The two Texans met up with Mona and Tilda as according to plan. The girls were dressed similarly, in matching hot pink sweaters and white slacks. Of course, it was easy to tell black Mona from Tilda, the Swede, but they looked cute. As well as hotter and lustier than ever.
On the way up the stairs Arnie grabbed Mona's buttocks with two hands, one for each well rounded cheek. He squeezed and the whore screeched out a giggle. "Oh, you nasty fuck, you!" But it was all in good spirits, mostly because the girls were enjoying themselves and the money they'd been making fucking for the Texans.
In the room, now equipped with two beds, as per Duke's instructions to the clerk downstairs, the girls undressed quickly. They seemed especially hot, perhaps because of the twenty-four hour interlude when they hadn't been with Arnie and Duke McGee. They were naked and bouncing around on the beds within a minute after the door was shut behind them.
"Look at these ladies go," said Duke, pulling his belt undone. "They're so hot we're gonna have to lasso ‘em, Arnie."
"Yer not kiddin'," said Arnie, his eyes lighting up when he saw Mona's big gorgeous notch. "She's leakin' already," he observed, pulling off his trousers.
"And that hog of yours," retorted Mona with one sharp eye at Arnie's pecker, "is not the softest thing I ever saw, neither." She laughed and flopped down on the bed. "Come and get it, Texas," she said, holding her legs and her pushy lips open for him to see. "See if you find something nice in there to take home for your Texas wife. Ha, ha, ha, ha." The girls were both rowdy and ready, ready for all the hot fucking that Arnie and the Duke were about to provide.
"Come here," said Tilda in her sexiest whisper to Duke when he sat down naked beside her. "Come on over here and give your favorite lady a little kissy."
"Ain't she sweet," said Duke. "As if I wasn't gonna just stuff her full of the hottest come she ever did taste in that sweet Swedish pie of hers. You spread out those legs of yours, baby doll, and little ol' Duke McGee, the Prince of Dover City, Texas, is gonna give you some of the hottest meat you ever did feel! Yeah!" She spread her legs as instructed. Her long blonde loins shivered and chills climbed her hips. Her titties were firm and upright, ready for all the rubbing and sucking that Duke had in his mind to give them. And her quick blue eyes, shining as bright as ever, were sparkling and smiling at him. Just like that sideways smile in her heart-shaped pubes. "Come on," she said. "Come on." She reached down and held her pussy lips open. "Come inside my twat, Texas, and I will give you all the love you want."
Duke smiled with glee. He ran a hand down Tilda's silky loin. He didn't stop at her bush, either. He just kept right on going, all the way into her channel. His middle digit picked out the target and rammed straight into the slippery wet groove. He had no idea how she did it, but she was always wet and ready, always filled with hot ease juice. Maybe, thought Duke, she was already to fuck, the way some people are always ready to eat or drink. In any event, he was happy to discover that the slippery folds of her inner pussy were as greasy with clit juice as they could possibly be. "Mmmm," she hummed as his boney finger rode up inside her body. "It's about time."
"Get this," said Duke. "She's so hot that she's dying for it." He snaked his digit around to make sure that every crack and crevice of the twat flesh received the best feel possible. Then he pulled back a little, adjusted his body in front of her mound, his head closest, and did a bit of careful inspection. When he espied her clitoris, erect and ready as could be, the next thing he did was obvious: he pinched it up between his fingers and made sure that she got the kind of tweak that would send her through the roof. "Hot fucking damn," he said, grabbing the clitoris with both fingers, "this thing is as slippery as a toad in slime." He pulled it though, and off went wet Tilda's wild pussy, another step closer to climax. "Uuuuhh," she grunted, "I love you."
She rolled her hips with even the first press to her clit. And then, as Duke's manipulation of not only her cunt-prick, but of the hole itself, grew stronger and more vigorous, she began to roll and squeeze. "Come on," she begged, "you must enter me. You must fuck me now. I am ready."
"Say," said Duke, "who's paying who, young Swede? I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready."
"Oh, God, shit," she moaned in exasperation. "I wait for a full day for your cock and now you won't give it to me. Shit."
