Steve smiled to himself as he lay on the bed listening to the sound of Doris getting cleaned up in the shower. Two different broads in less than a couple of hours. He was an even better stud than he'd thought. And they'd both been begging for it.
When she wasn't whining and complaining Doris was a lot of fun. Steve scratched his balls thoughtfully as he remembered his afternoon rendezvous with Mary Anne and Maybella. He hoped they had narrow little cunts as tight as Doris' asshole. He chuckled to himself. They'd make four breads in one day. Not bad, not bad at all.
Steve treated Doris to breakfast in the little restaurant attached to the motel. The coffee was hot and strong, just the way he liked it, and his sausages and eggs were a lot better than he'd expected. Doris chattered away about what a good time she was having, whispering to him that he fucked even better on vacation than he did at home. He grinned. Yes sir, the broad was okay when she wasn't bitching about something.
"Listen, baby, since we're both having such a good time, what do you say we stay on here a couple more days. I'm not crazy about hitting the road again, and they got a nice pool here, color T.V. in our room, couple of nice places to eat in town. Be nice just to relax for a while."
Steve held his breath, hoping he hadn't overdone it. If Doris suspected the real reason he wanted to hang around Clayburn she'd be mad enough to bite off his balls.
"If you really want to, it's all right by me, Steve. It does get kind of cramped, riding around in that little Mustang of yours all day long. Wouldn't be a bad idea to take it easy for a couple of days, I suppose." Doris busied herself cutting her pancakes and forking them into her mouth. She was afraid if she looked at Steve, he'd guess she had reasons of her own that were far from relaxing for wanting to stay in Clayburn. What luck! She couldn't believe it.
Steve signaled the waitress for another cup of coffee as he tried to keep from grinning with delight. Couldn't be going smoother if I'd written the script, he thought to himself. Of course he'd still have to figure out a way to slip off after lunch to meet the girls. But he wasn't worried any more. Luck was on his side; he'd think of something.
They spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon swimming and laying around the pool. Steve kept half an eye peeled for his early morning playmate, but the red-headed Venus with the big green eyes and bigger white tits didn't appear.
Maybella and Mary Anne came by lugging an assortment of mops, pails and brooms, apparently on their way to make up the rooms. They walked by Steve just as cool as cucumbers, barely giving him a glance, but Maybella wiggled her rump provocatively and Mary Anne tripped a few feet in front of him, scattering cleaning supplies every which way. Steve helped her pick them up, trying not to seem too obviously interested in the tits that were straining against the thin white fabric of her maid's uniform.
She slipped him the key to number eighteen while he was handing her back a big box of soap powder. He looked over to see if Doris was paying any attention, but she was stretched flat out on her stomach in the sun, her head turned in the opposite direction. Steve dropped the key into the pocket of his trunks and managed to tweak one of Mary Anne's tits while no one was looking.
"Later baby," he whispered, winking at her. "Keep it warm."
"Keep it hard," she whispered back, returning his wink. Then she said in a louder voice, "Thanks, Mister, for helping me. I musta' tripped on something."
Steve allowed himself the luxury of watching her wiggle away. She was sure a sweet piece. And that Maybella wasn't bad, either. These young cunts were real foolers. All cotton-candy sweetness on the outside, red-hot women on the inside. He adjusted his balls in his trunks and smiled, thinking about the afternoon to come. And come and come and come and came.
Right after lunch Doris announced she was going for a walk, which saved Steve the trouble of thinking up some excuse to slip away to number eighteen and the two budding young pussies just waiting for his cock. But Doris walked off in that direction too, and he decided to give her a few minutes to get out of the way. No sense in taking any unnecessary chances. Not if you wanted to have your pussy and eat it too.
Steve sauntered up to the office, apparently to buy an afternoon paper, but what he really wanted was to make sure the girls' old man was at the desk where he belonged. He was sitting there big as life, chewing on a cigar and reading some girlie magazine. Steve paid for the paper, smiled, and walked out whistling. He fingered the key in the pocket of his jeans as he started casually strolling in the direction of number eighteen.