L Murphy - Their wild vacation

She whimpered softly as she began licking and sucking his balls, running her tongue around and around, taking first one ball and then the other into her warm, wet mouth. "Ooh, I just love your cock. It tastes so good," she squealed, working her way up the shaft till her tongue was expertly circling the ridge at the top of his tool.

Mary Anne came over and stood by his side. Her cleavage was just induce from his hand. He reached out and untied her halter, and her breasts popped free. She wiggled out of the biter aid began running her fingers up and down the crack of his a as he massaged her tits, wiling her stiffening nipples expertly between his fingers. She moaned as he bent to kiss their pinkish-brown tip, and moved her fingers more urgently against his asshole till she was probing carefully just inside, moving her fingertip in and out.

It didn't hurt; in fact, it felt fantastic, with Maybella licking and sucking his cock and Mary Anne titillating his hole. Bc pushed Maybella's head down further as he urged Mary Anne's finger deeper up his ass. Maybella's full, sensuous mouth opened wide and closed over his dick. She worked her way down till she was deep-throating him, her fingers playing with his balls as her mouth worked over his prick, her tongue licking and probing as she sucked and sucked as if she couldn't get enough of his juicy cock.

He came with his fingers frantically pumping at Mary Anne's tits while her finger snaked in and out of his whole and Maybella sucked wildly. She never stopped as he shot his load into her mouth; she just kept swallowing and swallowing as he kept coming and coming. Finally, his body stopped jerking and she released his cock, pawing to daintily lick the last drop of cum off its bobbing tip.

He stopped playing with Mary Anne's boobs long enough to pull Maybella to her feet in front of him. He reached down and unsnapped her cut-offs, then reached aver and unbuttoned Maybella's shorts. He unzipped first one, then the other, as the laughing girls helped him pull off their shorts. In a few seconds they, were as naked as he was. High, firm boobs, narrow waists, rounded hips that met in two thatches, one light, one dark. He led them over to the double bed.

"Lay down," he said huskily, "and spread 'em, babies. Stevie's coming to dinner."

The girls fell back on the bed, long legs opening wide to reveal pouting pink lips guarding the doors to their tunnels of love. Steve tickled one pussy with each hand, lightly at first, then harder as their love juices started to flow and their swelling lips began opening wider. He probed first one cunt hole and then another as his fingers and their thrusting pussies worked up a rhythm that soon had both girls moaning and crying as the dark head and the other one twisted from side to side.

He probed round and round their swollen clits, moving his fingers faster and faster as he felt their bodies growing tenser as they built to their orgasms.

They came at almost the same instant, their hips thrashing wildly from side to side, as their hot love juices creamed all over his fingers. When they finally stopped twitching, he lay down between them, one hand draped across each of their bellies.

Maybella reached out and started playing with his balls again. "Come on, Mary Anne, help me get his big juicy prick hard again. My little cunt is just achin' for him to ram it in." She rolled over and began kissing and licking his cock, which had already started to stiffen once more.

"You cut that out, Maybella," admonished Mary Anne, who, despite her words, looked longingly at Steve's growing cock as she jumped off the bed. "You know you'll be missin' us soon. We got to get back to the desk. But maybe we could get away again after they go to bed," she offered. Her eyes were still on Steve's big hairy cock.

"Let's wait till tomorrow, shall we? I'll really be able to fuck you both good after I get some sleep. It's been a long day," Steve replied, not stopping to wonder how he was going to convince Doris to stay on. "Listen," he continued, "if you're worried about your pa catchin' us, I've got an idea. Have you got any unrented rooms?"

"Yup. A whole passle of 'em. Why?" giggled Mary Anne, stepping into her crumpled cut-offs.

"Tell you what. You get the key to one on the end, as far away from the office as you can get. Can you meet me there tomorrow afternoon, say about three o'clock?"

Mary Anne and Maybella exchanged glances, then nodded yes.

"That'll be number eighteen. Last unit on the end." Maybella spoke for both of them. "Don't you be late, you hear? My pussy just can't wait to get stuffed full of that big ole cock of yours." She fingered herself briefly, spreading her outer lips covered with soft dark hair so that he could see the flash of her pink inner petals. She rotated her pelvis up at him and he saw her glistening pussy hole. He felt his cock start to tighten up again.

Apparently satisfied, with his reaction and assured he would be there, Maybella calmly stepped into her shorts. It was all he could do to let her zip them up and cover up her wetly inviting slit.

The girls left, Mary Anne squeezing the cheek of his ass and Maybella playfully pulling on his cock as they left.

Doris was sitting alone in the best-looking of the dingy bars and grills that lined Main Street. She was sipping her second rum and Coke and staffing to feel a pleasant warm glow that seemed to start in her crotch and radiate on upwards. She supposed she should order something to eat and get back to Steve. Oh, the hell with him, let him wait, she thought stubbornly. He hadn't seemed to mind her leaving him alone, so let him stay that way for a while. Maybe he'd be properly appreciative when she got back.

"Pretty lady like you shouldn't have to be drinking alone. Mind if I join you?" The blond stranger slid into the booth next to Doris without waiting for her reply. He flashed a grin at her and signaled the bartender to bring another drink for both of them.

Doris was going to tell him to get lost, but something about him made her change her mind. She smiled at him tentatively. He was so close their thighs were almost touching. He was tall and lean with none of Steve's muscled bulk. Her eyes strayed down to the prominent bulge in his pants. She looked quickly away again, but he gave no sign he had noticed.

Christ, she thought to herself, he must be hung like a horse if he looks like that when he's soft. God, I'd like to see that cock with a good hard-on.

Must be as big as a cucumber. Doris wriggled a bit in her seat, feeling her pussy start to tingle at the thought of ramming herself on that big tool.

"Name's Hank," he said, flashing that smile again.

"Mine's Doris."

"You here alone?" he asked, edging even closer to her.

Doris felt the hardness of his thigh pressing against hers. She wished her skirt wasn't in the way. "Not exactly," she replied. "I'm in town with a friend. But it seems he's too tired to show me a good time." She glanced sideways at Hank, moving her knees so that it touched him.

"Now that's a right shame. Not much to do by yourself in Clayburn. How 'bout letting me show you a good time, then? I sure ain't tired. And anybody who'd let you go out alone must be plum crazy. Deserves whatever he gets, I reckon." Hank casually draped one of his big hands across her thigh. His fingers just touched the edge of her short cotton skirt. They slipped under and began rubbing the inner edge of her thigh a few inches from her knee. Her pussy started to throb.

"Well, that'd be real nice of you, I'm sure. Why not?" Doris spread her legs slightly so that his hand stroked up a few inches further. Her hand strayed toward the bulge in his pants, coming to rest with her fingertips just touching the edge of the mound his huge cock made in his pants. She brushed her fingers back and forth and was rewarded with the sight of his mound growing visibly larger and harder even as she stroked.