"She sure knows English when she wants it, don't she?" said Duke. "O.k., sweetheart, just a few preliminaries, and then we'll get the real McCoy underway." Duke started up with the "preliminaries," which happened to include a ream in his asshole, a ream in her asshole, a rub to her cunt, a kiss or two to her nipples, and a lot of French kissing, while Arnie and Mona were busily starting their screw, too.
"Mona," said Arnie in a secret whisper, "why don't you do whatever you want. You tell me how it's best and I'll buy that."
"I like something special," she said. "If you don't mind."
"What's that?"
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his ear. She whispered. Arnie sat back. "Yer kiddin'? A pretty girl like you? I don't believe it."
"Come with me," she said. She led him by the hand to the bathroom. There she climbed nude into the tub. She spread her legs. Her mound was pushed out and spread open. Her arms cupped the sides of the tub, her feet straddled the end of it. "Now get up on the edge," she directed Arnie. "Stand up there and you can aim." She reached her fingers into her pussy and pulled her twat wide open. Then she let go of one side and located her clitoris. She rubbed the meaty little pussy-prick up and down. She fingered herself and made sure that there was plenty of passion in her loins, in her pelvis. She looked up hungry and suddenly wanton and afraid, up at Arnie. "Ahhhhhh," she said, "I'm ready. Be sure to get it in my face."
"You sure this is what you want?" asked Arnie, standing over her with his feet planted on either side of the bath tub. "I mean it don't seem like necessarily the best thing for ya."
"Please," she said, fingering her clitoris, "start now." She rubbed herself vigorously. "While I'm hot!!"
He began to urinate on her body. He pissed on her legs and her thighs, and on her belly and around her twat. He covered her with urine, sprayed it everywhere. It went sliding between her titties, bouncing off of her tits, showering her face: It hit her in the cheeks, in the tits, in the belly. She turned sideways midway during Arnie's mixturation, and pointed her butt up at the gush. It sloshed down her ass crack. The warm yellow fluid was everywhere, and everywhere, with her free hand, Mona rubbed it into her flesh. She continued to pull on her clitoris at the same time, moaning, "Oh, shit, God, yes!! Yes, I love it. I love it!" She rolled her body and, as Arnie finished peeing, she came. Her hips shook violently and her climax was over. She lay in the tub with the urine coating her body and wondering if she would ever cool off. "Thank you," she gasped, "that was delicious."
"Anytime, honey," said Arnie. "You take a minute to recuperate yourself, and then wash up good now. In fact, I think I'll stay here and just make sure that you clean yourself just the way you got to so I can get a nice hot fuck. I don't want any of that yellow juice smell on your body when I'm screwing you."
She took another minute to catch her breath from the climax, and then stood up and turned on the shower. Arnie made double-sure that she scrubbed every inch of her body with hot soap and water, that she rubbed in all the various cracks and crevices of her body, and that she rinsed good, too. He wasn't about to go sticking his cock in a piss filled pussy. But the thought did cross his mind that it might be nice and warm. When she was finished washing, he dried her off. He rubbed her neck and her smooth black titties. He took special care to dry her bush and keep it stimulated as he dried other parts of her long black body. She was a perfect piece of ass, surmised Arnie, now that she was totally satisfied and clean. He took her by the hand and started to lead her back to the main section of the hotel room, but she stopped. He turned around and her lips were everywhere, all over his mouth, rubbing his chest, kissing him even on his cock without his asking. "Honey," he said, "you are hotter than ever!!"
Meanwhile, back in bed with Tilda, Duke was splaying his tongue across a big white mammary. He was helping himself to a long tongue full of her luscious breast tissue. She was, also, hotter than usually. Her titties were upright and erect, the nipples were bursting with cherry passion. He licked the little stubs of flesh and pressed them between his lips. He concentrated next on the bases of the mounds of titty. He coated them each with saliva, splaying his tongue everywhere he could, coating her with tongue meat. "Mmmm," he hummed, gorging himself with hot breast, "I love these boobs, baby Tilda. You're the sweetest little thing I ever did eat. How old you say you were?"
