As we exited the elevator and started walking down the hall toward our room, I got this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was about to lock myself inside a hotel room with two people I hardly knew. I wondered if I might have made a colossal mistake. My mind was telling me not to do this, but my craving for any new and exciting sexual experience drove me onward. I wanted to experience the feel of a female lover. I wanted to share her lover's cock, and taste her juices on his throbbing manhood.

I watched Marsha slide the key card through the lock, the tiny green light illuminating next to the door handle, and the door swung open. I followed Marsha through the door, and Peter followed me. The door clicked shut, and I heard Peter turn the deadbolt. If I had made an enormous mistake, I'd have to deal with it now; there was no turning back. I decided to relax and not worry about it.

The room was spacious, with a single king-size bed centered where two doubles would typically be placed. Nightstands with small lamps were on either side of the headboard. Across from the footboard, there was a low dresser with a mirror mounted on the wall and, to the right, a television. Over next to the broad picture window, there was a small round table and two chairs. It was a typical budget hotel room, the bed being the only out-of-normal item.

Marsha walked to the small table and placed her drink there. Peter put his next to the bed on the nightstand to the left. I took a nice-sized gulp from mine before placing it next to Marsha's.

Peter had already kicked off his shoes and reclined on one side of the bed, propping his head against the headboard.

"So, do either of you know how we start this little ménage à trios'?" he asked.

Marsha suggested, "Why don't you tell Gen and me what you'd like us to do? Then, whenever you want, you can join in."

"I like that idea,” I said.

With a huge smile, Peter said, "I like that idea too."

"Why don't you girls start with some sexy kissing?" Peter said.

Marsha moved toward me very slowly. We embraced at the foot of the bed. Her hands came to rest on my waist and mine on hers. I tilted my head and moved my lips close to her mouth. We were both tentative about this first bi-sexual encounter. She parted her shining lips and touched mine. Her lips were softer than any man's. Her tongue pressed between my lips, and I parted mine to accept her’s. I was the first to move my hands, sliding them up along her sides to her shoulders. Our mouths slowly became accustomed to a woman's touch. Marsha's kisses were passionate but so very tender. Her hands moved up and touched my breasts. A tingle swirled outward from my nipples as they hardened instantly under her soft touch.

As we stood there in front of her lover kissing, I glanced at him. The more intense our kisses became, the more lustful his gaze became.

"Genevieve, come lay beside me, and we'll watch Marsha do a sensuous strip tease for us,” Peter said.

Marsha moaned upon hearing Peter's request. She kissed me deeply on the mouth and then broke our kiss. Whispering in my ear, she said, "Massage his cock while I strip for you and Peter."

I moved alongside the bed and snuggled into Peter's side, resting my head on his shoulder. My short dress slid past the tops of my stockings, exposing creamy white flesh to his gaze. His arm came around me and slowly started sliding up and down my back and through my long hair.

Marsha took a very seductive pose, spreading her feet as wide as her skirt would allow at the foot of the bed, her hands sliding up and down her shapely thighs and skin-tight skirt. She leaned forward, letting her lover and I gaze between her succulent tits. She slowly shook her shoulders, causing her tits to sway and jiggle playfully. Smiling widely, Marsha slowly pulled her sweater up and over her head. The red lace bra she wore held her giant double D tits firmly in place. As she straightened up, she lowered her head and licked at the exposed flesh above her bra. The deep succulent cleavage begged to be fucked.

I slowly slid my hand onto Peter's thigh and let it creep up toward his growing erection. He moaned as my fingernails scratched his muscles through his slacks.

Our eyes were fixed on the sexy woman performing an incredible strip tease. Her hands touched every inch of exposed flesh, her tongue licking at those spots she could easily reach.

My fingers slowly found Peter's cock. I began sliding my open palm along the length of his erect manhood. He groaned as my hand slid across the head. His hand increased the pressure of the back massage he was giving me.

Marsha turned to face away from us and slid her hands over her ass. I looked up into Peter's eyes. His lustful gaze was becoming more and more intense as the seconds passed. I moved my lips to his and kissed him. Open lips darting tongues, our mouths crushed together in a passionate kiss. Breaking our kiss and returning my attention to the sexy blonde stripper before us, I noticed Marsha had been watching me kiss her lover in the mirror. She had a massive smile on her lips, letting me know she enjoyed watching me kiss him.

I let my fingers begin moving more intensely over his erection. His moans of pleasure became more profound with each stroke I made down his cock.

Marsha whispered, "Unzip him, baby."

My delicate fingers pulled the zipper of his slacks open just as Marsha pulled the zipper of her pencil skirt down. My hand disappeared into the opening of his slacks as Marsha began peeling that skintight skirt from her hips. An inch or two down, she'd exposed the matching red lace garter she wore. She moved her hips seductively side to side as the skirt dropped lower and lower on her hips. I pressed my hand through the front opening of Peter's jockey shorts to grasp his now throbbing cock. The veins pressed into my flesh.

"Oh fuck!" Peter exclaimed as my soft fingers circled the circumference of his shaft. "Oh fuck!" he repeated as gravity and the sexual swaying of his lover's hips caused her skirt to fall around her ankles finally.

Marsha wore a red lace thong that matched the other red lace undergarments. Her silky white ass was framed by two thin red straps that held her black stockings in place.

