Carl and Marlene were getting impatient. They had so much enjoyed spying on those fabulous afternoon fuckers that they were keener than ever to watch another performance. But it was getting late now, and no likely prospects had arrived. A traveling salesman had taken a room alone, and an elderly couple on vacation had booked into a double. Neither were suitable material for the voyeurs.
The salesman might jack on his cock, but that would be boring after all that furious fucking of the daytime, and if the elderly couple still fucked at all, it was likely to be a creaking performance. They had not been assigned to the special room.
Carl and Marlene were thinking that they might have to have the carpenter bore holes in a couple other rooms. How frustrating it would be to make a mistake to give the room, through impatience, to a couple who did not perform, only to have some horny couple arrive soon after without a chance to watch them fuck!
Then a car drew up at the office.
Both Carl and Marlene peered out from behind the desk, hopefully.
"Aw, it's two girls," he said.
"Local license plates, though," Marlene noticed.
"Yeah, but still – two girls can't do anything."
"Can't they?"
Carl looked surprised.
"You think they might be lesbians?" he asked.
Marlene shrugged.
"I don't know," she said. "But it's possible. And it's getting late, Carl. We probably won't have anyone else tonight. I think it's worth taking a chance."
"Would you enjoy watching two dykes fuck?"
"Oh, yes," she said. She gave him a sly look and, knowing it would titillate him greatly. "I wouldn't mind letting a lesbian suck my cunt, even."
Carl's prick snapped to attention.
He sure hoped those girls were lesbians.
They both came into the reception area. They were both beautiful in contrasting styles. Carl had always figured that lesbians might be ugly women who could not get men to fuck and had to settle for homosexuality. If these two were dykes, there must be something in it, for they were gorgeous.
One was blonde. Her shoulder-length hair was shaded from ash to copper and her eyes were a smoky blue. She had a nice round set of tits and a tight ass and a dazzling smile.
The other had jet-black hair which she wore in a braid, like an Indian. She was taller and thinner than the blonde, but nicely curved, a willowy and soulful-looking girl. Her brown eyes were sleepy looking.
"Do you have a double?" the blonde inquired.
"Sure. Twin beds or…" Carl stammered.
"Oh, one bed will do," she said.
That was a good sign. But still, he was afraid to get his hopes up too high. Lots of women could sleep together without any hanky-panky. Girls were always kissing and cuddling and such.
They registered as Mrs. Martha Avery – the blonde – and Mrs. Samantha Kramer, the dark one. Carl's hopes sank. If they were both married, how could they be lesbians? Even if they were divorced or separated from their husbands, the very fact that they had been married seemed to prove they weren't dykes.
He hesitated about giving them the special room. He glanced at Marlene. Marlene had been studying the two women closely. Now she turned to Carl and gave him a wink and a nod. He booked them into the special room.
When they had left the registration desk, Marlene said: "I'm not sure – but I just have an idea they might be."
"But if they're married?"
"Why, darling – I'm married and, as I told you, I wouldn't mind letting a woman eat my pussy."
Carl's prick hummed like a tuning fork.
He sure hoped Marlene's intuition was right!
Martha and Samantha were both twenty-five years old. They had shared a room together at college, and, after a few weeks, hid begun sharing a bed in that room. Neither of them had ever had a lesbian affair before, nor did they think of themselves as lesbians, but they were both hot-cunted gals, and one night they had been talking about sexy things, and Samantha got a speculative look in her eye.
"You know, Martha we could suck each other's cunt if you wanted to," Samantha had said.
Martha had thought about it for a second and then smiled. "Why not?"
They had both enjoyed.
After that, they sucked each other's cunt regularly.
After they left school, both got married within the same month and for awhile their fucking was suspended. But they lived quite near each other in a fashionable suburb, and one day Samantha phoned and invited Martha over for coffee. They talked about the naughty things they had done at college.
"I kind of miss those times, to tell you the truth," Martha admitted, smiling shyly.
"So do I."
"I guess it wouldn't be right if we fucked now, though, huh? Being married women and all."
"Well – it wouldn't be like adultery," Samantha had reasoned. "It wouldn't really be cheating on our husbands."
"Do you think we should?"
"For old times' sake?"
And so they sucked each other off again!
After that, the two girls began meeting at least once a week, at one house or the other. They truly enjoyed the variety involved and were able to rationalize that it was the best thing for their husbands as well as for themselves. Sucking each other, they reasoned, was a good way to keep from fucking some other man.
This was the first time they'd gone to a motel together.
Fate had taken a hand in this. Both of their husbands happened to be out of town on business trips at the same time, and the girls decided it would add a novelty to their affair if they were to fuck somewhere other than one of their own homes.
So to the Shady Nook they came.
And Carl and Marlene got lucky again.
"Want to shower first?" Samantha asked. "Okay," said Martha, and she went into the bathroom.
Samantha began to undress.
Carl and Marlene held their breath and caressed each other's crotches as they observed. The dark girl had a truly lovely body, not as thin as she appeared in her clothing, with thrusting tits and a hairy cunt that looked like a dark forest at the base of her torso. Her pink cunt lips were parted and moist.
Martha came back from the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel.
Her skin glistened with beads of water. She tossed her head. When she dropped the towel, the two girls gazed at each other, exchanging a look that seemed most promising.
Samantha went into the bathroom then, and Martha stretched out on the big bed, her legs apart. She began to rub her pussy, using only the tips of her fingers as she strummed her golden cunt bush.
Carl and Marlene began to whimper in expectation.
Samantha returned to the room.
