STORY FOR SANDI
I was a little put out when I checked in at the motel just outside New Plymouth, to find that I was in Unit 7. I don’t know why I was put out, as it was only the fourth time that I had stayed there, but each time previously I had been in the adjoining unit, number 6. It was hardly home, a tired though redecorated block, but perhaps I’m more a creature of habit than I imagined. Besides, while Unit 7 was a mirror image of its neighbour, I was accustomed to things being the other way around, and in addition, I had some pleasant memories of activities there.
Feeling slightly disgruntled, I began shifting my gear from the car to my unit. I had finished and was inside my rooms when I heard a vehicle pull up outside the adjacent unit. Call me nosy if you will, but I headed back out to my car, hearing as I neared the door, voices and a car door slam. I was outside in time to see a woman leaning into the passenger side of a small Toyota station wagon. I nodded to her, greeting her with “Good evening!” She nodded briefly in response as she turned and disappeared into her motel. I heard a brief murmur of voices, one male, and then she returned to the car to retrieve some thing from the back. Once again I tried to engage her, remarking on the warmth of the day and evening. She paused, undecided as to whether to respond.
I quickly assessed her, picking her to be late thirties or early forties, fit looking, toned although not slim, a face that whilst now looked slightly harassed would I guessed generally be cherry, framed with short blonde curls. She relaxed for a moment. “Yes, warmer than the day started out.” she responded, then, clutching a sheaf of papers taken from the car, she closed the vehicle door and re-entered her motel.
Ten minutes later, as I washed down my supermarket-bought seafood salad with a glass of Aussie chardonnay, I watched my neighbours leave, presumably heading for a meal in town. They returned an hour later. I had finished both my meal and reading the newspaper, and was halfway through the bottle of wine, listening to a Chris Botti minidisk and reading my book when my neighbours returned. Perhaps half an hour later a tap on my unit’s ranch-slider door preceded the rumble of its worn wheels as it was slid open, and the head of my previously conversationalist from next door thrust through my curtains. “Gary said to ask if you were on your own, and if so would you like to join us for a drink.” she asked. I didn’t bother analysing why her attitude had altered so dramatically in the last hour, but accepted with alacrity as I gestured to my half-empty bottle of wine. “Bring it with you.” she breezed, and grabbing it I followed her next door. Gary was sprawled along a sofa against the wall when we entered. Swinging his legs to the floor he stood, extending his hand in greeting. We shook as he introduced himself and his partner Cheryl.
We sat at the table, sipping wine as we chatted, initially of our work.. We were all sales agents, although I was the only one on commission only, and as we relaxed our conversation moved into more personal areas. While Gary and Cheryl had been in a relationship for many years, Gary was still married although Cheryl had been widowed for several years when her husband died suddenly. They had taken advantage of their employment situation to arrange their call cycles to coincide so that they could travel together. With half a bottle of wine in me I was more than usually awake to their hints that in their travels they often enjoyed involving third parties. In turn I let them know that I was aware of their hints by referring that I too had taken advantage of “interesting” opportunities in my travels, and from that point the balance of the night’s activity was as if preordained.
When Cheryl stood, Gary and I moved towards her as one, stripping her of her blouse and skirt to reveal apricot bra and panties which were equally quickly removed. Her body matched my earlier appraisal of her. She was as solidly built as only a true athlete can be; very firm and toned with shapely legs. Her breasts were firm, nicely shaped and sat high on her chest with small, pink nipples surmounting large, pale and flat aureoles, while her shaved, prominent pubic mound bulged from between her thighs with thick in-rolled lips, looking like a plump and juicy peach.
Even as I was assessing her, Cheryl had our flies unzipped, each hand fondling an erecting cock, her fingers massaging the thick rim of my broad knob while she rolled Gary’s foreskin back and forth as his cock stiffened.
Even as we shed our clothes Gary and I were kneeling to suckle her breasts as we fondled her pussy and ass.. She was already wet and in a few quick minutes she was gasping and moaning, her hips jerking against our hands in orgasm in response to our fingering. Reaching down she pulled us both to our feet before dropping to kneel before us, her practised mouth and tongue working on each of our cocks in turn.
As we stood side by side, Cheryl’s mouth and hands busy on our cocks and balls, I could not help noting the contrasts between Gary and me. I pride myself on keeping myself fit, and Gary’s toned body was obviously a legacy of the mountain biking exploits he and Cheryl had talked of earlier. But while his body was almost hairless and his head shaved smooth, my chest and body had a generous cover of thick curls. In contrast, his balls and the base of his cock sprouted a thick mass of curly hair, while my lower belly, cock and balls were shaved and hairless. And while Gary’s rigid dick was of healthy six inches long, my thicker shaft and large, cut knob was getting more of Cheryl’s attention.