"God damn!" Peter exclaimed as she slowly bent at the waist and slid beautiful red-tipped fingernails across the pure white skin of her ass.

Her hands moved to the thin strips of red lace over her hips, and she slowly pulled her thong from between her ass cheeks and to one side, exposing the glistening vulva of her pussy from behind.

Peter groaned a deep throaty groan as I slid his throbbing cock out of his slacks, the head popping into view of my lustful eyes. I studied him intensely as I moved one finger along the shaft, following a pulsating artery. The head of his cock was a deep blood-engorged purple color. The shaft was covered with a web of arteries. I slowly began stroking its length as he and I kept our eyes fixed on the sexy woman stripping before us.

Marsha turned to face Peter and me again, her hands coming to rest on her sexy, flaring hips. She grasped the thin straps of red lace and pulled them higher on her hips, causing the triangle covering her pussy to stretch and dig into the slit it was intended to cover. She smiled as she released the straps, letting them snap against her hips.

Marsha's movements were very sensual, her hands and fingers constantly moving touch, caressing her body. Her eyes sparkled, and her lips shimmered as she continued her erotic strip tease.

"She's so sexy,” I said to Peter.

His instant reply was, "Yes, I know. But having you here with us is turning her on so much."

Marsha nodded her agreement and slowly reached around her back to unclasp her bra. As the clasp opened, she moved her hands around to cup the full soft orbs of her tits, holding the lacy material against her tits. She slowly slid one shoulder strap down her sexy arm while holding the cups against her full tits with the other. Changing hands across her chest, she removed the other arm from its confining strap and then crossed her arms in front, holding the fabric on her tits. The back and shoulder straps hung loosely at her sides while she massaged her firm tits and teased Peter and I by not exposing their fullness completely.

"Baby, Gen has your cock so nice and hard. I'll bet you'd love to fuck my big tits, wouldn't you?" Marsha asked her lover.

"You know I would,” Peter replied.

Marsha slowly slid her hands from her tits, and the lacy cups hung loosely on the full mounds of her double D tits. She smiled and shook her shoulders, causing the bra to slide off and fall to the floor. Marsha's tits are very full and firm. I wondered if perhaps she had implant surgery. Her succulent tits, now fully exposed, sagged very little, considering their full double-D size. The nipples were rock hard and stuck out from the middle of perfectly round, rather large areola. I couldn't wait to have one between my lips. Marsha stood at the bottom of the bed naked except for the sexy lace garter, thong, silk stockings, and stiletto heels. She cupped her big tits and played with the nipples between thumbs and index fingers, teasing the two of us with her sexuality.

Peter finally spoke, "Crawl up here and let me put this hard cock between those big tits lover."

As Marsha slowly mounted the bed from the bottom and crawled between her lover's legs, her tits swayed from side to side. Her eyes were fixed on the goal of his rock-hard throbbing cock. As she neared the confluence of his muscular legs, her nipples slid across the flesh of his thighs. She moved one hand between his thigh and mine and the other on the outside of his other leg. Peter slid his hands to the outside of his lover's tits and pressed them together as I pushed his cock between her soft orbs and slid my hand down to cup Peter's balls.

He instantly thrust up off the bed to begin slowly fucking her tits. The head popped out from the soft, succulent cleavage, and he moaned in delight as Marsha lowered her lips to kiss it as it appeared.

As I lay there beside Peter, watching his lover hump his rock-hard cock with her tits, I imagined myself doing the same thing. I couldn't wait to feel his cock sliding between my tits, rubbing the head against my nipples. Feeling his hot cock throbbing in the soft fleshy cleavage of my breasts.

Marsha looked over at me and smiled as she slowly tit fucked him.

"I want to do my strip tease for you two now,” I said.

Marsha replied, "Oh yeah, baby, Peter is dying to see your hot little body, and so am I."

She released his cock from her soft orbs and slid to the other side of him.

Peter smiled, having two sexy bitches as bookends, and slid one hand to each of our chests. Squeezing Marsha's big tit and sliding his hand over my more petite fabric-covered tit.

He looked at me and said, "I can hardly wait to see your hot naked body, Genevieve."

I slid off the bed and stood at the bottom facing them.

"Make this slow and sexy baby,” Peter said.

I smiled and slowly turned to face away from them. From where I was standing, I could see them both reflecting in the mirror before me. Reaching around, I spread my fingers over my ass moving my hands in tiny circles over the slinky fabric of my dress. As I massaged my ass this way, I began gathering the material in my hands and slowly lifted the hemline, exposing the tops of my stockings, the straps of my lace garter, and the milky white flesh of my upper thighs.

Peter said, "Sweet."

Marsha giggled and said, "He likes that, Gen."

Watching their faces in the mirror, I bent slightly at the hips and continued lifting my dress to expose my ass. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, making my ass wiggle seductively at them both. I jerked my head back, causing my hair to fly over my head and cascade down my back to cover part of my soft ass cheeks.

Marsha said, "Damn that looks so sexy."

I straightened up and reached for the tiny zipper tab, holding the dress tight to my neck. Sliding it slowly down, I turned to face my new lovers again.

Marsha's hand moved to begin stroking Peter's hard cock, and he moaned his approval as he kept his eyes fixed on me.

