Four company representatives enjoy the perks of an evening at the hotel.
On the Road Again
By Greg
My business card says Bill; sorry if I withhold my full name. I work for a large subsidiary that sources automotive parts to the big three automotive manufacturing giants. I have to avoid giving any real names, and I know you will understand why.
My territory is the central south of the US. My job involves meeting with lower-level suppliers who compete for spots in our national and international supply chains. My job keeps me on the road, traveling constantly and meeting with the manufacturers that are the backbone of the industry.
My business card has been dropped into the rewards jar at probably every business-class hotel across the mid-south of this country. I am on a first-name basis with many clerks and most hotel managers of the larger chains.
Life on the road has its challenges. Time away from loved ones is only the start of the list. I sorely miss regular, good home-cooked meals. Eating out constantly is neither healthy nor as wonderful as one might assume.
The long, lonely evenings spent in hotel rooms are another drawback. The Companies I meet with daily use all the assets available to them. Many managers of these smaller firms I meet with employ female assistants who must have been hired specifically for their physical appearances.
If a plum high-level job is open for hire, a qualified, talented young male will always lose out to a mediocrely skilled but terrific-looking female. Men being men, we will always choose the eye candy over qualifications, every time. Being in close proximity to these hot female assistants all afternoon certainly leaves one longing for companionship during the lonely after-work hours.
I typically avoid viewing the expensive adult-rated movies at my hotel so as not to have to explain the charges on my expense account. More often than not, just spending a day around a particularly hot young female associate at one of these firms have mentally both fueled and satisfied my evening fantasies.
This incident I am going to relay occurred maybe a year ago, and I have been dying to recount it ever since.
Obviously, this is not the type of story you can share with those who count on your discretion and/or loyalty.
I am in my mid-forties and consider myself in good physical shape. I relieve the stress of long drives and sitting at meetings all day by taking advantage of the gym rooms offered at most of the hotels I regularly stay at.
I have only recently begun to notice the slightest greying on the fringes of my hairline. I have resisted the urge to begin dyeing my hair; instead, I have convinced myself it adds to my experienced status among my clients.
At least once a year there are regional conventions that are held by local subsidiaries or trade groups. My company always pays for my attendance and assumes them to be prime networking opportunities.
The last one was held in Biloxi, Mississippi last sping. Three of my co-workers, who have been with the company even longer than I, were in attendance at this particular event. It happened that we all were even booked in the same hotel. This hotel offered the suite-type arrangement in the room styles. They had a highly rated restaurant and a large lobby and meeting area downstairs.
Conventions are often the same old faces and just a few newcomers to the industry. I must have shaken hands with 200 people on that first day. Being polite and sociable is part of the job. One never knows what connection made will result in a new account or a foot-in-the-door opportunity.
Two of my colleagues, Sam and Kaden, who work in the eastern sectors of the Mid-Atlantic States, met me for lunch at the snack bar on the first day. A third co-worker named Allen, who covers the Southwest region of the country, also joined us.
Allen is a larger-than-life type of guy, a true Texan, and damn proud of it too. He is loud and boisterous, and his voice is often the only one heard even in a large crowded room. Allen is a real hoot to hang out with. His handshakes are like a steel vice, and he is the first one up and out of his chair if a female approaches.
Naturally, he is a terrific storyteller. He always has some stories to share that fit any occasion. There is probably some grain of truth to some, but his spin on the tales always exaggerates things to a Paul Bunyan-style “whopper” of a story.
After lunch we each went out on our own for the rest of the afternoon but had agreed to meet for dinner at our hotel’s restaurant around 6.
Later, the shuttle buses took us back to the hotel district. I left early and decided to shower and freshen up with a change of clothes and wait in the lounge area for the others to arrive. Upon entering, I saw that Allen had already beaten me there and was already making time with some female sitting next to him at the bar. Upon spotting me in the mirror, he spun on his stool and waved me over.
“Bill, say hello to Kelly,” Allen bellowed. She will be joining us for dinner.
Allen had been divorced for at least five years. His years on the road had taken a toll on his family life. I had seen him flirting and picking up women quite often. He was fearless, confident, and did not have a shy bone in his body.
“Kelly is on her way to San Diego to see her sister,” he said.
As Allen stood up to shake my hand, he began scanning the lounge and said.
“We should go to a booth until the others get here.” he said, looking around for the hostess.