"Seventeen," she said. "Seventeen a few weeks ago."
"Ain't she sweet," he said, kissing her cherry nipples again. "I love it." He went down to her belly and felt the tender flesh of her stomach against his face. He worked out on her hips, rubbing his open mouth across the narrow patch of tanned flesh above her cunt. He landed finally in her well-greased honey pot. He slid his tongue in and made sure to rub it up good. He couldn't get over how easy it was to lick out this particular pussy. She was as sweet as the best pie he'd ever had. He loved the feel of her vaginal lips rubbing and juicing around his tongue, sliding up against his face, making the eat-out a passionate affair. "Baby," he said, taking a breath, "if I could bottle the smell of that cunt there, I'd be a millionaire for the rest of my life without collecting another cent from my oil wells."
"You are pleased?" asked the Swedish girl as she watched him eating her cunt. "You like my twat?"
"Yes." Duke looked up over the mound, between her big mammaries, into her eyes. "I love your twat. I'm very pleased." He went back to sucking on the girl's clitoris, rubbing the vaginal folds, dipping every now and then into the slippery flesh inside. "Uuuuuhhhhh," she grunted, "ahhhhhhh." Her hips began to twist. She rolled her pelvis and her belly at him. Her pussy mashed against his face. He used his tongue to make sure that she continued to enjoy the fabulous high. Her beaver pie rubbed into his mouth and he took advantage of it in the best way possible.
"Uuuuhhh," she grunted again. "Ooooh, shit, I love to be eaten." She humped her face up and down in front of his wild tongue. Soon he was sliding up along her body and preparing to jam his cock into her cunt. "Honey," he said, "you get ready."
"I'll trade you," said Arnie who just then came back to the room carrying Mona. The black hooker was pressing her lips up against Arnie's neck as he walked her over to the bed. She was bending his ear with her tongue and giving him kisses that were just short of leaving hickeys. "God damn," retorted Duke, "after all the work I did on her you want to take over now?"
"Look at this one," said Arnie, flopping Mona down on the bed. "You ever see anything hotter?"
"Yeah," said Duke. "This pussy right here. You can have her when I'm done." With that, Duke slammed his cock up into the soft well he'd so carefully prepared for fucking.
"Ahhhh, Christ," moaned the whore. "Shit!" Her hips jumped with excitement. She rolled her crotch around and around on Duke McGee's Texas hog. She climbed and inched her way up the snake of flesh. Soon she had him fully mounted. She had her pussy lips wrapped around the most remote portion of his root. She sucked with long tubular vaginal muscles. The muscles squeezed and rolled across his hot pecker. She literally tried to suck the jism out of his penis. "Ahhhh," she moaned, reaching her hands to his butt. "Let me feel your ass." She grabbed a hand around each ass cheek. She flooded her cunt, at the same time, and squeezed his buttocks. Duke's rod went pounding forward, drilling the hole, filling it up with all the hot meat she could possibly want. "Yeah!" he hollered. "Perfect!"
"Shit," grunted Arnie. "I guess we better get started there, tar baby." He pushed his body down between Mona's sweet black legs. He applied his pecker to the entrance of her sweet tube, and then jammed hard. In one terrific stroke loaded with thrust, he cleaned her pussy with his meat prick. "Mmmmm," she hummed, raising her legs around his face, "you like a nice flesh pie, eh?"
He jammed harder and faster. He let his cock work up and down against her hot little clit. He pushed and pulled, in and out of the hot slippery flesh, and a moment later, even before Duke who'd started much earlier, he was sending a load of jism into the back flesh canyons. "Uuuuuuuuuhhh," grunted Mona. "I love it. I love it."
"Me, too," said Arnie, pulling his pecker out of her cunt. "Me, too."
Mona went leaping down to his crotch. She pulled his fuck-stick up into her face and leaned her lips into a perfect blow job. She licked, rubbed, tongued, swabbed and splayed her tongue across the terrific and powerhouse joint. "Mmm," she hummed when he was all clean, "you are a super fuck for Mona. The best!!" She tugged on his hog one last time, just to be sure he was listening, and then licked just the head. Then she lay her head down in his lap. They both watched Duke finish off his fuck with Tilda.
