"You've reached 425-2376," said the recorded female voice. "No one can..."
Shelley slammed the phone down. "Perfect," she said out loud. It was too dark
and too damn cold to walk on the beach, she didn't know anyone in this town,
which was empty anyway this time of year, the giant bed and the fucking Jacuzzi
just made her wish Jack was with her, and he was the bastard who had sent her
away! Some present. She'd almost missed it, buried under the piles of paper the
kids had generated opening their Solstice gifts, so he'd dug out the envelope
and handed it to her. "What's this?" "Open it and see." "Traveler's checks? And
an index card with a number on it-oh, and a phone number on the back. I don't
get it." "It's the confirmation number for a hotel reservation in Wilmington.
There's a Jacuzzi in the suite." "You want to go the beach in December?" "The
reservation's for the first Thursday in January, Shel. I've got to work. The
kids'll be in Carolina with my parents." "And why do I want to go the beach in
the winter? Especially alone with a Jacuzzi?" "It's the best time for finding
good shells. And when you get there, call that number. Don't call before or
you'll spoil a really special surprise." "What are you going to do?" "If you
take the weekend off, I'll join you Saturday." But it was only Thursday, and she
was bored out of her skull. Three times she'd tried to call for her "special
surprise" and gotten voice mail. The first time she'd left a message with her
name and the hotel room number. Now she regretted it. It was probably a wrong
number--who did Jack know at the beach? At least he'd given her enough money to
use the room's built-in bar. There wasn't anyplace else she could get a drink,
and there wasn't anything to do but get drunk and get in the tub. She poured a
generous a shot of Cuero Gold into a glassful of ice and began undressing,
wishing there weren't mirrors everywhere in the room. She stuck her tongue out
at her reflection before tugging her dress over her head, revealing that, as was
her habit, she wore no underwear. Like many women, she believed she was fat, but
most men would have seen a sensual, healthy body. She had borne and nursed
children. Her breasts were no longer pert, but her nipples reacted to the
friction of the dress and stood erect, their deep pink color contrasting with
her otherwise pale skin. Her belly curved voluptuously over her vigorous bush.
Her legs were strong and lightly covered with dark hair. A woman, not a girl.
She downed the shot, wincing a little, poured another, started the Jacuzzi
pumps, and got into the tub. The hot water moved over her body, between her
relaxing thighs, under her breasts. She took a small sip of the tequila. She
cupped her cunt with her right hand, idly squeezing her outer labia, thinking
about Jack who wasn't there. Well, fantasy would have to do. She was waiting for
the two men she would have to please, naked--no--dressed in... The door buzzed.
"Christ, who is that?" She muttered. She walked naked and dripping across the
room to the door. Looking through the peephole she saw a teenage boy in the
hotel uniform. "I didn't order anything," she said loudly. "I've got a delivery
from...um...Marka." "I don't know any Marka." "Are you Shelley Philips?" "Yeah,
that's me. I'll take it." She opened the door enough to reach into the hall,
leaving the chain fastened. "It's too big to go in that way," the bellhop said,
letting her feel the size of the package. "Shit," she said, under her breath,
then, more loudly, "Just a minute." She hadn't unpacked yet, but the hotel had
provided a terry cloth robe. She half-jogged back to the tub, again sticking out
her tongue at the reflections which bounced along with her in a very interesting
fashion, grabbed the robe and threw it carelessly around her shoulders. At the
door she held the robe closed with one hand while she opened the door and
reached for the plainly wrapped package with the other, but it was too awkward
for one hand. Instinctively, she reached out with the other and the robe fell
open, completely exposing her to the boy. To her own surprise, she didn't drop
the package and clutch the robe about her, but calmly asked him in to get his
tip. She enjoyed his obvious appreciation. For a moment she toyed with the idea
of dropping to her knees and taking out his cock, which looked pretty
uncomfortable cutting against the fly of his uniform. It would feel good in her
mouth. It would serve Jack right. Then she decided the fantasy would be
better--the kid would probably cum in seconds. So she kept her back to the
teenager while she dug in her purse for a tip. She didn't completely close the
robe, letting him see one erect nipple as she faced him again. "Oops," she said,
casually folding her arm to cover the nipple with her hand. "You dropped your
money." She almost reached out to his ass as he bent over for the dollar, but
once again restrained herself. "Thanks," she breathed, taking him by the elbow
and escorting him out. He barely managed to stammer out "You're welcome" as the
door shut behind him. "Damn, that was fun!" she laughed. "And it would have
served him right." It was going to be a major addition to her fantasy
repertoire, and she intended to try it out ASAP. But first there was this
mysterious package... She took it to the bed, shaking it. There were a couple of
fairly sizable objects inside, packed with something that muffled their motion.