Not seeing her, he pointed to a corner wrap-around-style booth in a dimly lit part of the room.
“There,” he pointed, not waiting for anyone to object.
Kelly was kind of a skinny, plain-Jane-looking woman in her early forties. Not Allen’s usual choice of female. As they both carried their half-finished drinks to the booth, Kelly turned and held out her hand to me; after a weak handshake and a polite smile, she returned her focus to following Allen.
Allen, being the consummate gentleman, scooted into the corner spot first and patted the seat to his right, inviting Kelly to cozy up alongside him.
I picked a spot to Allen’s left and ordered myself a beer when the waitress finally caught up to us. The lounge was practically empty at this time. There were maybe two other tables occupied with couples and just two guys sitting at the far end of the bar.
While I was waiting, Kelly continued her small talk with Allen. I was mentally giving her a thorough once-over. She had a shorter style of haircut, and several piercings were visible across the top edge of her ears. Thankfully, there wasn’t an abundance of tattoos showing. I had noticed while we crossed the room that her skinny-fit jeans hid very little. Her rear jean pocket even revealed a worn pattern where she kept her phone.
Kelly was wearing a cheaper-looking spaghetti strap top that left her shoulders bare. She had little else on in the way of jewelry, except for a small gold pinky ring. I was struggling to see any telltale shadow of a missing wedding band, but her tanned fingers revealed no indication of a recently removed ring.
I was only casually listening and loosely paying attention to their friendly banter. Allen was a master at this dance. He carried the conversation, constantly getting her to laugh at his corny jokes.
Being the more serious one at the table, I was honestly just trying to figure out if she was a “working girl” looking for a score. Allen, though, probably wouldn’t have cared either way.
He continued to work the conversation back to what was going on in her life.
“Women always love talking about themselves,” he was always telling me.
It turns out she was traveling with her niece across the southern part of the country. Her sister had moved west several months ago, and they were traveling to the Pacific coast to join up with her.
“Where is your niece now?” Allen asked.
“Back at our room,” Kelly answered, “We’re staying at a hotel a couple blocks over.”
“Well, doggone it, text her,” Allen roared. “Tell her to get her butt over here, be sociable, and get some grub.”
“We got a really great pool area out back too,” he added, “Tell her to bring her suit and one for you too,” he said, laughing loudly.
Sam and Kaden arrived shortly and ordered their drinks directly from the bartender. I saw Kelly lean sideways and draw her phone out and begin texting. I assumed she was texting her niece, maybe but I still had my doubts about her.
Sam and Kaden made their introductions and took seats on either end of the continuous wraparound bench seat.
It was nearly 6 when a cute little honey showed up at the opening into the lounge area. Shoulder-length hair, tight jeans, and a billowy top, which made it hard to judge her tit size. Her loose top was cut short, showing off a tight bare midriff.
Of course we all noticed her immediately. She scanned the room for just a moment until Kelly waved an arm over her head, catching her attention. The young girl was toting a large blue cloth bag slung over her shoulder. A rolled-up pool-style towel was partially sticking out of the open top.
She practically skipped across the floor, heading in our direction. I knew the other guys I was with had eyes glued to this little gem. I would prefer not to guess her age, if you can understand.
Allen was trapped in the rounded seat of the table and could not get up, so he practically pushed Kaden and me out of the way.
Allen barked loudly. “Damn, they sure do grow their youngins pretty down these parts, I’m here to tell ya’ all,” he said, practically knocking me aside.
Now clear of the table, he clasped the young girl’s hand and worked it like a pump handle.
Rachel,” I assume, he bellowed.
As was his usual, Allen stretched his arm wide and snatched the surprised girl up in a Texas-size hug.
I noticed that the two guys sitting at the far end of the bar had even turned around on hearing the loud exchange. Kaden eventually offered a polite handshake, as did Sam and I.
Rachel chose to slide around to Kelly’s right side. She wiggled her bag under the table and made herself at home by politely moving Kaden’s drink over one space.
“Well dang, if this ain’t a great start to the evening,” Allen roared, pushing past me to get back in the booth. He scooted around the corner and pushed up right against Kelly, even nudging her somewhat into Rachel, who was still trying to settle into her spot.
Allen is a hugger for sure. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve known him; it didn’t matter if you were male or female; he was going to grab you at some point and playfully jerk you up against his barrel-shaped chest. As he slid up to Kelly again, he extended his right arm out along the back of the seat behind her back and just about caught Rachel at the middle of her neck.
