"I don't think I've ever seen you in a suit before." Karen stroked his chest and ran her fingers over the red silk of his tie. "I think of you as an outdoorsman, but it looks really nice on you."
"Maddy's graduation at the start of summer. I think I waved to you at one point."
"Oh, right, that was when..." She blushed and hid her face with her hand.
"That was when you and I were spending more time together." He reached out and took her hand away from her face. He squeezed it and caressed her fingers with his. "Look, Karen, I've been overwhelmed lately and with everything going on with Maddy...I've let you down."
"It's okay," she said.
"No, it's not. You're a beautiful young woman and you deserve my full attention."
"Oh, Mr. Mars." She really went red. "I'm not asking for a commitment or anything."
"You've got it anyway. My commitment to spend more time with you."
That seemed to break something in her, some carefully dammed flow of emotion, that gushed out of her as she turned in the booth, tears welling in her eyes, and threw her arms around Spencer's neck. She tried to bury her face in his shoulder. He guided her to his lips and kissed her again, hungrily this time. She moaned as her mouth opened to him. He found her tongue with his and they shared a long, deep kiss that was only interrupted by the waitress arriving with their milkshake.
She gave them a murderous glare and slid the milkshake across the table. She pointedly set out two spoons for them.
"Anything else?" she snapped at them.
Spencer scooped up a heaping spoonful out of the milkshake and fed it to Karen. She could hardly fit the green ice cream into her mouth. With the waitress still glaring at them, Spencer turned back to Karen and kissed her again, this time with his mouth open as he slid his tongue into the cold, sweet ice cream that filled her mouth. She moaned and closed her eyes and shared the creamy cold with him, some of it spilling down her chin and pouring into his mouth.
"You are disgusting," hissed the waitress. "She's just a kid."
"Mmmmmm!" Karen finished the kiss and swallowed the rest of the ice cream in her mouth. She looked at the waitress and snarled, "I'm eighteen, bitch."
The waitress rolled her eyes in disgust and stormed back into the kitchen area. Spencer chuckled as he turned back to Karen and pulled her into another deep kiss. This time, as their tongues tangled, his hand slid between her golden thighs. He followed the smooth skin of her inner thigh to the warm mound of her pussy beneath her panties. He rubbed Karen's hot mound through those panties, gratified as the wetness almost immediately began to soak through. Her soft cries of pleasure were silenced by his lips.
"We should get out of here," he said. "Want to go somewhere more private?"
"Yessss," she hissed, scissoring her thighs together around his hand.
It took him five minutes to drive her to the motel. He parked right outside the room. Karen hung on his arm and leaned against him, kissing at his neck and ear. He pulled the key out of his pocket.
"You already had a room here?" wondered Karen.
"I thought things might escalate."
He unlocked the door and swung it into the darkened room. He waited until Karen was inside the and the door was closed to switch the light on.
"Gillian!" gasped Karen.
Gillian was stretched out on the motel's shabby king size bed looking like a character in the wrong movie. She was always gorgeous, lingerie-model perfection, but it was the first time Spencer had actually seen her dressed like she belonged on the Victoria's Secret runway. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in silk stockings, secured to a black lace garter that framed her lavender satin and black lace panty. Her round hip was turned to the side, her hand resting on it and her breasts ready to spill out of her satin bra.
"I've been waiting for you, Karen."
Gillian slid to her feet and sauntered over to where Karen was standing in wide-eyed confusion. Gillian reached out her hand to Karen's face and Karen, apparently snapping out of it, flinched away from her touch.
"What is going on?" demanded Karen, her expression caught between confused and hurt.
"We wanted you to join us," said Gillian, taking Karen's hand.
"You and Mr. Mars are 'us' now?"
"No," said Spencer, taking Karen's other hand. "Us is all of us. It includes you, sweetie. Not just this one time. Always."
"I want to be with you," said Gillian and she lifted Karen's hand to her face and kissed her fingers. "I want to share everything with you."
Spencer could see that it wasn't working quite as well as they had hoped. The hurt was still there on Karen's face, even if she wasn't trying to run out of the motel room. It was time for him to bring out the big guns.
