Carol was silent as she stared at her son-in-law. His request had caught her by surprise; she had not been prepared for the sort of thing that he asked of her. And she had very little choice; if she objected it could cause serious problems just as he and Kit were leaving on their honeymoon…
Jack looked up from the bar at the lovely woman who was his wife's mother. "You're not very responsive, Carol. I had hoped you wouldn't object – you have to understand that I'm asking you to do it only because it is sort of an emergency. The girls that I usually use for this kind of thing are not available tonight for one reason or another. Hell, I hired a girl permanently a couple of days ago to take care of my customers but she's already booked up for tonight. These two just came in unexpectedly and I didn't have a chance to make any plans. But they represent an outfit that builds apartments in six states and I can't afford to lose their business. Carol, darling, I don't like to ask you, but I just don't have any alternative. I want you to understand that…"
Carol sighed; she knew that he knew that she could not refuse. It was this, as much as anything that she resented. "Jack, I… well, I want to be cooperative, but I'm not used to things like this. What… I mean, what exactly would they expect?"
Jack laughed in a way that seemed almost humorless as he searched beneath the bar for ice. "Damn, I thought sure we had ice… Well, hell… sometimes you're more naive than Kit. They expect sex, of course. I don't know their detailed preferences, but your abilities should be varied enough to handle the situation. They may not want anything but straight fucking. I'm sorry I haven't got another girl to send with you, but that's the way it is. I don't feel like asking Kit to go, right before we start our honeymoon. I'm sure you can understand that…"
Carol found herself increasingly shocked at his casual manner. It had never occurred to her that he would ask such a thing even of her. Now he had implied that only special circumstances prevented him from considering his wife for such a task. Damn, she had known Jack was pretty far out in his sexual thinking, but this was more than she had bargained for… Had she made a mistake when she had conceived this whole plan, this arrangement under which she as well as Kit was available physically to this man? Certainly she had never dreamed that he would consider his privileges transferable to his business customers…
But the issue was never really in doubt, and they both knew it. Jack smiled confidently as he tossed off the rest of his drink and picked up a little pad from a shelf behind the apartment's tiny bar. He scribbled on the paper for a moment, then tore off a sheet and held it toward Carol. "Better take this so there won't be any foul-up. And don't be late; you've got less than an hour…"
Carol's mind was still angry and confused as she spotted the motel two blocks ahead. She slowed the new Thunderbird in an unconscious effort to delay her arrival as much as possible and was rewarded by an impatient horn blast behind her. But she was not even aware of the other driver; her thoughts were focused grimly on her present situation and the larger implications that it brought up. It was probably true that Jack would not have asked this of her under normal circumstances, at least not quite this soon, but the whole thing made his basic outlook uncomfortably clear. Carol's desire for Jack and Kit's marriage, so strong a few weeks ago, now began to seem like a possibly monumental miscalculation. And yet she could not afford to question the whole situation so soon… Besides, maybe this was an exception…
Carol was startled by the realization that she had already entered the motel grounds. She stared dumbly at the crowd of children at one of the motel's two pools, then turned her face away from the noisy group with the realization that it would be best not to be recognized. She drove past the pool into an area that was growing dark in the gathering dusk and stopped the car to fish nervously in her purse for the slip of paper Jack had given her. She found it and looked at the number on it, then up at the nearest room number.
Carol let out a little startled cry as the ground's lighting system came on and destroyed the slight sense of privacy she had felt in the gloom. She lurched the car forward as she tried to decipher the room numbering system…
Carol crossed her legs and watched the men's eyes go to the flesh of her thighs, which was shown to advantage by her miniskirt. The subject of their interest was obvious, but at least they were younger and less unattractive than the mental image she had had… And they seemed to be pleased by her appearance.
The youngest, a man apparently under forty and with only a hint of a paunch, spoke in a voice that was obviously intended to put their pretty visitor at ease. "Well Carol, I'm glad it worked out this way. I… well, I have to say that I wasn't too happy when Jack told me he was sending his mother-in-law, but I had no idea that his wife had such a lovely mother. Jack's wife must be awfully young…"
The other man, who seemed to be about fifty and had lost most of his hair, laughed a little too loudly. "Yeah, she probably is pretty young." He grinned at the younger man. "We'll probably get to find out sooner or later; Ames hinted that he'd have sent her this time except they were leaving on their honeymoon. How 'bout that? We'll probably get to fuck his wife later on. And right now his mother-in-law, of all people, looks like a pretty good piece of ass to me…"
Carol sucked in a sharp breath as the import of their words hit her. Not only were the men as crude as she had first feared, but Jack's unwarranted frankness with them held grim implications for the future…
"… hear me, baby? I asked you if your daughter is a good fuck. I bet she is if she's got a body like yours. Say does Jack fuck you too? I bet he does, from the way he talked. What about it, honey?"