There was no easy way to remove my dress. I could reach down and lift it over my head, turning it inside out as I removed it, or slip my arms out and let it shimmy down my body as I moved seductively for them. I opted for the former. Reaching the hemline, I slowly lifted the dress, peeling it over my hips. As I lifted it further, I bent at the waist and pulled it over my head. It turned inside out and fell off my arms. My long hair cascaded around my face as the dress released it from inside. Tossing the dress aside like some rag instead of the expensive garment it really was. I used two fingers to gather my hair and flip it behind me.

"WOW, what an incredible body,” Peter exclaimed. "I can't wait to fuck you, Genevieve."

This strip tease was taking too long; I wanted his throbbing cock in my mouth. I wanted Marsha to guide it to my soft red lips and watch as I stuffed him down my throat. I wanted to watch her suck him while I licked the pulsating shaft.

I reached between the cups of my lace bra and undid the clasp, letting them fall away instantly. My hard nipples stood fully erect. I let the bra slide off my body and reached down to pull the thin lace straps of my thong higher on my hips.

"Enough of this teasing, I want that cock NOW,” I said.

Peter was still sitting with his back against the headboard, and Marsha was cuddled into his side, slowly stroking his throbbing cock. I crawled up alongside Peter as Marsha slid down to position herself across his hips from me. My soft fingers joined hers, massaging the bottom of his shaft as she stroked the head.

"Oh yeah, ladies, I'm loving this,” Peter whispered.

Marsha and I moved our mouths toward his glorious cock in unison, kissing each other open-mouthed above the head. Moving down, we each licked at the head, circling the silky corona and kissing each other. Our mouths worked down the shaft, reaching the base. Marsha was first to suck one incredible ball between her lips, and I happily sucked the other inside my wet mouth. The flesh of his scrotum stretched between our lips.

His testicle slipped from my oral grasp, and I licked around his scrotum and up the length of his rock-hard shaft, sucking one of Marsha's fingers between my lips as I pleasured him toward the head.

Marsha tilted Peter's cock toward me, offering the pulsating head to my moist lips. It slipped between my lips, and I circled the head with my tongue as I took more of him inside my wet oral cavity. Marsha stroked her hand down, stretching the flesh of his shaft taut as my hot, wet mouth descended over his manhood.

"Yeah, baby, take it deep,” Peter exclaimed.

I stopped short of letting his cock head press into my throat and began slowly bobbing up and down on his member. Marsha licked at the shaft as I moved up and pulled back to watch my ruby-red lips slide along the throbbing shaft as I descended again.

"Suck it, Gen,” Marsha whispered, encouraging me to continue my oral assault on his surging cock.

As I fucked him with my hot mouth, I let his head begin pressing against the back of my throat. But I didn't push his bulging head through the narrow opening. His cock glistened with our salvia. Marsha stroked the shaft each time my mouth moved up.

"I wanna turn, baby,” Marsha finally asked.

Her lips followed mine up his shaft, and I released him from my mouth, letting a string of saliva pull from the tip back to my lips. Marsha's tongue broke the string of spit as she moved her hot mouth over the head.

"Yeah, baby, show her how to take all of it,” Peter exclaimed as his wet cock head slipped between her moist lips.

Marsha was clearly proficient in the art of deep-throating cock because she descended over him slowly until the bulge of his head was buried within her hot throat.

"Oh fuck!" Peter exclaimed as her nose nestled into his pubic hair.

I could see her throat muscles flex as she swallowed, tightening the soft flesh of her throat around his twitching cock. She moved her head up so that an inch or two of shaft again appeared from between her slippery lips and then pressed down again, deep-throating him once again.

"Wow, that looks fucking incredible!" I said.

"It feels even better,” Peter exclaimed.

I leaned in and began licking at his balls as Marsha continued her cock sucking. Peter's hands moved to our heads, guiding them as we continued our oral pleasures on his beautiful throbbing cock.

"Let me try,” I asked.

Marsha withdrew his cock from her mouth with a slurping sound and again tilted it toward my eager lips. I took him in my mouth and slowly descended once again over its length, but this time I pressed his cock through the narrow opening of my throat.

"Oh yeah, baby, take it all!" Peter howled as I swallowed his throbbing manhood.

Marsha encouraged me, saying, "That's it, Gen. He loves having his cock deep-throated."

That feeling I craved so much excited me to throat fuck him feverishly. I stretched my lips over the base of his shaft and sucked hard, pulling the entire length inside my hot wet oral cavity.

He moaned deeply as my throat slid along the head. Time seemed to stop as I concentrated my entire being on giving Marsha's lover more oral pleasure than he could stand. I wanted him to beg me to stop. I wanted him to tell us that I was as good a cocksucker as Marsha. I wanted her to be jealous of my oral talents.

Peter was the first to give in to our lust for other sexual pleasures he'd told me he wanted.

He said, "Let me fuck your hot pussy Genevieve while you eat Marsha."

It was like a Chinese fire drill, all three of us repositioning ourselves to pleasure each other. Marsha lay flat on her back. I quickly moved between her legs and removed her thong to expose the cutest triangle of blonde pubic hair just above the luscious folds of flesh. Her long red-tipped fingers slid down and spread the lips apart, revealing the moist pink flesh beyond her pussy lips. Her hard clit popped out, almost begging to be licked and sucked.

