The two double beds in the large, air conditioned motel room bounced and squeaked under the twisting, bucking weight of the two fucking couples occupying them. The two men, both in their early forties, seemed to be having a contest to see which of them could drive his teenaged sex partner through the mattress first.
Though in different ways, both of the men were extraordinarily handsome. Marcus Bianchi, on the left bed, was big, solid, stocky, with a thick mop of curly black hair sprinkled with gray. He looked manly, tough, not to be played with. His black eyes were piercing, his long nose had been broken almost flat above his full, sensuous lips. He had shoulders like a stevedore, muscles like a weight lifter, a cock like a horse.
Six foot two inches, Cleveland Martingale was three inches taller than his fucking buddy, and at 180 pounds, weighed thirty pounds less. Cleveland's dark brown hair, worn modishly long, was only slightly gray at the temples. His blue eyes were friendly, under lashes like a young girl's. His nose was straight with only a slight Romanesque arch. His lips were full, smiling, over a firm, dimpled chin. Both cocks-men fairly reeked of wealth and power. Even naked, sweating, huffing, and puffing between the two girls' thighs, it was obvious that they were used to getting what they wanted.
The two girls under them, however, had long since lost their wide-eyed, breathless awe and respect for the two imposing gentlemen, and now they were letting them know in no uncertain terms that they didn't particularly appreciate being used as sexual punching bags.
"Gaa gaa god-damn you!" the little blonde being pulverized by Marcus cried, "I e-can't t-take anymore I I t-tell you. My p-pussy is sore EEEK s stop stop! you horse-dicked m-motherfucker si-stop or I'll scream my pussy ain't no goddamned post hole stop, I tell you g-get off of me you you sonofabitch I'm gonna scream bloody mur-murder I swear it stop quit it!"
The plump, rosy-cheeked, dark-haired girl lying limply under Cleveland simply sobbed and pleaded brokenly, "P-pl-pleeease, m-mister please Met me r-rest I j-just c-can't take any more Fm d-dying you're k-kil-ling meeeee oh God please mister your c-cock is t-too big it's, oh God d-don't p-pound so hard let me rest please pi-pleeease pleeeeeeease… "
Cleveland pulled his massive, thick-headed cock out of the crying girl's split-to-bursting cunt with an audible thloop. Dropping her legs, which he had been holding high and wide apart with his elbows hooked under her knees, he rocked back in bed and sat on his heels.
"It's just as well," he said tiredly in his deep, cultured voice, "I couldn't have shot again, anyway. I’ve got one of those drunk hard-ons, and I would have fucked us both to death before I'd come again."
He stared down at the still sobbing girl with no expression on his face whatever. She meant nothing to him. She was just a cunt a bought and paid-for cunt that he had used as he would use a tube of toothpaste, a pack of cigarettes, or anything else that he had purchased. The girls were waitresses in the motel restaurant high school girls, working for the summer and he and Marcus had chosen them from among their half-dozen or so fellow waitresses, like picking a pair of shoes from several different styles.
"Which one do you like?" Marcus had asked as they sat checking out the little teen asses while they waited to order.
"The little blonde with the big grin and pointy tits looks tasty," Cleveland had replied, "and I know I don't have to ask you the one she's talking to, the fat little brunette. I know that's your speed."
"You better, believe it, but she's not fat just big ass, and big tits just like I like 'em."
It was the thin but compactly stacked blonde who came to take their orders. She had smiled winningly at them both: they looked like big tippers, and she was determined to please them. She made several unnecessary trips to their table during the course of the meal, and on each successive trip she had become friendlier and friendlier.
By the time Cleveland and Marcus had settled back for their after-dinner cocktails they knew that the blonde's name was Peggy and the brunette was Marge. She said that both of them were seventeen, though Cleveland suspected that she had upped their real ages by at least one year. They got off from work after this evening meal at 9:30 and no, they didn't have to be home at any certain time.
"Do you smoke?" Cleveland had asked her on her last trip to the table, running his hand up her short skirt.
"Smoke?" The girl had giggled, wiggling her panty-clad ass against his hand. "Cigarettes?"
"I mean grass. I've got a lid of Columbian up in my room. I don't smoke the stuff myself, but this is supposed to be good."
"Like wow, yeah, man, and Marge gets high, too. But coming to you guys' room I don't know. Uhhh just what have you dudes got in mind?"
Cleveland extracted $25 from his wallet and laid it beside his glass. "Whatever develops," he said, "and we'll both double that when you two get up to our room. Talk it over with Marge, and if you decide to come up, we're in room 208. If not, no hard feelings, consider the $25 a tip for excellent service."
"It's 9:15 now," Peggy said, picking up the money and stuffing it in her apron pocket. "We'll see you guys in about forty-five minutes."
At 10:05 the girls rapped softly at the door. By 10:15 they had smoked a joint between them, and were allowing Cleveland and Marcus to undress them. At 10:30 they had smoked another joint, and were giddily giggling over their inabilities to get either cock more than halfway in their mouths. At 10:45 they were flat, on their asses in bed, screaming their ecstasy as Marcus and Cleveland sucked and licked orgasm after orgasm from their juicy cunts.
For the next hour they had held on valiantly as the two men fucked them in every imaginable position, traded partners several times, and kept on fucking. They had both tried to take the gigantic cocks in their assholes and couldn't. Their cunts had begun to get sore, they had begun to plead for a break, but the two men hadn't gotten their money's worth yet, they still felt that they had one more nut to get. Now, at 12:15, in spite of Peggy's screams of pain and anger, Marcus still wasn't ready to stop.
"Give her a break, for Christ sake, Marc," Cleveland ordered gruffly, "let the poor girl go."