Probably not peanuts--the packaging was a hand job. "That's what I need--at
least!" She tore off the wrapping paper, disclosing a cardboard box tucked shut.
She could see black cloth where the flaps didn't quite meet. Who the hell was
Marka? She pulled the box open and took out a gauzy silk camis, then a silk
thong. Under them were leather straps wrapped around two vibrating dildos, one a
little smaller than the other. She determined that they had batteries and that
they worked. At the bottom of the box were black velvet hood with no eye holes,
a short printed note, and a sealed envelope addressed to her in Jack's spiky
handwriting. Not knowing whether to be pissed off or amused, but definitely
feeling warmer between her legs, she read the note. These are yours to do with
as you please. Toss them if you want. But, from what Jack tells me, what you
really want to do is call my number again--you showed a good spirit calling it
the first time. Let it ring two times and hang up. We'll be there in 20 minutes.
Anything you don't want to use, just put in a drawer. Marka Shelley drew in her
breath sharply at the revelation that Jack had shared some of their most private
moments with another woman; now she let it out through pursed lips. She was
definitely pissed off--that was why her pulse was racing, wasn't it? She tore
open the envelope and read Jack's letter. It was almost illegible, as if his
hand had been shaking as he wrote it. Darling, I know you've always been
faithful to me and that you've never been faithful to anyone before, and I want
you to know how much that means to me. I also know, from the fantasies you've
shared with me, and from feeling your pussy suddenly go sopping at certain
scenes in porn flicks, that you're really turned on by the idea of sex with
several people at once. Here's your chance. Marka is one of my lesbian buddies
from the days in the band, and I completely trust her to make sure you're safe
and that no one ever hears of this unless you tell--not even me. Remember I'll
always love you. What you decide to do on this trip can't change that. Love,
Jack She set the letter down on the bed beside her. Her pulse was still racing,
but now she recognized sheer horniness. She might not even give Jack hell when
he arrived on Saturday. She reached for the bedside phone and punched redial,
listened for the 2 rings, and hung up. She couldn't chicken out now the way she
had with the bellhop. But 20 minutes! The robe was suddenly insufferably hot,
and she shrugged it off. She remembered the tequila, still by the tub. When she
got up this time she stopped to look at herself. She'd made that teenager hard,
she thought, so there must be something. She watched herself fondle her breasts
and belly, her nipples growing harder and larger than she remembered them, the
aureoles deeply puckered. She picked up the larger dildo, cock-shaped, veined,
deep chocolate in color, and put it to her mouth, licking it, sucking it,
soaking it with her saliva, then put a foot up on the bed so she could watch as
she pushed it into her cunt. Her flesh sank in, then slid around the dark latex,
then pulled out slightly as she withdrew the cock. It looked completely nasty
and incredibly sexy. She pumped slowly twice more before pulling it out of her.