Rachel smiled broadly as the introductions were completed. She had the most perfectly formed, pearly white teeth. I found myself quietly thinking to myself, “Well, at least we know these two are not a couple of crack whores.”
I noticed Kaden was discreetly checking out Rachel. Given our tight spacing, he was doing his best not to be caught ogling her outright.
Rachel was approached by our waitress, and she ordered a virgin Shirley Temple. I assumed she didn’t want to get carded. This piqued my attention as I was still mentally looking for clues to determine her age.
Allen was now in his element. Having two females within arm’s reach and drinks flowing placed him right in his sweet spot. I noticed the space between Kelly and Allen had all but disappeared. They were shoulder to shoulder, and even Rachel was now squeezed up tight against her aunt.
Occasionally, Allen even stroked Rachel’s hair from behind her head. She seemed unconcerned and didn’t seem to find this objectionable in the least.
While Allen was going on about some airport story that I had already heard many times before. I noticed Rachel’s hands disappear below the table. Kelly sensed Rachel’s touch, gave her a glance and her hands slipped below the table also. I assumed they were quietly holding hands. Rachel slowly began to lean her head against Kelly’s bare shoulder and began nudging her like an attention-seeking pet cat might do.
Kelly picked up her drink and slid it over slightly towards Rachel. She picked it up and took a couple of long sips from it. Rachel placed the glass down back more in the middle of them.
Rachel continued to nuzzle against her aunt’s shoulder and even started to use her tongue to gently lick softly at Kelly’s upper arm.
Kelly hardly took notice of this and continued talking with Allen. I thought, maybe, I was the only one at the table who was noticing this peculiar behavior.
I wasn’t sure if she was being annoying, hungry, or trying to be seductive.
Allen’s attention was finally drawn to the young girl licking at Kelly’s arm.
“You hungry, girl?” he asked.
Rachel didn’t answer but left her tongue extended and touching Kelly’s arm. She gave Allen a quizzical look as if to say, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I was beginning to believe Rachel was a born tease, alright.
Allen suggested we all hit the restaurant for a full meal. All went smoothly, but Rachel still continued her strange behavior with Kelly. They were constantly holding hands, and Rachel always seemed to be playfully touching Kelly at every opportunity.
Allen’s charm and wit had us all rolling and chuckling at his audacity. Several sexually suggestive remarks he made in passing were not rebuffed by either of the women. He casually threw them out at the girls so often and not seeming really serious or expecting a reply that neither girl took offense at them.
The food was fabulous, and drinks continued to flow. I was watching as Kelly continued discreetly offering her drink to Rachel.
We portioned up the bill four equal ways, absorbing the two added meals between our expense accounts. At Allen’s suggestion, we all headed to the pool at the rear of the building.
Weeknights at hotel pools are generally light. There were maybe a dozen guests scattered about the entire pool area; a couple of people also occupied the hot tub.
The pool complex was first-rate. It was trimmed with a lush assortment of landscaping separating it from the view of the parking lots. We all ordered a drink to go in plastic cups and picked out a quiet seating arrangement in a corner. Allen asked if Kelly and Rachel were planning to get in.
Kelly gave a positive nod, and Rachel wholeheartedly agreed.
“Well then, I gotta go up and change to something more appropriate,” Allen said, setting his drink down on the table.
“I’ll be back in a flash,” he joked.
“You all keep an eye on our new friends,” he said, heading toward the elevators.
I promised to look out for their needs until he returned.
Sam and Kaden begged off and planned to just sit on the pool chairs, drink, and just observe. I pointed out to the girls the changing rooms on the opposite side of the pool, and together they headed in that direction.
Allen hadn’t been gone maybe 5 minutes and returned bare-chested, towel in hand and sporting black swim trunks.
He had just enough time to take a swig of his drink when Kelly and Rachel emerged from the changing room. Both were wearing skimpy bikini-style suits. I think Kaden actually choked on his drink first and immediately started coughing it up through his nose.
Kelly was okay, but little Rachel was an absolute knockout. Her body was killer. Her loose top had now been replaced with a tiny rainbow-colored bikini; her ample tits were literally spilling out over the stretched fabric. Who knew!
“Damn,” remarked Sam and Allen in unison.
Kelly’s slim figure was not bad but paled compared to what Rachel was packing.