Carol looked blankly at the men, appalled by their unnecessary vulgarity. Damn them, they didn't have to talk this way…
But even the younger man's conversation was suddenly lewd. "Hey, Charley – you know what? I bet we could have a party and fuck both of 'em at once. Mother and daughter at the same time – on the same bed so everybody can watch everybody fuck. How 'bout that? You ever done anything like that?"
The older man grinned as his eyes stayed on Carol's legs. "Yeah, a long time ago. Stayed in a hotel in Miami where this maid sneaked her daughter in for the men. Only charged five bucks, and the two of 'em would do anything you wanted. Used to have one suck my prick while the other stuck her tongue up my ass… then I'd fuck one and have the other one suck my come out of her pussy." He paused and seemed to consider. "Course a dollar was worth something in those days…"
The younger man laughed. "Yeah, prices have gone up quite a bit since World War One. But, what the hell – this fucking won't cost us a thing." Then he turned back to Carol. "Hey, baby, you never did answer the question. Does Jack fuck you?"
Carol stared at him as she tried to keep her feelings from showing. She was mad, but Jack was the real culprit, and it would only make things worse to antagonize these men. "Let's not worry about other people; let's just think about what we're going to do. What do you boys like?"
Neither man pressed the question. The older man, who seemed to be his companion's superior, chuckled as his eyes continued to rove over Carol's figure. He seldom looked at her face. "Well now, honey, we're not too particular. We do like variety. What you got to offer?"
Carol made herself continue the preposterous conversation as the thought struck her that this was probably the standard whore – customer routine. Well, why not? There was no other way to accurately classify her function here… and for that matter maybe she had really made a whore out of herself when she made the deal with Jack in the first place. Certainly he seemed to see it in that light…
The younger man seemed displeased. "Carol, you got a hell of a habit of ignoring somebody when they talk to you. Charley asked you a question, and you just sit there."
"Sorry. I… my mind's kind of wandering, I guess. This is the first time I… I've done anything like this, and I'm a little nervous."
The older man spoke. "Yeah, I think that's the truth, Andy. Don't bitch at her; I think Carol's gonna be real sweet to us. That right, honey?"
"That's right. You won't have any complaints." Carol had suddenly decided to cooperate fully and get this distasteful episode over as quickly as possible. Then she would have a chance to reevaluate the whole situation, but in the meantime she could not afford to make any hasty decisions. And, since it had to be done, she might as well make it as pleasant as possible for the men and herself. It had been a long time since she had dealt with two men at once…
Carol decided to get the activities underway. "Well, boys, maybe you'd like to see what Jack's giving you. Would you like me to undress?" Both men grinned. "Hell yes. I'm ready to fuck. Let's get this show on the road." The younger man turned to his associate. "How you want to work it, Charley? You want me to go in the other room to start with?"
The older man seemed disgusted. "Not unless you're bashful about the way you fuck. I'm sure as hell not. Let's have the little lady undress and play with us a little, then we'll decide what to do. My problem is that I'm at the stage where I can't usually come but once a night, so I don't wanna waste it. At your age you oughta be good for three comes, anyway."
The other man grinned. "Usually. Except with my wife. You know, it's a funny thing – Barbara can get me hot the first time as quick as any female in the country, but I've got to where I can hardly even fuck her twice. But when I've got a broad like Carol, I can usually screw her three times, and maybe more. It's hard to figure – I guess it's just that a man gets so used to his wife. Hell, I hope I don't get to where I have trouble fuckin' her the first time…"
Charley smiled faintly, but he seemed to have little real interest in his companion's marital situation. His eyes were still locked on Carol, and now he beckoned to her. "Come on, baby – let's see what you got. I can already see it's gonna be good…"
Carol felt a slight sense of relief as she stood up and prepared to undress for the men. She did not want to expose her body to them, but since it had to be done there was a certain secondary satisfaction in the activity involved. It seemed easier than just sitting there subject to their lewd looks and remarks…
Carol wore a smart, low cut minisheath. She pivoted to let them see her back and bottom, then reached behind herself to pull the dress' zipper while her back was to them. She heard a mild exclamation from one of them as the plunging "V" of her bare skin revealed by the opening fastener showed that she had bothered with neither bra nor panties.
