garter belt and stockings. "I like a little contrast." He stroked her sleek-looking, heavy buttocks. "You've really got the machinery, Mona."
She turned around to face him and took his ever more-upstanding prick in her hand. Nancy could hear Karen's breathing beside her, and she could see the outline of Elaine's head as the redhead stared intently. She realized that no one had any intention of leaving.
"There's nothing the matter with your machinery, either, Dave," Mona returned. Her voice was husky. She was looking down at Dave's prong resting in her palm, its purple-headed majesty crowning the long, blue-veined thick rod of his erection. Mona moved her other hand and played with Dave's hairy balls. "Are you sure you didn't have these grafted from a bull?"
"Been with me a long time," Dave assured her. "Get your ass on the bed."
The woman sat down on the bed, and Dave sat down beside her. "You're younger than I thought," she said doubtfully, looking into his face. "I hope you're not going to disappoint me."
"If I do, you can cut it off with your nail file an' feed it to me," he said arrogantly. He rubbed his palm over Mona's well-rounded stomach. "I like a pot on a woman. Tip your legs up so I can get at your gash."
Obediently she raised her legs. Dave parted them and slipped a finger between her thighs, stroking her cunt-lips after parting her luxuriant body hair. Mona squirmed, and her lips parted.
"Put your finger-inside!" she said in a strained whisper.
Nancy stood on tiptoe as Dave's probing finger disappeared. Little ripples of emotion shuddered through the flesh of the woman on the bed. Dave frigged her steadily, and her thighs climbed, displaying more of her firmly packed, round bare bottom. With his other hand he manipulated a dark, swelling nipple until it stiffened appreciably.
Mona still had Dave's erection gripped in her hand. Her hand opened and closed, opened and closed. Eyes half-closed, she widened her thighs to permit Dave better access to her grotto. "I'm getting-wet!" she whispered.
"Damn right you're gettin' wet!" Dave declared vigorously. He snapped a garter on her bare thigh, and Mona flinched. "How'd you like a good stiff prick down there?"
Mona's breath whistled through her half-parted lips. "Don't talk!" she gasped. "Do it!"
He seized her thighs and slid her into the center of the bed, then walked on his knees to join her, his hard-looking male body crouched above the softer, whiter one, his big prick aimed like a sword at Mona's bare belly. "Do what?" he asked, doubling her thighs back on her chest until the whole of her furry, dripping slit pouted upwards.
"You know," she answered.
"Say it, Mona."
"Fuck me!" she said in a suddenly explosive voice. "Fuck me!" His hairy belly lowered itself upon hers, and Mona's breath rasped in her throat as the crimson-purple prick-head disappeared inside her slot.
Nancy could feel herself getting wet as she stared intently. Her heart thudded against her ribs, and the roof of her mouth felt dry. She felt almost dizzy with sexual excitement as she watched her nephew force his rampant erection farther and farther into the straining sex-chute of the woman on the bed.
"Oh, God!" Mona exclaimed. Her voice was almost a wail. "Oh, Jesus, you're cramming me!" She drew several ragged breaths. "Is it-all in yet?"
Dave thrust vigorously with his hips, slim and much whiter-looking than the rest of his suntanned body. Mona whimpered, but Nancy knew it was an ecstatic whimper. "It is now," Dave declared, and began to move on the soft flesh beneath his own.
Karen's hand clamped onto Nancy's arm and clung tightly. Nancy could hear Elaine's heavy breathing, but the pair on the bed were oblivious to the world. Mona grunted, gasped, sighed, and moaned with pleasure as Dave thumped her belly with his jouncing assault on her writhing furrow. Her hands clamped his broad shoulders, and her dark-stockinged legs folded over his hard-working back. She thrust her broad behind up in frantic rhythm with the stout gristle spearing her sexual centerpiece, and her thigh muscles fluttered as she squeezed the male body between her legs.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned hoarsely as Dave's fucking of her continued unabatedly. "Ohhh, God! I'm-ooooh!-I can feel it-ohhhh! -right down to my toes! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh, do it! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" There was an interval of silence, and then the soft female body tried to turn itself inside out. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Oooooooh!" Her thighs flurried as her bare bottom convulsed itself. "I'm-coming! Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'm-coming!!"
The dark-stockinged legs unfolded and sagged limply while Dave continued to plunge on Mona's belly. She whimpered steadily with animal-like little noises at each whacking insertion of his slippery pole into her greasy cunt depths. Her hands stroked and patted Dave's back as he gathered his knees under him and savagely bored the yielding sex-split enveloping his hardened weapon. Then the muscles in his heavy, hairy thighs tautened as his quick-plunging hips jetted load after load of hot sperm through his rigid prick into Mona's gaping cavern.
Nancy stood shivering, wide-eyed, goose bumps crawling over her body. She had never felt so sexually involved even in college and the occasional time since when she had experimented with sex herself. Dave rolled off Mona, and Nancy had a quick glimpse of her flooded battlefield, crimsoned from prick friction, with its cunt-lips still agitatedly vibrating in the aftermath of its vigorous poking. Then Mona threw herself at Dave and flung her arms around him. "Ohhh, Jesus!" she sighed tremulously. "What a fuck!"
Dave freed himself and sat on the edge of the bed. "C'mon and suck this pipe back into shape, old lady," he grinned at Mona, "an' we'll do it again." He patted the bed between his knees.