“Okay, I’m not sitting this out,” I murmured quickly.
“I’ll be back in two shakes,” I said to Allen.
I headed back to my room and quickly changed into my swimwear. By the time I got back, Allen was already frolicking in the pool with both Kelly and Rachel.
Rachel’s demeanor just radiated youthfulness and vitality. She was playfully trying to climb on Allen’s back, trying to dunk him. Her tits were smashed out flat against him constantly. Yeah, Allen was eating this up.
I waded in and made my way across the waist-deep water to where Kelly was standing near an edge with her drink in hand. The sun had set, and the pool lights were now on and reflecting wave patterns on the outside walls of the hotel.
Kelly noticed my approach and seemed pleased with my appearance. I had always tried to keep my body in reasonable shape, and she seemed to appreciate I wasn’t displaying a mid-life beer gut.
Allen’s muscular frame dwarfed little Rachel, who was now clinging to his back. She had her arms locked around his neck, and he was holding her by her thighs at his waist piggyback style.
With a loud roar, he lunged forward, carrying him and his passenger into the deeper water. Somehow they separated, and he came up behind her, gripping her at the waist, and firmly steered her back towards the shallow end.
Kelly was much more subdued and was content to just stand in the waist-deep water sipping her drink with me. Any time Rachel even got close, Kelly would scold her not to splash and get her hair wet.
Rachel’s exuberance and playful interactions with Allen seemed innocent enough, given she had just met him less than a couple of hours before. There was a youthful, friendly banter of pushing and laughter enough to hold our attention. Rachel was constantly up on him, her arms wrapped around his waist or trying to pull him under the water. She seemed to constantly have some part of her body against him. I noticed she kept slipping her leg up inside his, and I assumed she was innocently just trying to tip him off balance.
At one point Rachel momentarily got out of the pool. Over by the wall was a box containing pool toys. She dug through it and brought back a pink pool noodle and jumped in near Allen. At first, she was strictly using it for personal flotation and getting a feel for where to position it. Then, as she neared Allen, she began pushing the float into the water between his legs. She let it float up to his crotch and then started stroking it back and forth.
This caught Sam’s, Kaden’s, and my attention rather quickly. Rachel then swam around behind Allen and was playfully tugging on the waistband of his suit. My angle was not as good as my buddy’s, but I swore she got right in behind him and was bouncing her hips against his butt. She sorta just held herself flush to his back and seemed to be grinding on him. This lasted for maybe a minute. Okay, was that some kind of playful massage or an outright sexual taunt?
Rachel then got in front of Allen and put the noodle around her back shoulders and under her arms. She lay back, gently floating flat in the water on her back, and then she struggled to bring her legs up and around Allen’s waist. She wasn’t quite square with him until he caught her thighs and straightened her out and brought her up right in front of his waist.
She remained scissoring his waist with her legs and then using her heels against his butt; she brought her crotch right up to his. Allen held her floating in this position. His cock was now pressed directly into the thin fabric between her legs. But for the fabric of each suit, their contact was a full-on sexual position.
Surely, Rachel was aware of how this looked. Things were changing rather quickly. It was hard to tell from my angle and see through the water ripples, but Allen might have even started giving her gentle thrusts from below the surface of the water.
Okay, things just got very real, very fast. Rachel was out and out now provoking Allen. The pool area did have a couple of security cameras mounted up on the perimeter walls; however, I seriously doubt anyone was ever monitoring them.
I looked over to Sam and Kaden, who had put their drinks down and were laser-focused on the antics in the pool. They were actually closer than me and had a higher view of it all.
Allen’s broad frame was blocking some of my view, but I clearly saw Rachel reach down and lift her bikini top up over her tits to give him a complete unobstructed view of them. She tilted her head back, dipping her hair in the water and thrusting her chin upward. Allen was holding Rachel at the hips. From Allen’s perspective, they may as well have been in the missionary position, and he fucking her outright.
If his hands had been free, I know that he could not have resisted the impulse to squeeze those magnificent orbs floating in the water just in front of him. Her intimate show wasn’t just a flash and cover again, but a lengthy, here they are; appreciate them, and just imagine.
Kelly was standing within a couple of feet of me, and we both witnessed Rachel’s overt sexual display.
“That girl is incorrigible,” said Kelly, taking a sip from her drink. “It’s a damn shame, ain’t it though?
Puzzled, I bit on her lead.