Tilda had taken to moaning and groaning with the great lust that she felt in her fine long body. Her titties were cherry red and blushing even more. Her nipples were upright and Duke had one of them in his face He rubbed his lips back and forth across the cherry flesh, making sure to give her a perfect feel. Not even for his Texas wife at home in Dallas did he spend so much time and concern. But then again his wife in Dallas wasn't a Swedish teenager, either.
"Uuuuhhh," she groaned, throwing her hips, and her mound, up and down along his massive joint. "Oooh, shit," she yelled. "This is the best yet, Mr. Duke. Really the best."
He reached under and took her ass cheeks in two hands. He spread the buttocks, pulled them apart. Then he slammed his finger up into her asshole. "Oooh, God, yes," she moaned, grinding on his cock even harder. "Yes, rub it up good." He slipped his finger all the way up into her pelvis. He jammed so far into the tube that he though that he would be ripping the young girl's asshole to shreds. But instead of that, she yelled with ecstasy: "Oh, yes, squeeze it. Give me more and squeeze it." He rubbed his finger.against the sphincter, pulled it in several directions, and finally he yanked his digit out. He wiped it off on her ass cheeks and then took to rubbing just her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them with his long boney fingers. "Ooooh," she moaned, "bang me harder. Bang me hard."
He rammed harder and faster than before. His rod bore into her like a tempered drill. He could take all the heat she had to give. He could feel the juice sliding down around his flesh prong. She was coming like a motherfucker, juicing all over the place. Everywhere there was ooze and fresh gush. Her muscles were grabbing him so tightly and so firmly that he was about to come without even trying. He loved the feel of those satin flesh muscles grabbing and teasing his rod, milking it, rubbing the come out of it. He let go with a wild, Texas hoot, a howl that scared everyone except Tilda. Because she was the one who could feel his hot pudding filling her up. He was ejaculating all over the back of her cunt. "Mmmmm," she murmured, pulling him down around the neck. She forced his face close to hers and filled his mouth with hot tongue meat. "Mmmm," she sighed, "yes."
He broke away when he'd finished squirting off. He pulled his prick out of her Swedish pie. He smiled and lay back on his butt. She came down into his crotch and smiled at the big greasy hog. She licked it from the sides and up and down the shaft she slid her mouth. She landed her tongue in his nut nest, just to make sure that his balls were clean, and swabbed the egg-shaped rocks. Soon she had his goose bumps floating around his legs, chills crawling up and down his belly, and her hands were fooling with his butt. She indicated that he should turn over, which Duke was happy to do, and she tongued out his asshole.
"I can't believe my eyes," said Arnie. "That baby gives the best treatment I ever saw a woman give. Un-fucking believable!" He rolled his eyes as he gazed on Tilda's young tongue reaming out Duke's butt hole.
"You're next," said Duke. "Just hold on another minute and you're next."
"Alreet!" hollered Arnie. He turned to Mona. "No offense darlin'," he said softly.
"I'll be happy to ream you out," countered Mona.
"Why didn't I think of that," said Arnie. He lay down and spread his legs. Mona went right to work eating his asshole. "Nice," he grunted and groaned from time to time. "Just right."
And when Arnie had had enough from Mona, Duke had finished by then with Tilda. She went promptly to work on the next man in line. Arnie didn't know what to say. It was the best of all possible worlds. He rolled over on his back and Tilda started licking his cock clean. She rubbed her hot wet tongue against his joint. Soon he had no excuse for the licking he was, getting. That is, he was as clean as a whistle. He leaned down and kissed Tilda long and hard. He filled her with his tongue. Then he whispered in her ear: "Go clean up and come back. I'll fuck you again." She smiled and went on her way.
A few minutes later Arnie had fucked Tilda with great passion and, of course, with a big hard-on that shot a huge wad of jism. Then he flopped over and started to sleep. It was Duke who got everybody together. The foursome, after a brief nap, hit a couple of bars for drinks. Late that night they fucked the girls again before going home to sleep.