"Hot damn! I thought from the way her tits wiggled she didn't have on no bra. You know, I made Barbara go to a dance without a bra awhile back, but nothing much happened. I guess her tits are a little too small to bounce the way Carol's do under her dress. Turn around, honey, and let's have a squint at those boobs…"
Carol worked the dress off her shoulders as she pivoted. She could not help but be pleased at the obvious impact of her nude breasts on the two men as she faced them squarely. "There they are, boys. I hope you like them – sometimes I worry that they're too big…"
As she teased them Carol brought her hands up to cup the heavy mounds. She began to fondle and knead the firm flesh as she watched the men's reaction. Finally her fingers moved to her pink nipples and quickly completed their arousal; in a minute the little buds were erect and sensitive even to her gentle touch. "There – my nipples are hard. Can you tell from there? It's a shame that a girl has to play with her own tits to get her nipples hard. But I guess some men just aren't interested in a girl's boobs…"
Charley grinned at Carol's teasing. "Yeah, you are havin' a hard time, sweetheart. Tell you what – suppose you march that little ass of yours over here and we'll see what we can do. Maybe we can help you a little."
Carol pretended to hesitate, then she walked slowly to the couch on which they both sat. She moved in between the couch and the coffee table which was now covered with glasses and beer cans and came to a halt between the two men. Her hands were still on her breasts, and she rubbed her hard nipples again and then once more cupped the heavy mounds in her palms and held them out toward the men.
"Here – I've done all I can with them. It's up to you now to make them feel better…"
The men seemed willing to accept their responsibility. Each took a breast and began to fondle it with eager hands. Their eagerness was, in fact, a little too pronounced. "Oh! Boys… be gentle. Don't maul them. Titties should be handled gently. There… that's better. Oh, that feels good. Do you like my boobies?"
Carol got no verbal answer; both men had been seized with a simultaneous desire to sample her breasts orally. The sight of the beautiful, mature woman standing before the two seated men while they sucked her nipples like hungry infants might have had humorous overtones to a disinterested spectator, but these three people involved were far from disinterested. The libido of all concerned was responding wildly to the sensual situation…
Carol was no less affected than the men. She closed her eyes and rolled her pretty blonde head back while her hands went to the heads of the men to press their working mouths even more firmly to her sensitive bosom. "Oh, God… that feels good. I like to have my tits sucked – and it's good to have them both sucked at once…"
But the men, enthralled as they were by the lush bosom, had other things in mind. The older man was the first to draw his face away from Carol's wet breast. "Okay, Carol, we've worked on you – now you work on us. Drop down here between us and get our pricks out. We'll show you what we're gonna give you."
Carol was more than willing. She had accomplished the considerable task of putting all of her doubts and fears out of her mind for the time being, and this left the pleasant subject of physical gratification as her only current concern.
And the sex organs of the two men were vital to the gratification. Carol's eyes were wide with expectation as she sank to her knees between the men and reached for the interesting bulges which were visible in the trousers of each. Her soft fingers closed on the bulges and she found herself pleased by the conditions that the bulges represented.
"Oh gee! I think you both have lovely pricks. They feel so nice – they're hard already, and I haven't even got them out yet. But I will…"
The aroused woman quickly pulled the zippers on the men's trousers. Then, as she kneeled between them, her hands went into their clothes and found both organs of pleasure. She grasped them firmly and began to squeeze and pump them without bringing them out of the trousers.
It quickly became apparent to Carol that her initial impression of their arousal was not entirely correct. To her surprise she found that the penis of the younger man, though large, was still fairly soft. Finally she brought both organs out into view as her hands continued to fondle them.
"They are nice. Charley, you're already hard enough to fuck me. Andy, honey, I'll have to give you a little something extra…"
The significance of her remark did not escape the older man and he suddenly looked over at his companion's organ as Carol's hand continued to caress it. "What the hell, Andy, is the old man gettin' ahead of you? Hell, I got twenty years on you and a pretty girl can still get me hard quicker than you." The man rocked in laughter. "Hell boy, maybe you need a little help with Barbara."
