The Open Arms Motel

“Uhm, ah,” he said around the flesh of her moist pussy. He reached up to her gently rounded ass and pulled her ass cheeks apart. With one hand on her ass cheek, he inserted a finger into her asshole. She stiffened, but made no other movement. She continued her slow, methodical oral pleasure. Ethan looked hectic. It was obvious that he was about to cum.

Greg pounded his own cock harder, in an unconscious effort to come with them. He didn’t make it, Ethan came suddenly, surprising even the blonde. She mouthed his cock, sucked and drank, while Ethan suddenly stopped his oral manipulation and fell back on the bed, resting and enjoying the sensation between his legs. All too soon, it was over, and Ethan was in trouble.
“Don’t stop, you asshole. Finish me!” the blonde demanded.
“I can’t. I came,” he said helplessly.
“Finish me, you son-of-a-bitch!”

“I can’t, not after I cum,” Ethan said in a whining voice. “Give me a few minutes.”
“Oh fuck you,” she said, throwing herself off the bed. She wrapped a robe around her body and started for the door.
“Where are you going?” he asked frantically.
“To fuck the first guy I see,” she said, storming out of the room. He sat, staring at the door in disappointment.

Greg couldn’t believe what he had just seen. He froze with his hands still on his cock, then quickly stood and pulled up his pants. She was coming to the office, he realized in breathless anticipation. She was coming to him!

Greg met her as she stormed into the office.
“I need change,” she said, slamming a dollar bill down on the counter. With nervous hands, Greg counted out the quarters. She spun away and headed toward the coke machine. Greg had an excellent view of a bare leg and thigh with each step.
“You look distraught,” Greg said hesitantly.
“Do I?” she demanded, without looking his way.
“Is there anything I can do?” he asked hopefully.
“I doubt it,” the coke slammed down into the bin. She opened it and went over to sit by the window. She looked out into the darkness, while sipping her coke. Her robe was open, revealing her naked legs and thighs. Only her pussy remained hidden.
“Wow,” Greg said in a whisper.
“What?” she demanded, looking his way.
“I… I said wow.”
“Why?”
“You are beautiful, probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Certainly the most beautiful girl who’s ever been in here.”
“I’m not a girl, I haven’t been a girl for at least a century. Hey, aren’t you the guy who checked us in?” she seemed to look at him for the first time.

“Yes,” he said, suddenly shy under the intense stare of those amazing hazel eyes.
“Are you gay?”
“What!” Greg roared.
“Ethan thinks you might be gay. Are you?”
“Hell no,” Greg was outraged.
“Do you have a big cock?”
“Sure,” Greg said uncertainly. His spine began to tingle. His mouth was dry with nervousness.
“Fuck me,” she said, slamming down her coke.
“I… ok,” Greg squeaked. She stood and started around the counter. Suddenly, with the clarity of a man who was about to die, Greg remembered that the tv was still on. It would show a perfect picture of Ethan still sitting on the bed, disparaging at her loss. He was so fucking dead.
“Not here,” he said suddenly.
“Why not?” she demanded.
“No room. Let’s use the room next door,” he said in sudden inspiration.

“Yeah, ok,” she nodded. Greg grabbed the room key, turned on the no vacancy sign, and locked the front door. With the wind tearing at their clothing and sucking the heat from their bodies, they hurried to the room next door. Greg glanced at room 1C superstitiously, as he closed the door and turned to face the blonde. She was sitting naked on the bed.

“My God, you are so damned beautiful,” he gasped, ripping his clothes off as he advanced toward the bed. She sat, giving him a skeptical look, while he dropped his pants and shoved them down with his shorts. His cock sprang to attention.
“Not bad,” she said in reluctant admiration.

“I have got to eat that cute little pussy of yours,” he said, sinking to his knees before her.
“How do you know that it’s cute and little?” she asked. She had her legs crossed and her pussy hidden.
“On that body?” Greg gasped. “It just has to be. I’ve fantasized about it since the minute I saw you.”
“Oh, she said, opening her legs. Greg moaned in anticipation. Here it was the object of his desires, the very pussy he had been craving so much, as Ethan fucked it.
“My God,” Greg said in awe. He mashed his mouth against her pussy and sucked. She giggled and fell back on the bed, opening her legs wide.

Moaning in retrained passion, Greg ate savagely, giving her some pain, but not unduly so. She seemed to need the slight pain, as much as he needed to taste her womanhood. He held her legs between his thumbs and fingers, marveling at how small and child-like they were. They looked like the legs of a 12 year old girl. On a sudden impulse, Greg pushed her legs up to her chest and began licking her asshole. She gasped at the unexpected pleasure she felt. The memory of her own words came back to her. She looked down at Greg, eagerly reaming her ass, and giggled lightly.

Greg didn’t care why she was giggling, he assumed that it tickled. He really didn’t know, since nobody had ever been sick enough to ream his asshole. Her’s, on the other hand, was so damned perfect. A cute pink puckered ring between two sweet nethery cheeks. Her creamy skin brushed against his cheeks as he feasted on her sweet ass. She withered and mashed her tits in her hands, while looking down at the top of his head, bobbing beneath her. Suddenly, he dropped her legs and pounced on her pussy. Slurping noisily, he sucked her tiny wet pussy lips dry, then began mashing his tongue into her wet flesh and dragging it through the softly-scented valley of moist heat. She cried out each time his tongue slid through her pussy. She squirmed to reach to top of his head and pull him tightly into her crotch. She gasped like a woman in labor, panting and gurgling while his tongue tore her cunt to pieces. She shuddered and her eyes flew open wide.

“I’m coming,” she moaned. “I’m coming again. Oh, oh…” She stiffened, then squealed as her pussy began spasming around his tongue. He continued to lick unrelenting, while she squealed and squirmed, hunching her pussy against his face. He wrapped his arms around her legs to hold them steady, while he continued eating for as long as she could stand it. Finally she gasped “no” and pushed him lightly away.

“Only a moment,” she whispered, falling back on the bed in exhaustion.
“You are beautiful,” he said, wiping his face on the back of his hand. “And you taste good too.”
“I don’t feel beautiful,” she said, slowly sitting up.
“You are, in every possible way that a woman can be beautiful.”
“Thanks. Now I want to be fucked and fucked hard.”
“And I want to fuck you hard. I wouldn’t have missed eating you for the world, but it’s time to let Charlie eat.”
“Charlie?”
“Charlie,” he pointed at his cock as he dropped his pants.
“Can I kiss Charlie?”
“Sure, but don’t make it too long. Charlie might explode.”