When Doris opened her eyes again the afternoon sun was casting long shadows over the double bed where Hank still lay sleeping. Doris rubbed her eyes sleepily, wondering what time it was. Judging from the light it had to be awfully late in the afternoon.
She slid quietly off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom to wash Hank's dried cum from her pussy. More of the sticky, congealed goo dripped out of her snatch as she wiped. God, what a load he shot! By the time she had finally mopped up what she hoped was the last of it and come back out into the bedroom Hank was nearly finished buttoning up his western-style shin.
"Shit," he said apologetically. "Sure didn't mean to fall asleep like that. It's near six o' clock already. What're you gonna tell your old man?" Hank stuffed his cock into his jeans and zipped them up hurriedly. "Better get dressed, Doris, so I can get you back before it gets any later. I sure am sorry. Don't know what got into me."
"You got it backwards, big boy. I didn't get into you. You got into me!" Doris crossed the room and started sorting out her rumpled clothes.
"I sure did, baby," replied Hank, a big grin splitting his ruggedly handsome face.
"Don't worry about Steve. I'll think of something," reassured Doris, pulling her shorts up over her freshly laundered pussy.
"How much longer you stayin'?" asked Hank.
"Long as I can manage, baby," she replied mischievously, pulling her tee-shirt down over the small rounded mounds of her boobs. She looked so cute Hank wished he could fuck her again. Oh well, there was always tomorrow.
"Can you meet me tomorrow?" he asked her.
"I don't know, let me think," replied Doris, her brow wrinkling as she tried to decide when would be the best time to slip away from Steve.
"Listen, I've got an idea," suggested Hank. "How about if I get a room at the motel? Then you can just come on down when you can get away. My big ole cock'll be nice and handy, whenever you want it. What do you think?"
"Sounds good to me. Just be sure you don't get one too close to us. We're number eight. I'll call the desk and get your room number tomorrow afternoon; I think you can check in any time after one."
Doris and Hank hurried out to the truck. No point in staying away any longer than necessary. Hank reached out and pulled Doris close to him as he gunned the motor and headed back toward Clayburn Court Motel.
Steve stood blinking just inside the door to number eighteen, trying to adjust his eyes to the unexpected gloom after the bright sunlight of mid-afternoon.
Steve fit the smooth soft flesh of a full young breast pressing against his bare arm as one of the girls he couldn't see which one yet pressed her naked body up against him, kissing bin full and hard on the lips, her mouth half-open as her tongue pressed against his teeth.
"Maybella?" he whispered questioningly as he opened his mouth wide to her probing tongue.
Steve heard a giggle somewhere in front of him. Then another naked body was leaning against him, nimble fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt.
"You gotta bad memory, Stevie, darlin'," cooed the one unbuttoning his shirt. "That's Mary Anne you're frenching. I'm Maybella, honey," she teased him, opening his shirt and pressing her soft breasts against his hairy chest. She moved them back and forth as Steve slipped his free arm around her slim waist, letting his hand drape across her butt, his fingers resting lightly along the deep crack of her ass. He could feel her small round nipples hardening as she worked them across his chest.
Mary Anne's luscious tits were pressed against his arm. He ran his hand over her tit and down her shapely side as they continued to kiss. His fingers brushed across her slightly rounded belly, then inched downward till they were exploring the outer fringes of her beautiful blonde bush. She sucked on his probing tongue and shoved her hot young pussy impatiently against his hand.
Maybella reached down and unzipped his jeans, tugging hurriedly at his tooled leather belt. She finally got it unbuckled and pushed his jeans down around his ankles. He stepped out, of them and kicked them aside. Maybella gave a little cry of triumph as his already stiffening rod swung free and brushed against her smooth, firm thigh.
Steve's eyes had finally adjusted to the gloom. He noticed that Mary Anne's long blonde hair swung loose today, tickling his muscle-bound shoulders as she probed his mouth with her searching tongue. Maybella spread her legs wide and straddled his powerful thigh, pressing her steamy cunt against his rippling muscles.