The younger man grinned weakly as Carol continued to masturbate both of them. "Don't worry about it, Andy. I can take care of the home front. For that matter, I can take care of Carol, too. Want to put a little money on how many times each of us can come?"
Charley's laughter subsided gradually. "I guess not – I know my limits. But looks like I do get worked up faster than you do…"
Carol took over in an effort to keep the situation on an even keel. "You did get hard a little faster, Charley, but Andy has about caught up. The fact is both of you have lovely pricks. Either one of you can be proud of it. I don't imagine your wives ever complain…"
"No, not usually. Carol baby, suck it a little. I want you to suck my prick a little, then we'll undress. I guess to keep it even you ought to suck Andy's a little, too – if it's hard enough, that is…"
The younger man laughed, secure now in the knowledge that his organ was erect, and was likely to remain that way much longer than the older man's. But he had no objection to the suggestion…
"Suits me. Go on, baby. Take his prick first. Age before beauty, and all that…"
Carol found herself curiously willing to proceed. This was without doubt the lewdest thing she had ever done – nude to the waist, she knelt between two men whom she barely knew as she fondled their organs preparatory to taking them in leer mouth – but she was herself aroused and surprisingly eager to comply with their demands…
"Alright, boys. I… I don't mind sucking your pricks. I've never done it before – not like this, I mean – but I don't really mind. I bet your pricks taste good…" Carol's voice trailed off as she leaned toward the older man with her eyes on the tip of his erect penis above the grasp of her white hand. She slowed her hand's pumping motion and stared at the clear liquid that she had caused to come out of the little orifice in his penis…
Then her face was at the hard organ and she turned slightly to rub it on one soft cheek. She faced it squarely again and kissed it lightly with warm but closed lips. After a moment her mouth opened to reveal a pink, wet tongue which first licked her own lips and then flicked out to make contact with the man's penis.
The contact made both people quiver. Carol closed her eyes as she took the organ deeper into her warm mouth and began to suck gently on it. The man groaned in pleasure as he also closed his eyes and rolled his head back against the couch. Carol's working mouth began to make little wet noises as she sucked…
And the younger man was by no means left out of the sensual tableau. His eyes were open and locked on Carol's face and mouth even as one of her hands continued to pull and stroke his penis. Her tempo on his organ was set by the rhythm of her head as it began a bobbing motion on the organ between her lips. She was aware of the old feeling in her own unattended crotch; still covered by the lower part of her sheath, her vagina was moist and beginning to throb…
And then the evening's first chapter was ended by the man who was profiting most from it. Charley put his hands in Carol's blonde hair and gently lifted her face from his crotch. "We better let up, baby. I may get hard faster than Andy the first time, but the second time would be something else. I want to make my first come a long one, because it'll probably be my only one. And I can't take much of that little mouth of yours without shootin' in it…"
Carol stared at him somewhat stupidly as her lust filled mind had trouble following him. But her attention was quickly diverted…
"Well, I haven't got no problems, baby. Come over here and see how Andy's prick tastes… If you want a load of come I'll give it to you. Don't wanna brag, but I've been told that my come's got about the best flavor of anybody's. Used to have a girl who'd jack me off and catch the come in a jar so she could save it to eat when I was gone…"
Andy's tale of the remarkable qualities of his semen failed to amuse Carol. Her eyes had homed in on his penis, and her immediate goal was the limited one of using it as a replacement for the organ she had just lost…
She shifted her kneeling position slightly as she leaned toward the younger man. One of her hands remained on the other man's penis but her grip was a stationary one in deference to his high state of arousal and the consequences of a premature ejaculation.
Again Carol lowered her face to a man's waiting crotch and again her tongue flicked out to make contact with his penis. This time her attack was more direct; her arousal precluded some of the teasing subtleties that she had used on the older man.
But if Andy noticed the slight he did not seem concerned. In any case he would have found it hard to complain as Carol's expert and willing mouth found its own stimulation as it held and drew on the man's erection. Carol's position was increasingly uncomfortable; on her knees with her dress twisted around her hips, her vagina needed attention that she could not immediately give it. She was tempted to use her own fingers in it for temporary relief, but she sensed that abandonment of either of the hard organs would bring a protest. And so she wiggled to rub the lips of her vagina together slightly while she continued to concentrate on her primary task of pleasing her clients. The thought flicked through her mind that if she was a whore she lacked professionalism; it was undoubtedly amateurish to let her own desires get so nearly out of control…
The man on whose penis Carol's mouth worked stared down at her bobbing head through bleary eyes as his hands rested lightly in her hair. He too, in spite of his boasts about his ability to achieve multiple orgasms, was concerned about a premature climax. And Carol's warm lips and tongue were bringing his orgasm closer by the second. His first inclination was to let nature take its course and provide Carol's mouth with his first offering of semen, but he had enough judgment still functioning to realize that this would be short sighted.