Peter had moved to the foot of the bed and was slowly peeling my thong down my legs, letting it stretch between my knees.

As I lowered my mouth to her sweet wet pussy he impaled me. Suddenly, violently thrusting completely inside me, filling my dripping pussy with his throbbing cock. The force of his initial thrust pushed my mouth hard against Marsha's pussy. I took her clit between my lips and sucked hard on it. She moaned in pure delight as I began sucking it like it was a tiny cock.

Peter wasted no time getting into a steady rhythm, grabbing my ass and fucking me deep and hard.

I cooed my delight as his glorious cock filled me perfectly, stretching my pussy open and rubbing the head over my G-spot and against my cervix.

I dipped my tongue between the generous folds of flesh surrounding Marsha's cunt and lapped at the juices already flowing inside. She tasted so sweet, her fluids coating my tongue and lips.

My tongue fucking took on the same rhythm of Peter's assault into my pussy, letting him push my mouth tight against her loins as he slammed into me over and over again.

Marsha slid her hands up to cup her enormous tits and ran her fingers over the erect nipples.

I began to feel that incredible tingling deep in my loins as Peter's rock-hard cock drove me closer and closer to what I knew would be a fantastic climax.

"Oh yeah, Peter, fuck that hot pussy!" I exclaimed.

Marsha lowered her hands to my head and pressed my mouth tight against her pussy as she climaxed quickly. Her hips convulsed over and over as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

"She's cuming for you, Genevieve!" Peter exclaimed. "Suck that hot pussy juice from her."

I lapped at her soaking wet slit but lost control as Peter's assault on my quivering cunt pushed me over my orgasmic peak. My body tensed as the intense sensation of my climax spread out from my loins.

"YES, Peter!" I screamed. "Fuck me hard, I'm cuming all over your big cock."

My pussy flooded, bathing him in hot juices. His thrusts took on a splashing sound as my cunt overflowed.

He withdrew from me, and I instantly collapsed onto Marsha's abdomen, my face resting just above her twitching pussy.

"Who wants to taste my cum?" Peter asked as he stood at the bottom of the bed, slowly stroking his swollen cock.

Marsha said, "Give it to us both.  Shoot that hot cum all over our faces."

Peter moved alongside the bed as Marsha slid down so our mouths were next to each other's. He stroked his cock slowly, eliciting the cum shower Marsha and I craved so much.

"Oh yeah, baby, give it to us!" Marsha screamed.

"Yes, Peter cum on our faces!" I pleaded.

Marsha opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue. I lowered my face beside hers just as Peter's first massive shot of cum exploded from his cock. It splashed thickly across her upper lip and into my waiting mouth. He leaned closer and shot stream after stream onto our faces and into our wide-open mouths. His cum was very thick, sticky, and tasted exquisitely salty. He pumped his cock, again and again, shooting his seed at us and coating our faces and tongues with his glorious hot cum. Marsha lifted her head from the bed and took his throbbing cock head between her lips, sucking it hard. It popped out from between her lips, and I instantly moved forward to have my turn with his sticky cum fountain.

"Yeah baby, suck that cock,” Peter bellowed.

I let his cock slip from my lips, and it flopped down across Marsha's mouth. She again sucked him inside, and I leaned down to begin licking the sticky coating from her face. Peter withdrew his softening cock to allow Marsha and I to share the cum that was smeared on our faces.

"Hmm…,” I moaned as we kissed and licked each other clean.

Peter turned and walked toward the bathroom as Marsha, and I sucked and licked his sticky sperm from each other's faces. By the time Peter returned with a small hand towel, Marsha and I only had a thin coating of his seed spread across our mouths.

He tossed the towel on Marsha's tits and said, "Clean yourselves up, ladies, I want to watch you two eat each other's pussies.”

I wiped his remaining cum from her face, and Marsha cleaned mine. Peter had taken a seat in the lounge chair beside the bed, waiting for our lesbian sex show to begin.

I leaned down and kissed her deeply on the mouth, and our tongues circled each other. My mouth moved down to lick and suck at her amble tits. Her nipples were rock hard, and I bit them gently as I moved my mouth over her soft, fleshy orbs. She slid her hand between my thighs and began fingering my wet pussy as I moved down to lick at her belly and pubic mound.

Lifting one leg, I straddled her, positioning my dripping-wet slit just above her face. Her legs spread, offering me her wet pussy. Lowering my head to her, I first took her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue at the hard nub. She reached up and pulled my hips down to her mouth. I moaned as her tongue slid along the length of my wet pussy lips. A second lick, spreading them so she could dip her soft tongue between them. I spread her fleshy folds open, exposing the pink moist flesh and her gaping fuck hole.

"Yeah, that's it, ladies, eat that hot pussy,” Peter whispered as he leaned forward to better watch me pleasure his lover orally. I could see that he was stroking his limp cock, trying to bring it back to life.

Marsha moaned deeply as I dipped my tongue deep inside her warm pussy. She tasted incredible and smelled even better. We licked and sucked at each other's pussies as Peter enjoyed our show.

"Give me your fingers, baby,” Marsha pleaded.

I slipped two inside and moved my mouth over her clit again, sucking and flicking my tongue at the hard little nub.