Mona scrambled from the bed and knelt down in front of Dave, her wide-beamed nude behind thrust firmly backward as she inclined her head toward Dave's lap. Then she looked up at him. "You're sure you're clean?" she asked anxiously.
"If I'm not, your cunt is in big trouble," he declared. "Come on, get busy. I wouldn't do it to a Hottentot if I had anything. Blow it good, baby, an' you'll get a bonus."
A sharp pain pierced Nancy's lower abdomen as Mona's head dipped into Dave's groin and the woman's mouth lipped at his oily, diminished organ. Karen's tight grip on Nancy's arm relaxed, and as though by a common impulse the two girls turned away from the cracked-open bedroom door. Nancy followed Karen's ghostlike pajama-clad figure through the bathroom and carefully closed the door behind them when they were in the other bedroom.
Karen's usually cool-looking pale-blondness was flushed and disheveled. "I thought I was going to f-faint!" she declared shakily. "Did you ever s-see anything like it?"
Nancy made no reply. Her blood felt as though it was bubbling in her veins from the extreme stimulation she had undergone while watching the pair in the other room. She advanced upon Karen and thrust her hand into the waistband of Karen's pajama bottoms, then rubbed her hand over the smooth belly while she extended her fingers downward and glided them into the blonde girl's damp thigh-juncture. Karen's breath caught in her throat as Nancy's questing fingers probed at her quivering cloister. Then she pushed at Nancy's arm. "Wait!" she panted, pushing the pajamas down over her hips. "Wait till I get bare! I've n-never been so hot!"
"I feel the same," Nancy confessed. In the semi-darkness of the room she filled both hands with Karen's firm buttock-flesh before taking Karen's arm and steering her toward the bed. Nancy went down on her back on the bed, then raised her hips as she tugged and rolled her nightgown up into a tight ball under her throat. Karen immediately straddled Nancy's prostrate figure, facing the opposite way, and lowered her nude hips upon Nancy's face while Karen's face dipped downward into Nancy's crotch.
Nancy thrust her tongue deeply into Karen's almost hairless pink slit so close above her mouth, and she felt Karen's excited response. Karen's tongue darted into Nancy's sex-bower, flirted with the swelling lips, then thrust its way inside. Nancy held Karen's bare behind firmly in place with both hands while she searched out with penetrating tongue every aspect of the blonde girl's musky-odored, jiggling hermitage.
They frenched each other lengthily before Nancy's juices boiled over and inundated Karen's lips and mouth with a quick spend. In seconds Karen responded in kind, and Nancy relaxed her neck muscles with a tired sigh as she withdrew her tongue from Karen's dripping slit. Nancy licked her own lips free of the residue of Karen's deposit, and she realized that the pain in her abdomen was gone. Karen crawled off Nancy's body, switched ends, and stretched out on the bed beside her. "Ohhhhh, but I needed that!" she murmured.
"So did I," Nancy admitted, massaging her stomach lightly.
"I know you're not a virgin, Nancy," Karen said after a moment's silence, "so tell me, how can you stand a big thing like Dave's inside you like that?"
"I can't explain it, but it feels all right when it's there," Nancy replied. "Even though it looks too big ahead of time."
"I'm afraid," Karen said simply, and was silent again.
The bathroom door opened, and Elaine entered the bedroom. She stumbled over a chair before finding the light and turning it on. Nancy made an instinctive gesture at covering her own semi-nudity, then relaxed. "Man, you should have stayed!" Elaine exclaimed. Her eyes were on the far wall as she mentally reviewed the events of the previous few moments. "After she sucked him up, Dave stood her on the floor and made her bend over while he put it into her from behind. He moved her across the floor with every shove until her head was against the wall. Then he put her on the bed on her back again and fucked her twice as hard as before. She just left."
She turned her attention to the pair on the bed. "What have you two been up to just now? As if I didn't know. Well, I want some of that, too." She whisked her nightgown off over her head and advanced to the bed in bare-bosomed, red-pubic-haired abandon. "Who's going to french me? And quick, before I burst!"
On her back, she parted her thighs to accept Karen's hard-sucking mouth and quick-darting tongue, while above Nancy lipped and sucked Elaine's strawberry nipples, swallowing whole mouth-fuls of resilient flesh and working them around inside her mouth. Elaine's hands twined in Nancy's hair while her breath fluttered from the dual ministration. "Christ, I'd give a thousand dollars if one of you had a prick!" Elaine muttered throatily.
But eventually they brought her off after Nancy and Karen switched positions. Other combinations ensued, and it was late before Elaine returned to her own bed and Karen and Nancy fell asleep in each other's arms. Nancy had refused to return to the other bedroom where Dave was sleeping healthily. "I'd be too embarrassed," she said. "And besides, that-that odor would be in the air. You know, from their doing it."
"What the hell do you think you're smelling here, orange blossoms?" Elaine snorted.
But Nancy would not be persuaded, even though Elaine was afraid Dave might suspect they'd watched if he woke in the morning and found Nancy missing.
"You don't know Dave," Nancy said with finality. "From some of the stories I've heard half-whispered by my uncles, he'd do exactly the same in front of a regiment."
So quiet finally prevailed in the once again darkened motel room as each girl overcame a persistently lingering itch and fell asleep.