And so, reluctantly, he came to the same decision that the older man had reached. "Carol… baby, that's enough. Let's break it off before I come…" His hands tangled in Carol's already disheveled hair to halt the motion of her lips on his penis.
The distraught woman felt deprived for a second time. While ordinarily she would have been extremely reluctant to permit either of these men to ejaculate in her mouth, in her present state of perverted arousal she resented their refusal to climax between her lips.
Angrily she drew back from Andy's organ and looked up at him with flashing eyes. "What's wrong with you? Both of you… you want me to suck your damn pricks but you don't want to finish. Talk about prick-teasers… you two tease with your pricks…"
The older man, at the moment the most rational person in the room, laughed as he leaned over to caress Carol's cheek even as her hand continued to grasp his penis. "Carol, take it easy. We're gonna give you all the loving you want. If you want to take some come in your mouth I'll see that you get it. But it is best for us not to shoot so quick." He paused as he considered the pleasant problem. "Of course we don't want to go too far the other way, either… we're all three worked up and we ought to go ahead…" He looked at his companion, who still had his hands in Carol's hair as she knelt between them. "Andy boy, let's go in the bedroom and do this right. What say we give her a double fuck – in her cunt and asshole at the same time?"
The younger man finally took one hand out of Carol's hair to wipe away the sweat that had collected on his brow in spite of the motel's efficient air conditioning. "Well, we can try it. But I'll tell you – I don't think double fucking is what it's cracked up to be. It sounds fine, but it never works too good. Somebody always winds up being uncomfortable as hell. I'd just as soon as do a fuck-suck deal if you're hot on a combination. Or I'll try the double fuck if you want to…"
Charley shook his head. "No, you're right – it usually doesn't turn out too hot. The other suits me okay. Which end of her you want?"
Andy grinned. "You take your choice. Like I said, age before beauty."
The older man grinned back. "Alright, kiddo. I'll give you her mouth and I'll take her ass. That'll give me a choice of her pussy or asshole…"
The subject of their conversation had listened with impatience. She released their organs and struggled to stand up on somewhat unsteady legs. "Okay, if you two have decided what you want to do to me, let's have it. My pussy's so wet I can feel it running down my leg. Let's go to bed and have a little action instead of so much talk. Maybe you'd like to see my cunt…"
As she spoke Carol pulled the other zipper on her and allowed it to finish its interrupted journey down her body. When it reached the floor she stood nude except for garter belt and hose.
The men's eyes went to her blonde pubic curls and the pink lips that they only partly concealed. Carol's arousal was obvious; her vaginal lips and surrounding hair were wet with her feminine juices…
"Damn, Charley, look at that cunt. Wet as hell, already. And it's pretty, ain't it? Cunts don't usually strike me as bein' pretty, but this one does. And she's had kids, too… how many, honey?"
Somewhat to her own surprise, Carol spread her legs slightly to improve their view as she answered. "Just Kit, Jack's wife. In a way I wish I'd had more…"
The younger man guffawed. "Well, maybe it ain't too late, honey. Course I'm not sure about granpaw over there, but I might be able to fix you up. It shouldn't be too hard…"
Charley snorted. "Listen to the young bastard brag. Hell, he hasn't even got a kid, and he's talking about a man who's got five kids and three grandkids." He grinned at his companion. "Results, sonny boy – that's what counts. Not just talk…"
"Oh, damn it – I think all either one of you do is talk. I want to see a little action." As she spoke one of Carol's hands wandered down to her blonde triangle and began to caress the swollen lips of her sex…
"She's right." Andy stared at her moving fingers for a moment, then stood up with his hard penis waving starkly in front of him. "Come on, Charley, let's take Carol to bed. She deserves it, and I'm ready too…"
The older man made no reply but stood up and smiled at Carol as he took her unoccupied hand and put it on his erection. "I'll follow wherever you lead, sweetheart…"
But the atmosphere changed in some subtle way and suddenly all three were serious about prompt action. The men took Carol's arms and led her to the suite's bedroom while she walked between them with a hand on each hard penis.