She moaned deeply as my fingers massaged her deeply. I felt her spread my pussy wide with her fingers before she shoved them into my soaking wet slit.

Peter encouraged us by saying, "Who's gonna cum first?"

I moaned deeply as she finger fucked my slit, and those glorious tingling spears of sexual pleasure began radiating from my loins.

She sucked my clit hard, causing me to shudder uncontrollably. Her mouth and fingers were guiding me to the peak of sexual pleasure.

"Oh god, that's so good,” I said as my orgasm began building to a feverish pitch.

"Do her, Marsha, make her cum lover,” Peter said.

The tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed over me as she fingered and licked at my pulsating wet slit.

I screamed, "OH GOD!" as it peaked.

Marsha's tongue lashed out at my clit, and her fingers splashed in and out of me as I flooded with climatic juices. She lapped at my slit, drinking every drop my pussy offered.

I lowered my head and began sucking hard on her clit, wanting to take her to the summit of sexual pleasure she had just shown me. My fingers pummeled into her. I slipped a third and then a fourth finger into her. Her pussy expanded to accept each digit as I fucked her.

"Push them in deeper,” Peter demanded as he watched me finger fuck her hot pussy.

Marsha groaned as I followed his demand, pressing my hand inward until my thumb was bent up and across her clit. My tongue and lips were still sucking and licking at the hard nub.

"Fist fuck her; she loves having a fist stuffed inside her cunt,” Peter said.

Hearing his command, Marsha moaned deeply before she said, "Yes, baby, fist me."

I curled my hand into a fist and pressed it against her pussy. Marsha relaxed her muscles, and my hand slipped inside. The fleshy folds of her pussy spread over the wide part of my fist and then closed around my wrist as my hand disappeared inside her. I could feel her muscles grasping at my hand, clamping down on it like a sexual vice.

She gasped as I twisted my hand, rubbing my knuckles against her G-spot.

"OH GOD! That feels so fucking good, Gen!" Marsha screamed.

I continued my oral assault on her clit and my invasion of her swollen pussy until she screamed, "I'm gonna cum, fuck me harder."

I pounded her pussy with my hand and sucked hard on her clit as she tensed, feeling the quick approach of her climax.

She screamed, "Oh God, YES, YES, YES,” as the searing pleasure of her orgasm crashed into her. Her pussy flooded, bathing my hand with her juices, making it even slipperier and easier to fist fuck her hot cunt.

Peter stared at his lover's cunt as it convulsed around my fist. He was enjoying watching me pummel her this way, and I imagined it was something he'd done for her more than once himself.

Marsha groaned over and over as her orgasm began to subside. I slid my fist from her, but her pussy remained a gaping hole. I could see the pool of juices flooding her. I pressed my mouth to the opening and sucked hard, pulling her cum into my mouth. She groaned loudly as the suction of my mouth pulled at her fleshy gaping cunt.

Peter stood holding his now erect cock in one hand. He placed one hand on my shoulder and shoved me off his lover. I flopped down on the bed and rolled over on my back, looking up at his massive cock inches above my mouth.

"Marsha roll on top of her and give me your sweet ass,” he demanded.

Marsha instantly followed his directions, mounting me as he moved between her spread legs. Her gaping pussy dripped cum onto my face. Peter bent a little at the knees, and he pressed his cock between my wet lips. I tilted my head back slightly to accept the oral invasion I was about to receive. With one slow thrust, he buried his hard cock in my throat.

"Yeah, baby, coat that big cock with your spit so I can ass fuck her,” he bellowed.

He withdrew and straightened up to press his cock against her ass. Marsha reached around with both hands and spread herself open to her lover's advance. He thrust hard into her. She screamed with sheer delight or pain as his massive cock sank to the depth of her ass.

"Suck my clit, baby,” Marsha pleaded.

I lifted my head, keeping my eyes open, and took her clit between my lips. As I sucked her, I could watch the underside of Peter's hard cock disappear into her ass. I had an incredible view of my lover's anal sex. I licked her clit and his balls as he fucked her hard in the ass.

Marsha screamed as Peter slammed into her ass. She had experienced his anal assault before and moaned over and over as he fucked her deep and fast with his rock-hard cock.

I extended my tongue and let her clit slide across the tip as Peter's thrusts moved her pelvis back and forth. He withdrew and slammed himself into her pussy, slapping his balls against my face. A few strokes in her gaping cunt, and he returned to fuck her ass again. Over and over, he moved his massive cock from her ass back to her pussy. All the while, I worked my oral magic on her swollen clit.

Peter was using her, using her ass and pussy for his pleasure, but giving her the fuck of a lifetime at the same time.

"I want a third hole to fuck!" he bellowed.

His cock sank deep into her ass and then slammed into her pussy. As he withdrew, I offered him that third hole opening my mouth wide to let him slam his rock-hard cock deep into my throat.

He groaned as I took every inch, swallowing hard to grasp him as he withdrew.

Over and over again, he gave her ass a deep stroke, then moved down to slam into her pussy before driving his member down my throat.

Marsha screamed, “Yeah, fuck us good, fuck my ass and cunt."

"Yes fuck my throat deep!" I added.