When she saw what Martha was doing, she smiled.
"Just getting warmed up for you, darling," said Martha.
"So I see."
"Want to fuck me first?"
Samantha was licking her lips.
"Ummmm," she purred. "I'm hungry for your sweet pussy."
And then the voyeurs knew, without the faintest doubt, that they had assigned the special room to a couple well deserving of their rapt attention.
Samantha lay down beside her friend, and they began kissing each other. Their hot tongues glided back and forth. Their nipples stiffened and shot out, and the women rubbed their tits together. Their cunts were both flooded, and their mouths were watering.
Samantha began to lick and kiss her way down Martha's smooth body. She lingered for a time over the woman's firm, round tits, tonguing up the deep cleavage and sucking on the taut tips. She moved on, licking at her belly and tonguing her belly button. Then she went lower and, bypassing Martha's pussy, began to lick up the insides of her thighs.
Samantha's tongue slid up all the way to the cunt crease, then she moved down again, delaying the delicious main course for awhile and, in the process, making Martha moan and pant and whimper with need.
"Oh, darling – lick my cunt now," Martha pleaded.
Her legs opened wide.
Samantha paused for another moment, gazing hungrily at the blonde woman's wet pussy.
Her cunt lips were folded back and open, revealing the darker inner lips, streaked with ribbons of cunt juice. It was a delectable sight, and Samantha licked her lips.
Then she began to gobble that succulent pussy.
She used only her tongue at first, lapping along Martha's pussy lips and over her throbbing clit. Then she began to use her lips, sucking and slurping, tongue fucking far up her friend's slippery cunt, licking and lapping her whole creamy pussy mound with relish. She used her fingers to spread the woman's cunt open wider so her tongue could slip around deeper up her steaming pussy.
"Ummmm," she purred, relishing the feast. Her whole face was smeared with cunt juice now as she wallowed in the blonde's cunt like a porpoise in a pool.
Martha was wailing steadily – long, low moans of joy and ecstasy. Her lush hips and rounded ass ground and writhed about as she worked her cunt against her lover's eager face. She arched her back and tilted her pelvis up.
Samantha lapped Martha's pussy as if she were licking gravy from a plate. Then she cupped the blonde's haunches in both hands and tilted her higher, her chin sliding out, drinking from the golden-haired cunt as if it were a goblet of nectar.
She began to lick up the taut crack of Martha's ass, her long, moist tongue strokes sliding all the way from the woman's asshole to her clit with each slurp.
"Come," Samantha urged, eager for the creamy culmination, wanting to give her friend the pleasure of a climax and eager to drink the juicy results of that orgasm.
"Ummm – yes," purred Martha.
Her ripe thighs worked like pistons. Her belly pumped up and down, and her hips jolted from side to side.
"Oh!" she cried, as the first wave rushed through her.
That wave was closely followed by a second, and then a third, and she started to spiral up through a wild series of electric discharges, a multiple orgasm tearing her apart. The thrill coursed like lightning up her trembling thighs and rushed across her belly, going off like a stick of dynamite in her clit.
Her pussy creamed.
Samantha lapped the hot pussy juice up happily.
Samantha kept licking and sucking until she was certain that she had swallowed every drop and milked off every spasm of her friend's juicy orgasm. Then she looked up, smiling with cream-soaked lips, her dark eyes flashing with contentment.
Now it was her turn.
Samantha moved up, straddling Martha. She rubbed her belly on the blonde's belly, their gold and black cunt bushes mashing together. She moved higher and sat astride Martha's tits, rubbing her stiff nipples against her tingling clit and pushing them into her cunt. Then she shifted higher still, her wet cunt inches above Martha's parted lips.
Martha was starving for a taste by this time. With her own pussy sucked to a frazzle, her horny mouth had become her primary erotic zone. She began to lick at the air even before Samantha's cunt descended.
Samantha squirmed and lowered her pussy.
Martha began to suck her cunt with gusto.
Samantha was so worked up from the oral delights of eating cunt that her orgasm began to build up at once. Thick streamers of cunt juice poured over Martha's tongue and flooded aver her lips, bubbling like molten lava. Martha's graceful throat worked as she swallowed the precious pussy juice down with hearty appetite.
Samantha's shapely body, long and lean and smooth, began to vibrate as the thrill sparked through the fabric of her being, racing through every vein and darting through her nerves.
Her cunt felt as if it were going to ignite. Then her cunt juice poured out, fanning the flames at the same time it brought relief.
She rode Martha's eager face, and her cunt juice flooded out with such abundance that the blonde's whole face was coated with it. Fuck cream ran down Martha's chin and cheeks and soaked into the pillow under her head.
Samantha's orgasm lasted as long as Martha's and was every bit as creamy, and Martha slurped up every drop.
In the adjacent room, Marlene could bear it no longer.
Dragging her willing husband down to the floor, she hiked up her dress and squatted on his face and got a bit of head for her very own. She came as quickly as the two women, her need raised up to the boiling point by the excitement of her voyeurism. Then, knowing that Carl must be as inspired as she had been, she graciously bent down, still sitting on his face, and took his prick out.
She popped his cock into her mouth.
Carl blew his foaming geyser before she had time to suck.
They rolled apart and, sitting on the floor, grinned at each other. They were tickled pink at having struck it so lucky twice in the first day of their motel management.
They supposed the performance next door was over now, with both of the girls' cunts milked.
But when Marlene pressed her eye to the spy hole, she gave a little gasp of renewed delight.
Martha and Samantha were just getting started.