After fifteen or twenty minutes of Cheryl’s expert oral attention I was anxious to return the favour. Pulling her to her feet I pushed her back to the edge of the bed, lowering her onto it as I knelt, lifting her legs over my shoulders and burying my head between her thighs to feast on her silky-smooth pussy. Within minutes she was wriggling and heaving in orgasm as I alternately licked her erect clit and tongued deep in her syrupy cleft, her groans muffled by Gary’s cock in her mouth as he knelt over her head. Gary moved aside as I stood to lift Cheryl up the bed and lowered myself between her thighs. She reached for my cock, guided it to her very wet slit and grunted as I pushed into her with a single thrust, the walls of her pussy gripping me with a delightfully tight clasp as my thick cock bulldozed into her. Braced over her on my arms I let my cock soak in the welcoming grip of her pussy for a few minutes, revelling in the contractions of her vaginal muscles on my shaft. Once I felt that it was time for me to return the favour, I began to flex my hips, driving my cock back and forth, enjoying the exquisite friction of her tight vaginal canal on my shaft. The sensations were so great that as she climaxed I let my spunk fly, jetting deep into her open womb. As soon as I had cum I rolled off to one side, Gary quickly moving to take my place, his cock sliding easily into her well-lubricated channel. He wasted no time on foreplay, quickly settling into a regular and rapid thrusting that soon had her climaxing once more, quickly followed by his own orgasm, to judge by his shuddering grunts and the frenzied shuttling of his hips.
When he pulled away I moved up on her and mounted her, fucking her in the same position for several minutes while Gary watched, before turning her over to fuck her doggy style as Gary knelt in front so that she could suck him again. Gary and I swapped places several times, and then after I had taken his place and been fucking her steadily for about ten minutes, she asked me to pull out and lie on the bed. I lay down and she balanced over me on the balls of her feet, guiding her cock into me as she lowered herself onto it and began to ride me as she squatted above me. In this position her pelvic mu
scles were so tight that her
cunt milked my cock like a fist. It was so good that after four or five minutes I had reached down to lift her off me, as I didn’t want to come so soon, but she just rode me harder. I couldn’t help myself, flexing my hips and thrusting up to meet her bobbing hips as she fucked me. As soon as she sensed that I had finished squirting into her she lifted off me. I slid up the bed and Gary, who had been fingering her arse as she fucked me, pushed her forward onto her elbows and got into her from behind as she began to suck me again and I reached under her to play with her tits.
Gary, who had continued fingering Cheryl’s arse as he fucked her, working plenty of saliva into her hole, suddenly pulled out of her cunt and rammed straight up her arse without missing a stroke: she gave a bit of a grunt, but continued sucking me as Gary fucked her ass. He kept at it for quite a while before he pulled out and went to the bathroom. Cheryl flopped onto the bed for a rest and I brought our wines back to the bedroom from the lounge.
When Gary came back to the bedroom he had a quick drink then knelt beside the bed and began to play with my cock and balls and then suck me, while Cheryl left the room to return with a tube of lube. As soon as I was fully hard again Gary knelt on the foot of the bed; Cheryl lubed first his arse and then my cock. Standing behind him I slowly eased my cock into him, stopping every time he winced before pushing further into him. Cheryl teased him about being a wimp, as she knelt beside me exclaiming that it was “awesome” and “beautiful” while watching my cock slowly filling him. Once he had relaxed and opened up I fucked him both hard and slow in turn. Cheryl knelt behind me and lubed up my hole, working first one, then two, and finally three fingers into me. She told Gary what she was doing and he asked where the strap-on was, but she had left it in the car. The way she rammed her three fingers into me stretched me quite painfully, but I kept on fucking Gary regardless, periodically reaching under him to fist his stiff cock. Eventually he had enough, and I pulled out of him and went and cleaned up in the bathroom. When I returned Gary wanted a go at me, which I could hardly refuse, but he was getting tired and couldn’t get hard enough to get up me. When he gave up trying I bent Cheryl over the bed again and fucked her hard, frigging her clit until we both came.
It was a great night. Cheryl had lost count of her climaxes; I had cum twice and I think Gary had also. The motel stank of sex and perspiration, and my lower body and thighs were sticky with cum, cunt juice and lube. I opened all the windows, jumped into the shower and had a great soak before heading for bed, tired but elated.