He was fulfilling a long-time fantasy of fucking two women in such a demeaning manner, but I wanted to make that fantasy a reality for him. I wanted to watch his cum shoot from his cock and splash against her ass and then drip down across her pussy and into my waiting mouth.

His body tensed as he withdrew from her ass. He groaned deeply as his cock shot a stream of hot cum at her. It instantly ran down over her pussy, and, just as I thought a moment earlier, dripped into my wanting mouth. He lowered his cock and gave me a full shot directly into my flooding oral cavity.

Resting the tip against her ass, he oozed cum onto her, and I accepted every drop as it ran down to my lips. He shoved his cock inside her pussy and gave her several short hard strokes before pulling out and slipping it into the pool of cum I was holding in my mouth.

Marsha collapsed forward, leaving Peter only one wet hole to fuck. He drove his softening cock down my throat, causing his seed to ooze from the corners of my mouth and run down over my neck. All three of us were soaked with sweat, covered with cum, and basking in the glory of an incredible three-way fuck.

Peter finally withdrew his now limp cock from my mouth and smeared the cum around my lips with the soft head. I licked at it, trying my best to gather the rest of his salty seed with my tongue and suck it into my open mouth. Peter straightened up to gaze at Marsha's cum covered ass and pussy and my cum soaked face.

"You two look so hot covered with my cum,” he said. He took a step back and said, "Lick her cunt clean, Gen."

Leaning against the low dresser, Peter watched as I reached up and pulled Marsha's hips back toward me. She lowered her pussy to my lips, and I slowly began licking at her again, sucking her lover's seed between my lips. The mixture of their fuck juices tasted like an incredible sexual cocktail. I lapped at her until I'd cleaned her pussy of every drop.

I wanted more. I craved more of these two sensual lovers. I wanted them both pleasuring me at once.

"Marsha, eat my pussy while I suck Peter's cock hard again,” I begged.

I'd love to!" Marsha exclaimed. She moved off me and directed me to turn over and spin around so my legs would be dangling off the bottom of the bed. As I moved, she knelt between my thighs and began massaging along the length of my silk-covered legs. Marsha looked over her shoulder at Peter and said, "Now baby, you kneel above her head and let her tilt her face back so she can suck your cock again."

As Peter moved to kneel just above my head, Marsha lowered her lips to begin kissing and licking at my pussy. I tilted my head back just enough so Peter could lean forward and slip his soft cock between my lips. His balls rested on the bridge of my nose and covered my eyes. I sucked his cock head inside my wet mouth and began running my tongue around the corona. He moaned deeply as my soft tongue circled his cock. Marsha's tongue slid along the swollen lips of my pussy, eliciting a sensual moan from my throat. She straightened up and rubbed her erect nipple against my clit.

"Oh god, that feels so fucking good, Marsha,” I moaned.

As she massaged my clit she could watch me sucking Peter's limp cock. He leaned forward and pressed its entirety inside my warm, wet mouth and kissed his lover deeply. She moaned as his tongue pushed her lips apart and sank into her wet mouth. Breaking their kiss, Peter said, "Tongue fuck her, Marsha, make her cum. I want to feel her moaning around my cock as she cums."

Marsha returned her mouth to my pussy and began sliding her tongue in and out of me. Her fingers spread me open to the advances of her soft tongue. Her sensuous oral caresses felt so much different from those of my male lovers. She knew what felt incredible to a woman and was giving me those exact feelings.

Incredibly Peter's cock began to swell once again, and he started slowly fucking my wet mouth. Marsha's oral magic had the desired effect, and I began to feel once again that incredible tingling in my pussy as she tongue fucked me toward still another astonishing orgasm. Slowly the tingling spread throughout my entire body, and in a few precious moments, I was grinding my hot sticky pussy against her mouth as my orgasm built.

Peter continued slowly fucking my mouth with his semi-hard cock, and I moaned over and over as Marsha's sweet mouth took me over the pinnacle of bi-sexual pleasure. I lost all sense of time as my body melted into her sweet mouth. She lapped at my pussy, pulling every drop of moisture she could from my wet swollen pussy. My throaty groans only served to make Peter's mouth fuck me even faster. His partially erect cock began oozing cum as he moaned deeply in an orgasmic symphony of sexual pleasure. He withdrew his cock, and Marsha instantly moved up to lick and suck his sperm from my lips and face.

Totally spent, Peter collapsed on the bed next to me as his lover, and I kissed and licked at each other. She wanted to taste his cum, and I wanted to taste my sweet juices from her mouth.

Marsha was the first to speak, "What an incredible experience, Gen. I love watching you pleasure, Peter. I love watching him react to your incredible body and sexual appetite."

"His cock felt so good stuffed in my throat Marsha,” I offered, "I love the taste of his cum,” I added.

"He does have sweet-tasting cum doesn't he." She responded.

"You both taste incredible,” Peter added.

As I slid out from under Marsha's sensual body, she moved over to lay on top of Peter and rub her soft tits into his back. She began kissing him softly around the back of his neck and shoulders and gently caressing his sides and ass with her soft hands.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at my reflection. I had Peter's cum smeared in my hair and across my lips. My pussy lips were swollen and red. I felt sexually satisfied. Marsha's oral talents, in some new way, surpassed those of all my male lovers. I wondered if she would be open to the idea of her and I making love without Peter being involved—an idea I would have to explore fully at another time and place.