Once in the bedroom both men undressed quickly while Carol disposed of her garter belt and stockings. She licked her lips as she looked expectantly at the bed, wondering how they would want her. Any position was satisfactory to her, as long as there was no delay…
And the men seemed equally serious. Charley took her arm again and led her to the bed. He paused and looked at the younger man. "Andy, why don't you sit against the headboard. Then Carol can kneel in front of you so she can suck your prick while I fuck her puppy style. Okay?"
"Sounds good to me." Andy was already on the bed, and he moved somewhat clumsily to the top of it and sat down with his thighs spread. Carol's eyes went automatically to his penis, and she was pleased to see that it had lost none of its hardness…
"Okay, Carol, you next. Get in position so you can get your face in his lap, then get your little ass up in the air. Sometimes I think dogs have the right idea…" He paused as Carol got on the bed and moved up so that she was on her knees facing Andy. She looked into his grinning eyes for a moment, then down at his penis as she again captured it in one hand. But she did not immediately take it in her mouth; she looked over her shoulder to watch the second men climb into position behind her. Carol was on her knees, with her thighs spread and her lush bottom prominently displayed.
Charley was impressed by the display. On his own knees behind her, he paused long enough to run his hands over the white moons of Carol's bottom. The flesh of her buttocks was both soft and firm, and her position caused them to separate enough to barely reveal the little crevice between them.
The man's eyes traveled down that shadowy indentation until it merged with her vagina. The wetness of her aroused femininity was clearly visible.
"Damn, Carol – your ass is as pretty as most women's face." He ran a finger down the little path between her buttocks and paused at the puckered opening that was her anus. "You like to take prick up your asshole, baby? I had a woman one time that had rather bugger than fuck. For some reason she could come quicker that way. How about you?"
Carol was still watching him over her shoulder as she quivered from the touch of his finger on her little sensitive rectum. "I… it's okay, you can fuck me there if you want to. But you'll have to go slow – it usually hurts to begin with."
Charley's finger pushed slowly into the tight orifice. "Don't make no difference. If you'd rather take it in your cunt it's okay with me. I'm gonna have a damn good come wherever I fuck you…"
"Hey, baby – remember me?" Andy put a hand on Carol's chin and gently turned her face around toward him. "Don't worry about granpaw back there behind you – he'll make out okay. What you want to do is pay some attention to this prick here in front of you. It sure needs some lovin' bad…"
He released her chin as Carol looked down at the penis that she still held in her hand. Then she smiled as she looked up into his face. "Okay, lover – I'll suck your prick for you." She turned once more to see the man behind her. "Go ahead and fuck me, Charley. But if you want my asshole please get something to put on your prick. I can't take it up my ass dry…"
This requirement seemed to make up the man's mind. "Hell, I'll just fuck your cunt. We haven't got anything… anyway, your pussy looks too nice and juicy to pass up." He moved closer to Carol, and she felt his fingers go under her buttocks and dip into the liquid depths of her vagina. But their exploration was brief; he quickly pulled them out of her channel and replaced them with the head of his hard penis. "Okay, honey, after all the talk let's have some action. Spread your legs a little more, if you can. That's it – good. Now, honey – I'm gonna fuck your cunt…"
Carol was inclined to believe his statement as she felt his penis surge into her waiting channel. She closed her eyes to savor the feeling of his entry…
"Carol, baby – you keep ignorin' poor ale Andy. Take my prick and suck hell out of it – or the come out of it, anyway… move, honey, I can't wait any longer."
And Carol did move; as she felt the man behind her penetrate fully and then pull back to begin his strokes she bent her head to Andy's lap and took his penis into her mouth without further delay. And almost at once she felt indications of orgasm; having her body worked on by two men at once was almost more than her aroused nervous system could take…
The man sitting in front of her closed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard as his hands rested lightly on her white shoulders. He savored Carol's technique with the thought that a woman needed more than a simple willingness to take a man's organ in her mouth and suck on it. Carol's action was a work of art; her tongue combined with her soft and warm mouth to caress and pull on every square centimeter of his shaft's surface.
Simultaneously one of her hands was around the base as she coordinated a manual pumping motion with the suction of her mouth, the other hand had gone lower to find the wrinkled sac of his testicles so that she could tease and roll the two little mounds of hardness in a way that added to the eroticism of the moment. Andy began to quiver periodically; his orgasm, too, was close.