“How’s that? I questioned.
“Her stepdaddy, he took her when she was way too young and wern’t ready yet.” Kelly said, stirring the tiny straw in her cup.
“Now, she don’t do cock no more,”
Somewhat perplexed, I said, “What the hell is all that about, then?”
Kelly said, “Oh, she still likes men and will tease one all day long, but for the time being, she is a girl’s best friend.
Kelly turned, looking directly at me, and said, “She is an insatiable clit hound now. She can tongue the hell out of a girl’s cunny when she gets to going at it.” “She has had me rolling off the bed many times.”
I was dumbfounded and stood speechless.
Kelly continued.
“Her daddy was just a big fella too, kinda like your friend there, and he hurt her real bad. I don’t know if she will ever go back to liking it that way anymore or not.” Kelly said from under her breath.
“You know it’s funny though cause she really loves sex and is even a cum freak of sorts. But ya just can’t get her to take dick that way anymore. It’s just a right damn shame.” She said, taking another long draw through her straw.
I was silent for a moment, and then asked.
“So, she is a lesbian,” I mumbled.
“For now,” Kelly quipped.
Rachel eventually loosened her legs and stood up in the waist-deep water and then pressed right up against Allen with her top still raised up to her chin. I couldn’t see from my angle, but it looked like they were locked in a kissing embrace.
“So how do you explain what’s going on there?” I quizzed Kelly.
“Perhaps I should say something,” was her short reply.
Allen had lifted Rachel out of the water and set her on the lip of the pool. Her feet were still in the water, and her legs were spread open. Allen had pushed himself up on her, and his head was only inches away from her bare chest. They were clearly flirting about something. Rachel stretched her arms out and wrapped them around his neck, pulling his face into her tits.
“Should we be leaving them alone now?” I asked.
Kelly kind of snapped back. “I don’t leave my baby alone with folks I just met!” “No way of that happening!” she said and turned to head for the pool steps.
I had no way of knowing how this was all going to turn out, so I followed her with my drink in my hand.
Kelly got out of the pool and walked up behind Rachel and tapped her on the head to get her attention, and then she headed over to where Sam and Kaden were seated and still gawking.
I followed.
Kelly took a seat in one of the pool chairs towards the center of the cluster and waited for Rachel to stand up and towel off. Watching every move she made, Allen lunged up on the side and seemed resigned that maybe they had gone too far, and the fun for tonight might be over.
It was a showstopper for sure watching Rachel primping and adjusting her top back in place. Finally, she stooped over and picked up her towel and lightly scrubbed her hair, then wrapped it around her waist and tucked it in.
Allen followed Rachel over to where the rest of us were waiting. It was no surprise to notice that Allen’s trunks had tented out in the front.
Kelly waited for both of them to reach the group of chairs before speaking.
“It has been a really keen evening, and it was really great meeting you all,” she started.
You could see Allen’s mouth open to protest or apologize, maybe, but she didn’t let him get a word in and continued.
“It’s plain to see that we are a couple of girls who are a little down on our luck right now.”
“Rachel’s got a good mama, and we are on our way to be with her and get our lives started again,” she went on.
“We are a little low on traveling funds right now and really appreciate the kindness you have all shown us tonight.”
Kelly kind of paused a moment to collect her thoughts and words, and then blurted out,
“Look, we ain’t no whores! We don’t sell our shit for dope and such!”
Regaining her composure, she continued again in a much softer and measured tone.
“But we could surely use some help getting us back on the road again.”
“We are paid up on our lodging and don’t owe nobody anything.” Kelly said, she then sat upright and shook her head, trying to muster her pride and look dignified.
She turned, looking directly at Allen, and said, “Anyone can see you’ve taken a shine to my niece, and you have been a proper gentleman.”
“I’m a full-growed woman and I know what you’d like right now.” She continued.
“But Rachel’s my responsibility, and she’s had a hard life so far.”
“She’s gotten hurt, and bad too.
She then repeated, “We ain’t no whores, but if you could see your way to help a couple of girls on their way and I am willing to show you all a really good time.”
Well, there it was! I thought to myself. My suspicions were right about them. Perhaps this was a setup, or maybe it was a true tale. I waited for the exchange rate to be fixed. Allen surprised me by stepping up and playing along. He offered a solution.
He leaned into Kelly and quietly asked,
“What if we all were to contribute say, two hundred bucks each for gas and expenses to help you two out? Would that be sufficient?”