I used a soft, warm, wet washcloth to remove the residue of our loving making from my face, hair, and neck. Returning to the bedroom, I found Peter and Marsha entwined in a classic sixty-nine oral position. Marsha was on top and was slowly grinding her pussy over his mouth as he tongued her. Her sexy legs stretched out above his head, and her soft full tits slid over his stomach. His limp cock rested against his abdomen, and she was licking the length of his shaft, trying her best to encourage him into still another erection. I knelt between her outstretched legs and watched as Peter used his tongue to pleasure her with long strokes between the swollen lips of her pussy.

Marsha moaned each time his tongue slid along her lips and covered her swollen clit. Peter used his fingers to spread her open and licked the soft, wet flesh between her lips.

"Oh fuck, that feels so god damn good!" she exclaimed.

He drove his tongue into her deeper and deeper, rubbing his chin against her clit. Marsha rocked her hips, humping his face as he ate her.

"Yes baby, I'm gonna cum for you, Peter!" she screamed.

Marsha started bucking and quivering as her orgasm built, and she again screamed, "I'm cumming, baby."

Her pussy convulsed and began oozing a flood of orgasmic juices in his mouth and on his face. She moaned deeply as he stroked at her with his tongue, licking every drop of sweet pussy juice she had to offer. As her climax subsided, she lifted her hips and moved forward. I leaned forward and lowered my mouth to his to share his lover's taste.

I moaned deeply as he shoved his cum covered tongue between my lips and circled my tongue, slowly spreading her taste within my mouth. Marsha had been licking and sucking Peter's soft cock the entire time he ate her. But he was spent, and her oral talents could not bring him to another erection.

Marsha rolled off Peter and ran her hands over the entire length of her sensuous body, paying close attention to her soft tits and erect nipples. I lifted my face from him and looked up at her.

"Suck my pussy, Marsha,” I said.

She smiled and responded, "Sit on my face, Gen, let me tongue fuck you."

Peter slid off the bed and crawled up alongside me to sit on the floor, resting his arms on the bed to watch his lover and me share one more incredible oral experience.

I slowly crawled up along Marsha's body, positioning my pussy over her shimmering mouth. She pressed her tits up against my ass and said, "Ride my face, Gen."

I slid my hands down between my thighs and spread my pussy open wide as I lowered it toward her extended tongue. She slipped it inside me and moaned as I slowly began rocking my hips back and forth like I was fucking her soft tongue.

"Oh god, that's it, Marsha,” I exclaimed. "Fuck me with that sweet tongue."

I glanced over at Peter. He was watching intently as my swollen pussy slid across his lover's mouth. His hand slowly stroked his cock, twisting around the head as he reached the tip. My rocking motion steadily increased as Marsha continued licking between my pussy lips.

"Let me suck it for you, Peter,” I pleaded.

Instantly Peter stood and moved back onto the bed, standing with his back against the headboard and wall as he offered his cock to my waiting mouth. I leaned forward and took him between my lips, curling my tongue so the tip slid along the tender underside as it entered my hot oral cavity.

"Yeah, baby suck that cock,” He said as his hands grasped my head and pulled my mouth toward him.

His soft member filled my mouth, and I could extend my tongue over my lower lip to lick at his balls as he pressed my head tightly against his hairy pubic mound. My muffled groans of pleasure resounded around his cock as Marsha continued her tongue fucking my hot pussy. I began feeling that all too familiar tingling in my loins as she brought me closer and closer to another beautiful climax. I ground my pelvis against her face and sucked harder on Peter's cock.

I wanted his cock to swell, and I wanted his hardness pressing into my throat. I craved another taste of his sweet cum.

Marsha moved her mouth from my pussy and said, "Give it to us, Peter!"

Her words confused me somewhat. Peter was nowhere near hard enough or aroused enough to be able to cum again. His lover, Marsha, and I had drained every drop of sweet hot cum from his balls.

But I didn't care. All I wanted was to have her hot mouth give me another incredible climax. She tongued my numbing pussy feverishly as my orgasm crashed into me. My hips convulsed fast and hard against her mouth as she took me once more over the top.

"Oh god, YES, Marsha,” I screamed as my pussy flooded with juices. "Drink my cum!" I pleaded with her.

Marsha lapped at my dripping pussy and again said, "Give it to us, Peter; give us your hot piss, baby."

I instantly understood what she was begging for, and before I could react, Peter withdrew his cock from my mouth and began showering my tits with his hot urine. I involuntarily jerked back, trying to escape the hot golden shower streaming from his cock. It ran down over my tits and stomach, splashing from my crotch onto Marsha's face. I watched his stream splashing over my tits and could hardly believe my eyes when Marsha opened her mouth to let his stream of piss fill her.

His golden shower was as hot as cum, and I felt a sudden urge to spread it over my body. My hands slid up into the stream of piss, and I let him pee all over them, smearing the hot fluid over my chest. Marsha's mouth overflowed with the stream of piss, and she seemed to enjoy the taste of it. Should I, could I allow him to shoot some in my mouth? I questioned myself. My uncontrolled urges for new sexual experiences took control, and I looked up at him and spread my lips open.

"Oh yeah!" Peter exclaimed as he directed the stream of hot piss up toward my open mouth.

