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.