Kelly seemed pleased with the offer but had one condition.
“Rachel don’t take no cock,” she said. “She’s been hurt bad and hasn’t got over it yet.”
“I’ll fuck ya’ all silly and then some, iffen you want,” she said, “And Rachel kin watch and play as she chooses, but you don’t hurt her none, you all hear?”
“If she says no, she means it, I swear.” “And she don’t take it up the ass none either.” shaking a pointed finger to make herself clear.
“You kin all watch her, cause she can git me hotter than a bitch in summer heat wave.” “She’s good at that too, and she will have me drooling all over myself pronto.”
“But I do all the fucking,” she said firmly.
Glances between the four of us suggested we were all in on this deal. With a tentative nod, we all agreed.
Allen was the first to offer up his room suite. We all felt better staying put at our hotel anyways, just in case there was something fishy waiting for a foolish sucker back at the girl’s hotel.
A consensus had been reached, and a deal had been struck. Allen was the first to help Kelly out of her seat. She grabbed one of the towels Rachel had brought in the bag and wrapped it around her waist.
Rachel quickly stood also and again adjusted her towel one more time around her hips.
The six of us rode the same elevator up to the fourth floor.
Allen's room hardly looked disturbed. The room service staff had left a complete change of towels all rolled up on the bathroom shelves.
Rachel started shivering slightly upon entering the air-conditioned room due to her wet hair and swimsuit. She asked if she could use the shower first to get the pool’s chlorine out of her hair and the smell off her skin.
Allen asked Kelly if she wished for anything to drink from the minibar, but she passed on his offer. Allen picked up his dress slacks, which were haphazardly still lying on the bed, and moved them to the closet. He removed his wallet and fished out two crisp C-notes and laid them on the dresser near the TV and then put the TV remote on top of them. We all took the hint and did likewise.
Rachel had gone into the shower and left the bathroom door completely wide open. This hotel had the type of bathrooms where the exhaust fan runs when the bathroom light is on. In just a minute, we all heard the shower water running. Rachel cracked the shower door open and hollered out that this shower was huge.
“There’s room for at least two more people in here,” she yelled.
You would have thought Sam and Kaden’s clothing had just burst into flames. They practically pushed each other out of the way to get in there.
I had to smile after a minute when I heard one of them say aloud, “Oh my god!”
Clothing was shed, and the rollers on the door could be heard moving, shortly followed by muffled giggling. I could even hear Rachel ask one of them if they would like to shampoo her hair.
Kelly was also concerned about the smell of the pool water on her skin, but both Allen and I assured her she was just perfect. She picked up the pool towel Rachel had left it lying on the floor. The cool air of the room had somewhat transformed Kelly’s damp top also. Two perky nubs were visibly poking out from under her top's fabric.
Kelly continued and stripped completely, then dried herself again with the towel. Her body wasn’t that of her young niece but was just fine for her age. Her boobs had just a little mid-life sag to them, but her stomach was taut and thankfully lacked any unsightly tattoos or even stretch marks.
Kelly walked over and peeled back the bedspread and dug out a couple of pillows from under the sheets and sort of lay out diagonally on her back across the king-size bed. She beckoned Allen to sit down next to her. She caught his head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Leaning in, he covered her whole top half.
Kelly knew plainly that I was still there and wantonly spread her legs open for me.
I had never shared a woman with another man before, at least not at the same time. My wife would never have considered a multiple-partner situation.
Until then, I thought swinging wasn’t something ever to be in the cards for me. So while Allen focused on her top half, I attended to things below her waist.
The territory was slightly different than my wife’s, but I felt I could still do her some good. I snuggled my head into a reachable position and breathed gently, trying to warm up her skin. Fortunately, she was trimmed and even cleanly shaven directly around her lips.
I breathed softly into my palms, trying to warm them up. Gently using my thumbs, I pushed upwards on the hood of her clit and touched the tip of my tongue to her sensitive region.
I had no sooner gotten a reaction to my touch when I heard the hair dryer in the bathroom run for a while and then stop. Rachel led Sam and Kaden back into the room.
As soon as Rachel saw what was going on in the bed, she began hollering at me.
“Hey, hey! She raised her voice. “ ”That is mine. ”You, git out of there, you hear.”
I heard Rachel approaching the bed, and she put her hands on my shoulder and began firmly pushing on me.
I wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not. Rachel was certainly a flirty type but also sounded truly serious about this. Looking up, I saw that she was only wearing a single white bath towel wrapped around her waist; beyond that, she was topless. Sam and Kaden were standing close behind her like two lost and starving puppies.
Rachel unwound the towel from her waist and dropped it on the floor and literally pushed her way into my position. I wasn’t going to fight her for it because as soon as she got sprawled out on the bed and got herself situated, she opened her legs, rolled on her side, and presented her freshly bathed naked cunt to me.
I just assumed this was to be my replacement in kind. I claimed my option before anyone could beat me to it. Rachel’s skin still held the scent of the shampoo she had just used on her hair. Its fragrance was intoxicating.
So, I willingly took my place at the end of the human chain of interconnected bodies.
With only the flexibility and suppleness that a young girl's body has, Rachel was able to turn herself so as to lie mostly on her back but still with her head angled in between Kelly’s legs. She picked up right where I had just started.
Kelly was obviously aware a change had just taken place. She reached around Allen’s side and felt for Rachel’s head between her legs and gently stroked a couple of fingers through her hair in a very maternal way.
I kind of took this personally, as if Kelly preferred the touch of another woman over mine. I was even now more determined to create a challenge for Rachel by distracting her with my best effort on her own little pleasure spot.
Rachel’s hips were flat on the bedsheet at this point. As she spread her legs open, I was able to slide my palms under her upper thighs and lift her little bubble-butt and her cunt to a comfortable height for my tongue to work my magic.
I balanced her in one hand and laid my other hand firmly atop her incredibly smooth belly. The suppleness of her skin embodied her youthfulness.
As I pressed my face towards her and dipped my tongue into her, it was as if I was sampling the warm, sweet nectar of a fragrant flower. The lips of her slit opened easily, allowing my tongue to reach deep into her wetness.
I was going to have to dig deep into my bag of skills on pleasuring this young girl’s body. My wife loved certain movements with my tongue, and I was going to need everything in my skill set to benefit this honey and also prove myself to the others.
We were all buddies now, but I knew later bragging rights and sexual prowess would be rated and judged. My intention was to send this little babe so over the top as to have her begging me alone for more.
Minutes passed, and then through Rachel, I could feel and hear Kelly as she gave up a series of quick pants and several thrusts as an orgasm washed over her. I figured Allen would now be very anxious to shove his cock into something warm. Kelly had his total focus, and nothing would deter him now.
Allen straightened up, stood alongside the bed, and from somewhere nearby, produced a condom. He began to tear open the package and then knelt down on the bed and pushed Kelly’s shoulders deeper into the sheets.
Rachel seemed to have thoroughly primed her aunt enough to be ready to take on an energetic fucking.
In that moment a horrible thought began to settle over me. I didn’t carry condoms with me. In fact, I hadn’t purchased any in years. I was still married and obviously could never risk coming back from on the road with a partially used package of them. It would have been divorce city immediately for me.
I was still working that fine little cunt in front of my face and now trying to think of a solution to this situation.
I wasn’t willing to take seconds after Allen was done without one. I was still worried that Kelly and Rachel may have been pulling this same stunt all across the South. I couldn’t go home with some STD either. Borrowing one, even if Allen had an extra, which was not something guys do either.
As Allen now claimed Kelly’s entire body solo. Rachel rolled over, straightened out, and ended up with her head near the edge of the bed. Sam and Kaden had been patiently waiting for their opportunity to jump in on the action. Both were naked and displaying hard-ons developed in the shower, and now waiting for some relief.
Rachel from flat on her back, grabbed each of their cocks and pulled them together into range for her. I was in a perfect spot to watch as her talented tongue began an amazing dance of manipulation on both of those reddened cocks.
Kelly’s earlier conversation with me about Rachel being a “cum-freak” lingered in my head as I watched. I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that fully. But she apparently had no issues with giving blowjobs.
It was my turn to watch close up as Rachel pleasured Sam and Kaden. I stared in awe as Rachel went crazy on Sam and Kaden’s cocks.
Could it be that, despite being traumatized by her stepfather’s unwanted penetration, she still had an intense oral passion for cock?
“Damn,” “Would she swallow?” I thought to myself.
Her eagerness with the pair of cocks showed she certainly had no revulsion to oral play. I knew that neither Sam nor Kaden would last very long like this.