Giving one more vicious thrust of Ms loins, drawing a piercing shriek from the ravaged girl's throat, Marcus, too, pulled out, and rolled over in bed. Five minutes later the girls were dressed and gone, and the two friends were alone.
"Goddamn," Marcus growled, "I just can't get enough of that hot young pussy. Shit, I could have pounded cock to her for another hour."
"I know what you mean, pal," Cleveland said, refilling his glass and taking a big swig, "but we'd have crippled those poor girls for life. They gave us our money's worth and then some. Shit, that pretty, little Peggy was a real trooper. I got my cock all the way into her tiny little asshole all the way to the balls but she just couldn't take it, I had to quit."
"And wasn't that Marge a sweet little butter-ball?" Marcus grinned. "They both said they've been fucking for two or three years almost every night but they never had cocks like ours, by God they don't make cocks like ours no more. Still, the kids today got it all over us, the way we were brought up. They're fucking like they invented it."
"You can say that again," Cleveland slurred, really getting drunk now. "I guess that's why I love that juvenile cunt so much, I missed too much when I was a kid. Nice girls just didn't fuck back in those days. I got my first piece of ass when I was seventeen, and the woman was thirty-eight my aunt my mother's sister can you imagine that?"
"Sure I can imagine it," Marcus replied, almost as drunk as Cleveland, "my first piece was kinfolks, too. I lucked out, my folks came over here from the old country, and they brought their earthy, hard-drinking, hard-fucking ways with them. I had dozens of girl cousins, and when our families got together, us kids had to practically sleep on top of each other, on pallets, all over the house.
"I remember I was fourteen, and my big-tit-tied, fat-assed first.cousin, Christina, was fifteen. She got my cherry with about a half dozen kids tossing and turning and snoring all around -us, After Tina, I started fucking my aunt Sophia, who was a widow with three daughters of her own. I married her youngest daughter, Romona, when she wasn't but fourteen had to marry her, because I'd. knocked her up."
"We ought to be shot," Cleveland mumbled drunkenly, "both of us ought to be strung up by the neck. We both got hot, horny, pretty wives, an' I know my Val's got the best pussy and asshole in the world still we let them sit home and… suffer for cock, while we're out chasing -these empty headed, can’t-fuck teenagers."
"You're goddamn right," Marcus agreed, "goddamn right and we got teenage daughters of our own an’ we'd kill any old sonofabitch like us who even looked at 'em wrong and here we are fuckin' the shit out of some other poor slob's kids."
"Don't you even talk about my daughter, you sonofabitch," Cleveland argued, shaking his head from side to side, "I'd kill anybody old or young who tried anything with my sweet, beautiful, sexy Beverly."
"Gome outta your act, ol’ buddy," Marcus said, unperturbed by Cleveland's outburst, "you just got a case of the hots for her yourself just like I got for Gina good Lord, every time I look at her sweet ass I go apeshit. I can't stand to be around her, that's why I don't go home any more than I do. I swear I'd rape her if I didn't keep my nutsack drained in this teenage pussy out here in the streets."
"Oh shit, man, don't say it don't remind me," Cleveland pleaded, almost in tears. "I can't stand it I s-swear I can't s-stand it. And my sweet Bev is fucking fucking fucking those dirty lil sons of bitches are sticking their filthy cocks in my sweet baby's cunt may-maybe up her asshole oh God I can't stand to think about it."
"Gina, too," Marcus said, also almost crying. "Mona told me s-said Gina was f-fucking like a mink. Oh God, I gotta get closer to my kids. I ran my boy away from home for just trying to fuck her, an' he won't speak to me no more an' an' I love my kids. I want my boy back if he'd come back, I'd let him fuck her keep it in the family don't nobody but family deserve that sweet pussy. I'd even let him fuck Mona I don't care especially if I could get it into my sweet, baby girl while her cunt is still hot, tight, and juicy."
"Ohhhh, goddamn goddamn goddamn," Cleveland bawled, "I'm scared shitless to go home. Val is threatening to leave me, because she thinks I'm neglecting her if if she only knew what my problem is, she'd really leave me e-ev-every time I fuck her, I'm imagining that I'm f-fucking Bev j-just like you, I stay away from home, 'cause I can't stand it can't stand it."
"Cl-Cleve, why don't we st-stop this shit about not bein' friends? We started playin' that game almost ten years ago when you came up with the idea of laundering dirty money for me sh-shit, we ain't ran no dirty money since Watergate since the Feds tightened down over three years ago."
"We are friends you're the bes' fuckin' fend I got in the whole wide world," Cleveland slurred.
"Yeah, yeah, I know but I mean our fam'lies, we agreed to keep them away from each other, 'cause if our cover got blown, they might get hurt but what I'm drivin' at is shit, Mona would bust her nuts jus' lookin' at your handsome, long-dick ass an' the way you describe Val shit, I'd sure like to help you out with that."
"Goddamn, buddy, you know you're right? An’ shit, I wouldn' care if you p-played uncle to Bev an' an'… "
"Hell yeah hell yeah an' you with Gina you're jus' like fam'ly to me we could do it shit, our girls are fuckin' anyway let's give 'em some real lovin' cock."
"Come on come on let's get the fuck outta here an’ go home," Cleveland said, stumbling about as he gathered up his clothing. "Ill throw a good fuck into Val, and break th' news to her that a long-los' buddy of mine an' his ol' lady are comin' to dinner. Shit, I'll bet you a hun'erd dollars to a used rubber that you an' me'll be swap-pin' pussy before the night's gone."
"You g-go ahead an' an' do jus" that," Marcus mumbled, flopping backwards on the bed, "b-but Mona would die of sh-shock if I came home be-before daylight. I'm gon'na sleep this drunk off, an' make it home later in the mornin' call me at about n-noon at home an' let me know if everything is all set up."