At the foot of the bed the older man's situation was no less than rewarding. He now drove furiously into Carol's willing vagina with thrusts that barged into her buttocks and shook her whole body. At times he leaned over her back to reach beneath her to grasp the heavy, hanging globes of her breasts. His touch was not gentle; he pressed and rolled the firm flesh harshly even as his fingers found and pulled the hard buds of her nipples.
Carol groaned in passion from this double attack, but little of the sound escaped from her filled mouth. She had already enjoyed two preliminary orgasms, but she had somehow managed to keep them to a relatively low level on the erotic scale as she held her big response in reserve for the men's climax. But her ability to schedule her body's reaction was limited, and the pretty blonde woman who was now giving her body so enthusiastically to the two men knew that she could not restrain a truly shattering orgasm much longer.
In desperation she pulled her mouth momentarily from Andy's penis. "I – I'm ready – I'm going to come. You boys get ahead and shoot in me if you can – I can't wait. I want to feel you fill me up with come – both of you. Hurry – oh, please hurry!"
Without waiting for a reply Carol bent again to Andy's lap and quickly recaptured his throbbing penis in her mouth. She immediately sensed that his climax was near, and his hoarse voice confirmed it as his hands tangled roughly in her hair and jammed her mouth farther down on his shaft.
"Take it – suck it. Oh damn, suck my prick, you sweet fuckin' bitch. I'm gonna blow my nuts. Take my come and eat it – swallow it…"
Behind Carol the other man was also speaking, but his words were low and incoherent. But his action gave a clear picture of his feelings; his body jammed violently against Carol's exposed bottom on every stroke. The ferocity of his action threatened to collapse the whole bed…
And then Carol's major climax began. She could not cry out, but her busy mouth redoubled its efforts on Andy's penis as her moans of passion seemed almost to come from the organ in her mouth. And her increased action triggered his release; Andy clinched his teeth together as he felt the first spurt of semen shoot from his penis into Carol's desperate mouth. "There it is! I'm comin' – comin'! Take it – take my come! Swallow it! Oh damn – damn…"
And only seconds behind the other two, Charley's orgasm exploded into Carol's vagina. He hunched wildly against her threshing bottom as his motions now timed themselves to the rhythm of his ejaculation…
And then they were all past their peak. Both men continued to hunch into Carol's used body but their tempo tapered off as the after pleasure waned. Carol's feelings lingered longer than the men's, but the last part of her pleasure was diluted by a sudden feeling of degradation. Even as her sensitive body still wallowed in the physical sensations of her orgasm her mind regained partial control. And the thoughts in her mind were not pretty ones… Carol suddenly saw a bleak and sordid picture of herself on her knees before one man who had his penis in her vagina and in front of another man whose semen she could still taste as his softening penis still filled her mouth. And, in the final analysis, she was here for one thing – money. Damn – it was hard to see how she could think of herself as anything but a whore, after this…
She quivered as the man behind her extracted his limp penis and rolled over beside her as he gasped for air with his eyes closed. Carol pulled her face away from Andy's lap and watched his soft organ, glistening with a combination of her saliva and his semen, fall listlessly to his thigh.
Carol felt tired, dirty, and degraded. She wanted a douche, a bath, and, most of all, to leave these two men and this motel as quickly as possible. But this was easier said than done. Andy's hand in her hair as she still kneeled before him on the bed with her head bowed to conceal the tears in her eyes reminded her of her position in the scheme of things…
And then his voice made it even more positive. "Nice, Carol, that was real nice. I like the way you suck prick, and looks like Charley enjoyed your cunt. Tell you what – for the next course I want to try that little ass hole of yours. Got me to thinking about it listening to Charley talk about buggerin' you. You'll probably have to suck me hard again. Well, there's no big rush; maybe if we wait a little 'ole Charley will even be able to get another hard on. You want to go to the bathroom or anything?"
Carol made no reply as she got off the bed and moved unsteadily toward the bathroom. As a practicing whore she should have brought a full kit of douche supplies. Well, she'd probably have plenty of opportunities to develop her professional skills…
Carol slammed the bathroom door and splashed water over her face, then looked at herself in the mirror as she gargled some water in an ineffective effort to cleanse her mouth. The ritual was more symbolic than practical…
The night was a long one…