"I love you, Karen," he said.
She stared at him in disbelief. Her lips fell open, but she could not make a word.
"I love you too, Karen," said Gillian.
"Do you understand, now?" asked Spencer.
Karen slowly nodded. The pain of being betrayed dissipated. She understood that even if it might have been a betrayal on some level, the door was being opened to make things right. All she had to do was step through that door.
"I get it," she said.
"Oh," Gillian stepped closer and caressed Karen's cheek, "you are going to get it."
That first kiss between Gillian and Karen was one that would be etched forever in Spencer's memory. The serious look on Gillian's face as she leaned in with her full lips and found Karen's slightly open mouth. The lingerie-wrapped blonde had to hold the kiss for a few seconds before Karen seemed to awaken to what was happening. Her eyes closed and her lips pressed back against Gillian's. A moment of chastity opened as their lips divided and pressed tight to one another. Spencer could hear one of them moaning, though he wasn't sure who, as their tongues danced in the shared space of their mouths.
Their lips finally separated, bridged for a moment by a glistening strand of saliva. Both girls were flushed and slightly out of breath. Gillian's blue eyes glittered with excitement. Karen seemed embarrassed that she had enjoyed the kiss so much.
"I'm not a...lesbian..."
"Neither am I," giggled Gillian. "It doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other."
Gillian pressed herself against Karen and this time her kiss was overpowering. Spencer stepped behind Karen and slipped the sun dress off her shoulders. It fell down her slender arms and down over the small bump of her tummy. He unbuckled her bra and peeled her white panties down from her firm little butt. Gillian helped Karen get the bra off and pulled her atop her onto the bed. Their legs intertwined. Their hands and mouths explored the contrast between Karen's lithe body and Gillian's more abundant curves.
Spencer folded his jacket over the arm of the hotel's chair and loosened his tie enough to take it off. He undressed as Gillian's kisses and pink tongue explored the straining buds of Karen's nipples. Karen cradled Gillian against the apples of her breasts, moaning as Gillian's tongue swirled around her tan areolas and hissing with pleasure when Gillian caught a nipple between her teeth.
Spencer dropped his boxers and climbed onto the bed behind Karen. He pressed behind her, letting her feel his hardness against her firm ass as he turned her face to him and kissed her. He reached around her to fondle those breasts. They were definitely larger and softer, her nipples slightly bigger and damp with Gillian's spit. Spencer squeezed Karen's breasts as Gillian continued to kiss and suck her way back and forth between them, her hot tongue occasionally slipping over one of Spencer's fingers.
"You're all I've thought about the past few weeks," gasped Karen, between kisses.
He pushed his cock down and slid it between her thighs from behind. Her slick groove and down hairs slid against the top of his cock. Karen's warm thighs clenched tightly around his shaft.
"Ooooh," she moaned. "Mr. Mars, please, I...need your cock."
He thrust teasingly against her lips, rubbing the ridge of his cockhead against her and letting her fee
l the throbbing hardness ready to claim her pussy once again. She pressed her firm bottom into him and tried to wriggle into a position of penetration. Spencer pulled his cock back and rolled Karen onto her back on the bed. He pushed her legs into the air, feet almost touching her head, her pussy bowed open to expose its glistening inner pink and her back bent upwards to reveal the pink divot of her anus.
"This is so embarrassing," moaned Karen. "You can see everything."
"That's the idea," said Gillian, dropping to her hands and knees beside Spencer.
Her hair was pulled back from her face and her lovely tits strained the limits of her bra. Spencer could not resist reaching out with one hand to caress the satin bottom of Gillian's panties while he leaned his face down and began to kiss Karen's thigh. Gillian joined him in the kissing, working her way up Karen's other thigh until they had nearly met at the shaved peach of Karen's pussy.
Spencer watched Karen's face contort in pleasure as he gave her dewy pink velvet a long, slow lick. He tasted her honey as he pressed his tongue between her folds and into the hot channel of her cunt.
