“Fuck me baby, fuck me!” She groaned. “I want to feel that big hard prick of yours squirting all that nice hot sticky juice inside my pussy!” She informed me. “I want to feel you bathe the inside of my cunt, I want to feel your warm cum pouring out of me afterwards, and then have the girls lick it all out of me,” she added a bit hopefully. Though Laurel moaned as she sat on my face having just heard that.
“Just say when,” Mila said from what sounded like a million miles away, and like she had anything to say in the matter when she did.
“Oh my god! Go ahead, do it!” Doreen cried out.
Now then. If you’ve never in your life experienced this, I really have to say, you need to. One moment I’m lying there contentedly enjoying myself, and hoping that both of them are too. In the next instant…I’m seeing stars. I mean lots of them, lots and lots of stars. I swear that for a moment, I thought a new universe had been created. I felt Mila’s finger suddenly go even deeper into my ass, she took just a second,
and then flicked some sort of internal sensory overload switch or something. Between the lights suddenly going out in the room, and the star thing going off inside my head, I felt this enormous surge suddenly rip through my cock, seemingly coming out of nowhere. As it did, I think I latched on to Laurel’s clit. I honestly don’t remember. But whatever I did, seemed to have an enormous impact upon her as well.
Maybe suffocating had something to do with the blackout. Either way, I just remember pouring what felt like a gallon of semen into Doreen’s cunt, though for a while I even forgot her name.
When I came to again, all of us…were once again collapsed on the bed, breaths still labored to some extent as everyone lay there trying to collect themselves.
All except for Mila of course. And even then, the patty-pat-pat of her hand as she slapped her pussy was a kind of nice way to lay there and just listen to it as she did.
**
“What time is it anyway?” Someone asked.
“A quarter after nine,” Mila answered softly. “Room service should be delivering dinner around ten.”
“Dinner?” I said sitting up, suddenly ravenous. Even as I did that, my tummy growled in response. I felt like I could eat an entire cow all by myself.
“Figured you might need your strength,” Mila informed me. “The nights are far from being over yet. But…”
“But?”
“Yeah but…you need to go in and take a shower first, we all do. We all smell and stink like naughty, dirty sex.”
“And there’s a problem with that?” I asked, still feeling a bit wilted and drained, not really wanting to do any more than lift my hands while cutting into a nice thick juicy steak.
“If you expect to be doing anything more tonight,” she informed me. “As much as I like good old fashioned sweet smelly sex, I also like a bit of freshness too before getting to the smelly sex part again. So…go on now Kevin. Be a good boy…”
“You mean, a good man,” Laurel corrected her grinning.
“You’re right of course Laurel,” Mila said, correcting herself. “Be a good man-boy, and go take a shower. We’ll be in directly to join you,” she informed me.
Reluctantly I got up and rolled out of bed. But the moment I stood inside the shower with the scalding hot water pouring down over me, I knew then it was the fourth best thing I’d felt so far tonight. And though I was hungry as hell, and anxiously looking forwards towards dinner, I suddenly found myself, just as anxious to slip inside at least one of them again, if not all three before the night was done.
I was soon joined by three luscious naked women as we all stood inside the shower happily soaping one another up.
I laughed as I stood there thinking to myself.
“Hotel Suite…five hundred dollars perhaps? Three gorgeous naked women standing with me in the shower. Losing my virginity to them in the process? Priceless.”
**
It only made sense that the girls had come over wearing the big white fluffy bathrobes that the hotel provided for their guests during their stay there. Now wearing my own, feeling considerably invigorated after my shower, though still ravenously hungry. We soon sat relaxing in the somewhat formal sitting, dining area enjoying a cocktail waiting for room service to arrive. Promptly at ten o’clock the doorbell to my room sounded.
“Dinners here!” Mila started standing up to answer it. Even as she opened the door I could smell the freshly baked bread as the gal from room service backed in through the door pulling the cart. I stood up walking over anxious to see what had been ordered. The fact that there appeared to be only two place settings, in other words dinner for two was confusing enough, but I noticed as I stood there looking down, two playing cards, a Queen of Hearts and a King of Hearts appeared in the middle of each empty plate. Bewildered, only then did I look up at the gal who’d brought the dinner in.