I stared in disbelief; she seemed to take each guy’s shaft even deeper into her throat each time. At one point she had Sam fully straddling her head, and she had sucked his ball sack completely into her mouth.
From my position, I could see as her cheeks drew inward, displaying an intense suction followed by her tongue’s motion inside her cheeks, jostling his nuts around.
Sam began to groan softly at first, then he grabbed for his cock, pulling his balls from Rachel’s lips. He began furiously jacking as an orgasm was taking hold of him.
Unbelievably and truly spontaneously, Rachel opened her mouth and grabbed for the bouncing shaft. She bent it downward and drew the last couple of inches it into her mouth.
As I watched, she drew her cheeks in, clearly indicating she was extracting his cum directly into her mouth. Her head recoiled a couple of times as the spurts of semen must have been shooting off in rapid fire rate into her mouth.
“Oh, my God,” I thought.
As if in direct concert with this, Rachel’s lower abdomen began to twitch. Her hips began a sudden grind and built into a full-on spasm. She caught the back of my head with her only free hand, grabbed my hair, and held my nose pressed against her pubic bone so forcefully my nose bent and hurt. She just had what I could only describe as a full-on body seizure.
I would have liked to believe it was mostly due to my masterful oral technique, but it coincided so perfectly with Sam’s cumshot pouring into her throat that I began to understand what Kelly meant by “Cum Freak.” She really got off on swallowing cum.
Sam bucked his hips several more times and leaned in over the bed and her as if his soul was being sucked out of him. With his hands now down on the bed alongside Rachel’s head supporting his shoulders, she continued to greedily nurse every drop of his fluids from him.
Finally, in his post-cum sensitivity state, she finally let his cock pop from her lips, leaving a thin white strand still connected.
Her tongue immediately shot out, and she snared the strand and drew it into her mouth, smacking her lips loudly in the process.
Rachel seemed only partially satisfied because she instantly began a repeat performance on Kaden.
Okay, I thought I could end it like that. My condom issues were completely solved now.
My wife had never been a swallower. In fact, she has never gotten any cum near her mouth unless it was accidental. To have a sweet young mouth actively gobbling down my cum load just became my new number one “bucket list” goal.
Allen was aggressively pounding Kelly. His thrusts were rocking the entire bed. There was a pause as Kelly got up and turned around and on all fours wagged her ass. Allen got in behind her doggy-style so both were now able to watch Rachel’s next performance on Kaden.
Kaden came in record time, mimicking Sam’s earlier reaction; Taking everything without missing a drop. Rachel smiled at me and opened her mouth. A slimy white shimmering coating covered her tongue. She licked her lips invitingly, then gulped, and gave me a clear view of her cleared throat.
I was still in my semi-dry swim trunks and instantly jumped up and off the bed. I came around to her head as she rolled over onto her elbows. Dropping my trunks to the floor, I offered my rigid cock to her waiting mouth.
Her lips parted, and my cock filled her mouth. Grabbing her just behind her ears, I steered her head smoothly down my shaft, letting her decide the depth she was comfortable with. I was shocked to feel her nose regularly bouncing off my abdomen.
“Damn girl, you are amazing,” I said.
The bed once again began to bounce as Kelly was in the midst of having her cunt hammered, but she still found the breath to turn to answer me.
“I told you she was a cum freak.”
I found a comfortable grip by cradling her face as her soft tongue caressed the tip of my cock. Rachel had already taken two loads of cum and was greedily seeking another. Luckily I hadn’t jacked off in several days, so I knew I would be giving her my best.
With her implied consent by not gagging, I pushed deep on each thrust. Only occasionally did she pull back to catch a full breath. I began to focus on her lips pulling at my shaft on each backstroke. She held me tight until my crown just caused her lips to part, and then she would lunge forward again. Her tongue was fluttering across the most sensitive part of my cock at that point. This girl had some true talent.
My experience of a first-time cumshot directly into a girl’s throat was my only goal. Rachel steadied herself by cradling my nuts with her fingers, and then gave them a playful tug.
That was all that was needed, and my first spurt rocketed off the back of her mouth. She repositioned herself and allowed my shaft to slide right past her tonsils into her greedy throat. I stabbed repeatedly and finished off clutching her hair and emptying my seed into her.
I think somewhere during this, Allen grunted out his satisfaction into Kelly.
I had no expectations about the other’s wishing a second round, but I was done, and completely satisfied.