Gillian was not about to be lift out. Her tongue slipped into Karen's groove as she pressed her face beside Spencer. They shared Karen's dripping slit and traded licks along her hot groove. When Gillian moved to concentrated on Karen's clit, Spencer licked downward, lapping his way to Karen's tight little asshole. The motel room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, sighs, and the constant lewd wetness of two tongues pleasuring one lucky woman.
"Ohhh! Myyyy! Goodddddd!" Karen screamed.
She arched beneath them, fingers digging into the comforter and her hot fucktunnel grinding against Gillian's tongue while Spencer devoured the soft pucker o f her ass. He screwed his tongue up Karen's tight little hole and she clenched around him as the waves of her orgasm rippled through her slender body. Spencer's tongue and Gillian's tongue eased Karen out of her orgasm and into another, lower plateau of pleasure. Her thighs were tensed, her slit awash in her cum.
"Ride her face," said Spencer to Gillian. "I'm going to fuck her."
Gillian clearly liked the sound of that. A smile curled her cum-wet lips.
"Do you want to taste my pussy?" asked Gillian.
She knelt high between Karen's legs and stroked her mound through the moisture darkened satin of her panties. Karen stared at her good friend, lust and fear of the forbidden mingling as she watched Gillian playing with her pussy through her panties. Gillian pulled aside the gusset and bared her delicate flower to Karen.
"Look at how wet I am," she said, spreading herself for Karen's benefit. "I've been wet for an hour just thinking about you coming here. Thinking about tasting you and watching you get fucked by Mr. Mars. Are you ready to take that step, sweetie? Are you ready to put your tongue on my clit?"
"Yes," moaned Karen, looking almost pained to say it.
Gillian climbed easily over Karen's face, straddling her head and dropping the swollen mound of her cunt onto her friend's mouth. Karen's excited moan was muffled by Gillian's pussy. Gillian threw back her head and moaned as Karen began to lick.
The sight of Gillian's purple satin ass covering Karen's face was almost enough to make Spencer blow his load in his hand. The lewd sound of Karen's tongue, the thick smell of aroused women and the way Gillian's ass flexed as she rocked atop Karen's mouth were better than any porno Spencer had seen. He opened Karen's legs and slid his cock against her soaked groove. He smacked it against her straining clit and she wiggled beneath his thick bludgeon.
Karen moaned something too thoroughly muffled by Gillian's pussy to be understood. Gillian translated.
"She's begging for your big cock."
"She doesn't have to beg," said Spencer and he rammed his cock into Karen's tight, teenage groove.
She was so wet that his cockhead easily parted her velvet and rammed deep into the hot tunnel of her pussy. He drove into her until his balls slapped against her spit-lubed asshole. His fingers duck into her hips and he pounded hard into her, sheathing every inch in her tender slit and bending the hot inner wall of her cervix.
He watched the way her delicate flower swallowed the hard pillar of his cock, so juicy that trickles of her wetness spilled out with every stroke. He held her hip with one hand and pressed the other to the plumpness of her tummy, stroking her there tenderly as his thumb stretched down to massage her straining clit.
Karen's cries of pleasure became so loud that they could be heard from beneath Gillian's grinding cunt. She arched into Spencer's cock and a new wave of contractions tightened around him. His balls pressed against her clenching ass. He buried his cock to the root and stared at Gillian's ass riding and bouncing on Karen's face.
There was no holding back. He pummeled Karen's tight teenage pussy with powerful strokes. At the last possible moment, with her pussy still squeezing with the force of her orgasm, Spencer dragged his length out of her clench. He filled his hand with his surging meat and stroked it, aiming at her sweat-damp body as she arched desperately beneath him.
The first white rope of his cum launched over her belly, past her breasts, and caught the lower edge of Gillian's panties. His semen splattered against her luscious ass and dripped onto Karen's collarbone. Powerful jets of his cum followed, gushing onto Karen's growing tits, basting her tan nipples and gathering in a pool between her jiggling breasts. He spunked onto her tummy and milked the last dribbling drops onto Karen's mound.
Pulling out was something he almost never did, but Karen did not need another load of his cum and he wanted to see her changing body baptized by his hot semen.
"Messy, messy," cooed Gillian, turning to see the cum decorating Karen's body. "I had better clean that up for you."
