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The jeans were at least five years old, and she had gained a little weight since buying them, so they were exceedingly tight across the full curves of her ass and clung to her shapely thighs like a second skin. They had faded to white over the two half-moons of her ass, and the button that held the waistband together in the front was straining. But by so clearly revealing every line, dip and curve of her as and even her cunt, the jeans did the job she wanted them to do, which was exactly why Tara Allen had worn them tonight. She wanted every eye drawn to the jutting rise of her ass and the lushly dipping valley leading to her cunt, and so far that had been the case, but still she found her fingers trembling a bit as they fumbled with the button holding the front of those jeans together. This had to be done in exactly the right way.

"What say we give the boys a real surprise when they get back with the beer?" she said, smiling wickedly at the young blonde who lay sprawled on the garish waterbed that, almost filled the motel room and making motions with her hands to indicate the removal of her jeans. "Why not let them walk in and find a couple of live pussies staring them in the face?" Tara took and held a deep breath that caused her large tits to swell noticeably, as she waited to see what the response of the younger girl would be.

"I will if you will," Kathy Graw said, the waterbed quivering under its fake fur covering as she sat up and threw her legs over the side. Her large cornflower blue eyes were glowing brilliantly. "We can put that cassette back on the television and let them walk in and find us naked while that chick is sucking that big cock in living color, and…"

"Fuck that chick!" Tara said, her long auburn tresses swinging as she nodded her head to dismiss the television and the porno cassettes that were provided as a part of the rental of this "X-rated" motel room that was designed only to accommodate those interested in fucking. "I've had all I can take of watching her fuck and suck that monster-sized dick. I'm ready to take on some dick of my own."

"All of us here together? In the same room?" Kathy said hesitantly, but her eyes remained bright, and Tara knew she had made the right choice for her first excursion into the wide, wide world of wild, wild fucking Kathy might have that young and innocent look about her, but before her recent marriage to Wayne Graw, she had been known as a girl willing to fuck any man who asked and ask any man who didn't. Tara knew of several occasions when the blonde had happily and willingly gotten herself involved in marathon fuck-sessions with groups of men or boys.

"You don't have to watch," she told her, laughing now as she undid the button of her jeans and tugged them down over flaring hips. "You can always turn your head."

Kathy's eyes grew wider still as Tara, already shoeless, stepped out of the jeans and revealed a cunt luxuriantly surrounded by thick auburn curls, buttocks that were untanned, white as marble, and in tempting contrast to the tawniness of her sun-kissed thighs and legs.

"I won't have to turn my head," the young blonde finally managed to say, laughing a bit breathlessly. "I'll be too busy giving head to have time to watch you and Jerry fucking. God, I wish I had your tits!"

Tara had now stripped herself of her tight-fitting pullover, and as she had left home braless and pantieless, she was totally naked. Her high, large magnificently curved tits had become covered with gooseflesh the moment they felt the touch of the air conditioning, and they bounced only slightly as she walked with saucily rolling hips to stand in front of the girl on the huge water bed.

"Honey, if you really want them," she said, using her hands to cup and lift her firm tits while wriggling her shapely ass and moving her cunt close before Kathy's staring eye, "you can have my tits any time you say the word. Or anything else I have, for that matter."

Kathy laughed, uneasily but in a way that showed she knew Tara was only joking, then tugged her thin red sweater over her head. She too was without a bra, and her titties, smaller and without the obvious firmness of Tara's, were sweetly plump and tipped with bright pink nipples. She threw the sweater aside and stood to remove her jeans, then hesitated briefly before taking off her tiny blue panties.

She was put together like an erotic doll. The cheeks of her ass were beautifully curved and just a little bigger than might be expected on a girl her size, and she retained just enough baby fat to give her the faintest hint of a round little tummy. Her legs and thighs were smooth and creamy, yet obviously strong, and just a small puff of taffy-colored hair could be seen around her pussy. Her plump titties jiggled delectably as she flounced down on the water bed.

"Wonder what Jerry and Wayne will say when they come back and find us here naked together?" she said, giggling, as Tara lay down beside her and sighed with pleasure as she felt the warmth of the fake fur spread against her naked back, thighs, and ass. "Bet you they start accusing us of getting it an with each other."

Tara looked up at their reflection in the mirrored ceiling above the bed and moved her leg until it was lightly touching Kathy's. "If they don't hurry up and get here, they'll be right about that. My cunt is so hot I'm about ready to settle for what I can get." To emphasize this she put the fingers of one hand on the soft mound above her pussy, lifted one knee slightly, and rubbed.

Kathy, who still had not moved her leg away, was staring up at the mirrored ceiling to watch, obviously entranced. The tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

"Have you ever wondered about what that would be like – getting it on with another girl?" A tremor in her voice said she was afraid to raise the subject but unable not to, and her words came from a throat gone dry. "Have you ever just wondered about how different it would feel having your pussy eaten by a woman?"

Tara laughed and without hesitation moved her hand from her own cunt to the warm nest between the thighs of the blonde. "I doubt if we'll ever have a better chance to find out," she said, and was ready to take Kathy in her arms, kiss her lips, suck her titties, and make all the moves that would lead her lips to that taffy-colored cunt, when they heard the car coast to a halt outside the room. She let her fingers slide over Kathy's sleek hip as she reluctantly took them from the warm moistness of her cunt.

"Maybe another, time," she said, laughing a silent laugh as she saw the mixture of fright and disappointment on Kathy's pretty face, saw the plump titties shaking with excitement, "Right now I think our cunts are about to get all they can handle."

Wayne Graw, holding a six-pack of Schlitz in one hand and a bag of ice in the other, was first through the door. He was short and powerfully built, with a somewhat cruel cast to the rough features of his squarish face, and the incongruity of it made Tara want to laugh when she saw the furious blush spreading upward from the open collar of his sport shirt.

"Well, I'll be damned!" he said, his eyes going from his wife, Kathy, to Tara, and lingering there.

"No, you'll be fucked, and sucked," Tara laughed, as Kathy left the bed and hurried over to press the full length of her naked body against him, her plump ass rolling as she kissed him on the mouth. "If you'll just close the damned door, that is. Jerry, will you get the hell over here and give me some of that tongue, or do you want me to find somebody else to eat it?"

That last reference had been intended for the ears of Wayne Graw, to let him know she had no objections to getting it on with anyone else, in any way, and her husband, understanding those intentions, gave Tara a broad wink as he stepped past the passionately kissing couple and closed the door with a backward kick of his foot. His cock could be seen pushing against the front of his pants.