"Why stand up when there's a nice big bed just waiting to be fucked in?" whispered Steve, slapping Maybella's round ass and tweaking Mary Anne's clit playfully.
"Ooooh," giggled Maybella.
"What are we waiting for?" asked Mary Anne, stepping out of his arm and wiggling provocatively toward the bed. Maybella laughed delightedly and joined her sister. Steve stood for a moment watching their twitching asses and long tanned legs undulating across the worn. His prick stood out stiff and hard in front of him. He reached down and scratched his balls, enjoying the ever-tightening sensation coursing through his crotch. He felt good striding across the room with both pairs of eyes fastened hungrily on his bobbing pecker.
"You want some of this, do you now?" he chuckled, cupping his hand under his big stiff tool.
"I believe I would enjoy some of that fine cock," teased Mary Anne, trying to sound like a rich society lady ordering tea for two in the drawing room.
"Mmmmm," agreed Maybella. "It sure looks delicious, don't it now? Why don't you bring it on over heft so we can find out?"
"Well, ladies, I think that could be arranged," replied Steve.
The two gorgeous teenagers sank down onto the bed, Mary Anne laying on her stomach watching Steve's cock drawing closer, Maybella sprawled on her back with her legs spread wide open. She reached a hand down between her long, slim legs and started slowly fingering her pussy, parting the lips every now and then so that the bright pink of her fuck hole winked on and off at Steve.
"Now why don't you let me do that for you, honey?" asked Steve as he flung himself onto the bed between the two girls. He pushed her legs even further apart and bent to lick the pink pussy peeking out at him from beneath the gently curling thatch of dark-colored pussy hair.
"Oh, Steve," she gasped, "lick the inside, too. It gives me goosebumps all over when you eat me."
Steve spread her pouting lips and fastened his mouth over the swollen knob of her cunt. He started slowly licking and kissing her love button, loving the way she thrashed her snatch back and forth beneath his roaming tongue, groaning and squealing all the while. Her clit was so hard and swollen it bobbed beneath Steve's tongue; he thought if it got any bigger it was certainly going to bunt!
"No fair, Steve, Maybella's having all the fun. I want to have me some of that nice, big juicy cock. Move your legs a little so I can slide my head underneath." Mary Anne placed a soft hand on each of his hairy, muscular thighs and pushed them gently a bit further apart. Steve was kneeling, bent over Maybella's demanding pussy, and it was easy for Mary Anne to push her head between his spread legs. She reached up and started caressing his bouncing balls, drawing his swollen cock down till she could take it in her mouth.
Steve stopped eating Maybella's snatch long enough for Mary Anne to get settled underneath him, then went back to vigorously attacking the pouting twin lips and the turgid love button thrusting up between them. He couldn't believe how good it felt, with his face buried in Maybella's fragrant cunt and Mary Anne sucking away on his cock, stopping every now and then to run her hands up and down its hard shaft, or cup his balls and bounce them gently on her palm.
Maybella was bucking even more frenziedly beneath him now, her long legs twitching uncontrollably as his tongue spread her creamy love juices over her hot young cunt. He darted his tongue into her cunt to taste even more of her cream and she gave a high-pitched scream of delight as he pushed it even farther into her cunt hole.
"Fuck me, Steve, fuck me now! I want to feel your dick buried in my pussy. I want it now, I can't stand waiting any longer. Please, Steve," begged Maybella.
"What about me, Maybella? If he fucks you then I won't have nothin' to do but watch," complained Mary Anne, pausing momentarily with Steve's rod gasped firmly in her hands, as if she had no intention of giving it up to Maybella or anyone else.
"Come on, now, girls, there's plenty of pecker for everyone. Here, Maybella, get up and sit on my stomach facing me. Then Mary Anne can come over here and drape her pretty little pussy over my face and I can french her cunt while we fuck. How does that sound?"