She slid off of Karen and beside her onto the bed, prowling like a cat from her creamed collarbone to her breasts, licking up Spencer's cum wherever she went. Karen, sweaty and red-faced from being smothered beneath Gillian, propped herself up on her elbows and watched as her friend cleaned the cum from her body.
Spencer remained kneeling between Karen's thighs, occasionally stroking his hand the length of his flaccid cock as he admired Gillian's lusty path. She looked up at him as she reached the puddle of cum in Karen's navel, staring into his eyes as she lapped up the cum, her breasts resting atop her friend and her ass raised behind her. Her course naturally brought her even lower, all the way to Karen's trembling mound, beneath Spencer's cock and balls. Gillian licked up the last drops of cum and goosed Karen with a few swipes of her tongue on Karen's clit.
Then Spencer felt the warm, wet pleasure of a teenage mouth around his balls. She fit them both between her lips and gently sucked them. He was fully hard by the time her mouth covered his cock.
"Are you going to take him all for yourself, or can I join in?" asked Karen, kneeling beside Gillian.
When Spencer was in the Marines, there was a stop his fleet made in the Philippines where you could pay two of the girls in a brothel to give you a blowjob at the same time. The guys who had it done talked about how amazing it was, but when Spencer's turn finally arrived he found two tired-looking middle aged prostitutes more interested in giving a handjob than a blowjob. He got off, but it was not one of his favorite sexual memories.
When Karen's mouth descended to his balls and Gillian's began bobbing up and down on his hard cock, Spencer knew he had arrived at that fantasy. Two gorgeous teenage girls proceeded to do battle with each other with their mouths. They took turns on his cock, Gillian able to just barely deepthroat him, gagging each time, while Karen had a curling technique with her tongue that somehow stroked his glans like a little tentacle of pleasure.
"If you girls keep this up," he warned, "I'm going to be out of commission for a while. A man has his limits."
Karen and Gillian exchanged glances.
"I think we'll find some way to occupy ourselves," said Gillian.
"Sharing is fun," giggled Karen.
The two girls pressed their lips to either side of his cockhead,
looking from him to one another as their mouths and tongues met around the straining tip of his tool. He could hardly withstand the sensation of their hot mouths wrestling at the end of his cock, their kneeling bodies stretched out on the bed and their asses wiggling from side to side.
Gillian resumed her expert sucking, her full lips tight around his shaft and her tongue cradling his hardness. Karen's tongue and soft lips pressed at his balls, her mouth sucking gently at one firm egg as they began to draw up against his root. Watching them both working diligently to get him off, he knew he could not last any longer. His straining cock demanded release.
"I'm going to cum," he groaned.
"Mmmmmmm." Gillian slipped her lips off his cock. "I think you need to cum inside me, Mr. Mars. Cum inside me and give me a baby."
"Oh, Gillian," cried Karen as she helped her friend onto her back and parted Gillian's shapely thighs for Spencer's cock.
Spencer held his length tightly, resisting the urge to give it the one stroke it would take to make it explode in his hand. He shifted his body onto the bed and between Gillian's legs. His sensitive cockhead touched her soaking entrance as he leaned over her. She wrapped an arm around his neck and looked into his eyes. Karen lay beside her, stroking Gillian's breasts.
"Give it to me," whispered Gillian. "Give it to me deep. Give me your cum."
He thrust into her, pushing as deep as he could go and holding there as his orgasm tightened and released deep beneath his root. Cum pumped out of his throbbing cock. Gillian moaned the hot pressure of his gushing load built in her depths. He kissed her parted lips and their tongues mingled together as he poured his potent load into her fertile, teenage pussy.
"I can feel it!" she cried against him. "Give me every drop!"
He moved slowly, not wanting to take his cock out of her, feeling his load against his shaft as he stuffed her creamy pussy full. Her walls tightened around him, as expert as Gillian's hands or mouth at milking him to the last drop. He turned from Gillian's kiss and his lips met Karen's. They shared the sweat-salted taste of the moment and he embraced both girls as his cock went soft within Gillian's flooded channel.
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