I felt the heat on my chin first, and in an instant, his hot piss was streaming between my open lips and filling my mouth. I let it run out and down toward Marsha, who by now was soaking wet with his piss. Her hair was as wet as if she had just showered. I could feel the bedding under my knees soaked with the endless stream of urine he was producing. His piss tasted so very strange, not really disgusting, but different from a man's cum. I closed my lips, and his stream splashed against my sealed mouth. I slid my hands up to smear him over my face as he all but finished draining his bladder over me and his piss-soaked lover below me. As the last few squirts drained from him, he leaned forward and pressed his cock tip against my lips. I opened them again and let him rest the tip on my tongue as I slid my hands up behind his legs and pulled him toward me. I could feel his ass cheeks tense as a short squirt of piss again flooded my mouth. I closed my lips around the head, and as another squirt filled my mouth, I swallowed the last of his urine. It felt hot as I let it dribble down my throat. I had no urge to gag or throw up as I imagined I would when the fantasy of being soaked by a golden shower had crossed my mind many months before.

Peter pulled his cock from my mouth, and I let the remaining fluid drain from my lips and drip down toward Marsha, who was intensely watching me accept her lover's most intimate of fluids.

"You fucking bitches are so god damn hot!" Peter exclaimed.

Marsha was smiling up at us as she moved her hands up to try and wipe as much of his urine from her face as possible.

"I need a shower now, baby,” she said. "Come on, Gen, let's shower together," Marsha added.

Peter stepped off the bed, and I followed, heading quickly for the bathroom. Marsha followed me and closed the bathroom door behind us.

My mind was racing with thoughts of what we had just allowed Peter to do.

"Did you know..." I started to say, but Marsha cut off my words and said. "It's been his fantasy for a long time, Gen."

"I suppose I should have warned you,” she said.

"No, Marsha, if you had, I most likely wouldn't have let it happen," I said.

"Have you let him do that before?" I asked her.

Marsha was leaning into the tub, turning the shower water on as she replied, "Once before, when I was sucking him off, he came, and then a little pee shot into my mouth, but this is the first time he actually emptied his bladder like that,” Marsha added.

We removed our soaked stockings and got into the shower to clean his golden shower from us.

"Don't you find it demeaning, Marsha?" I asked.

"I thought I would, but my husband is so humdrum when it comes to sex, Gen. I decided that Peter and I would explore any kinds of kinky sexual activities,” Marsha explained.

Marsha asked, "If I had told you Peter was having fantasies about giving us a golden shower, would you have still joined us tonight?"

"I might have had second thoughts, Marsha,” I replied.

As we cleansed each other, I said, "You know, Marsha, I didn't find it all that repulsive; after the initial shock, I found having him pee on me quite erotic. And it didn't taste as bad as I would have imagined."

Marsha used a soft, soapy cloth to wash my breasts and stomach. Her touch was very gentle, and she moved with slow, deliberate strokes across my body.

"You know, Marsha, tonight was the first time I've ever had sex with a woman. I love the way that feels,” I said.

Marsha used the cloth to soap up her full tits and then leaned her body against mine, circling me with her soft arms and pulling me tightly against her.

"Hmm… that feels so wonderful, Marsha,” I said as we rubbed each other tit to tit. My nipples hardened, and she moved her hands up to caress them softly.

"Gen, maybe you and I should plan a meeting sometime without Peter? I have a wonderful collection of sex toys we could play with," Marsha suggested.

I leaned close and kissed her softly before saying, "I'd love that, Marsha.”

We spent the better part of an hour in the shower, soaping each other and caressing the places where we'd soaped up. Marsha not only had a very sensual touch but enjoyed having her body caressed as much as I did. We weren't caressing, kissing, or touching with the idea of bringing one another to an orgasm, but rather to make each other feel good and relaxed after a rather strenuous sex session with her lover, Peter.

When we finally did get out of the shower and dried each other off, we found Peter asleep on the king-size bed.

"I'm going to dress and head home, Marsha,” I said.

She smiled and then replied, "Okay, Gen, but don't forget we are going to get together alone sometime soon."

"I'm looking forward to that, Marsha,” I replied.

I bunched up my stockings, garter, and bra and stuffed them in my purse. Slipping my dress over my head and sliding my feet into my stilettos. I kissed Marsha goodbye and watched as she slipped into bed beside her sleeping lover.

She smiled and said, "I'm gonna have a cum cocktail for breakfast tomorrow morning."

I grinned back at her and said, "Enjoy it, hun. I'll call you Marsha."

"You better would, Gen,” she replied.

As I closed the hotel room door and walked down the hall, I began thinking about the incredible night I'd just spent. Marsha was so very sexy, and I was certain I'd enjoy meeting her again for another session of lesbian lovemaking. Peter certainly got over his case of nerves and more or less took control of our ménage à trios. He had the sexual know-how to please both Marsha and myself. I was still unsure if I enjoyed his golden shower, but I had to admit I didn't find it as repulsive as I would have expected it to be. One thing I was sure of was that having multiple lovers excited me very much.

My drive back across town was filled with thoughts of that exact thing: multiple lovers. But my thoughts weren't of a man and a woman; it was of men. The idea of being used by more than one man at a time excited me. I'd have to explore those ideas fully in the days to come.