Her inner lips slightly protruded, shining with her wetness, almost red, even
against her black pubic hair. She needed to cum right now. She didn't know if
the dildo was waterproof and she wanted it in her, so when she got to the tub,
instead of getting in, she put a foot up as she had at the bed. She quickly
downed the shot, then turned on the vibrator. She held the length of it along
the line of her cunt, rocking it to vary the pressure against her clit, then
began to slide it up and down against her, watching her lips unfold and seem
almost to grasp at the buzzing thing. When she could stand it no more she tilted
the cock up to her soaking cunt and shoved it in hard. The sudden fullness made
her gasp. Her eyes squeezed closed and she panted as she pushed at herself,
rubbing her clit with her free hand, crying out in orgasm, nearly losing her
balance. She pulled the latex out of herself, still breathing shallowly, the leg
on the tub's lip shaking. She dropped the cock on the tiled floor and
practically collapsed into the Jacuzzi. When she could open her eyes again she
glanced at her watch. "Oh my god," she said, suddenly very nervous. In less than
5 minutes, strangers, she didn't know how many of them, would be at her door to
fuck her, at her own invitation and at Jack's instigation. Remembering the
leather straps in the package, she almost poured another shot of tequila. Two
was plenty, though-any more would interfere with her orgasms. But the straps?
She and Jack had only told stories to each other about light bondage, each
saying they didn't really want to be tied, that only the idea was sexy. This was
real. Even in the tub she could feel herself lubricating again. She got out,
drying herself absently with the robe as she walked back to the bed. She picked
up the lingerie, so thin she could see her fingers through the material, and
pulled it on. Her cunt hair was plainly visible, both through the material and
around the edges of the thong, and her nipples looked like they were about to
poke through the top. Shelley thought she had time to experiment. She buckled
the unpadded end of each strap to a corner post of the bed. The other end looped
around and passed through itself. so that you could, using only one hand, slip
into the loop and pull it tight around the wrist. You'd need a both hands to
remove it. She got on the bed and fastened her legs into the bottom straps-pale
legs in black leather on deep red satin-and pulled hard against them. She lay
back and stretched upward, grabbing the leather, imagining her arms, too, were
strapped to the bed. Suddenly she wanted to be found that way. She unfastened
her legs, ran to the door, and propped it open with a paperback she had brought
in case she got bored. Fat chance of that, now. She grabbed the dildo from
beside the Jacuzzi. Back at the bed she refastened her legs and placed both
dildos between her thighs. . She pulled on the velvet hood over her eyes, lay
back, slipped her left hand into its restraint and pulled it tight. She
hesitated a moment, knowing that she could not easily free herself if she took
the next step. Her right hand, almost on its own, fluttered down her torso,
pulling on a nipple through the silk, caressing her belly, slipping into the
waste-band of the thong far enough to tug at pubic hair, then back up and over
and down, tugging aside the wet cloth to cup her cunt, sliding two fingers
inside and then up to rub her clit, moving slickly now back up her belly and
over the other breast, then reaching for the leather strap. She felt her hand
enter the padded loop and push until it covered her wrist. One moment more of
hesitation, then she yanked her arm up against the strap and it closed on her
wrist. There was some slack in her bonds. She could draw her knees up a little,
but she couldn't bring her thighs together. Her wrist straps were out of reach,
but she not her nipples. She rocked her hips involuntarily, squeezing her thighs
toward each other while pulling on her nipples through the silk, breathing in
little panting gasps. When the knock came she cried out, almost a whimper, then,
in a shaking voice, called "It's open. I'm ready." She listened as people, she
couldn't tell how many, stepped into the room. One of them whistled low. "Look
at this bitch!" said a woman whose voice she recognized from the phone message.
"Oh, baby, you sure are ready. What do think, Donna? Was Jack straight with me?"
Two women! Jack's note said Marka was a lesbian-but she needed cock. "I think
Jack doesn't know what he's got," answered a husky female voice. Shelley felt
the bed shift as people climbed onto it from both sides of her. She tried to
reach for the hood but couldn't. "Please, let me see you..." "Are you sure,
sweetie?" It was the first voice. "I'll tell Tommy to let you go, but won't it
be more fun to earn your eyes? You're the one who put it on-unless you had help
from that cute bellboy." "No! I-I just?" "Ooh, what did you do with him? Have
you been bad already?" Hands, more than one person's, were moving slowly up and
down her legs and belly, over her breasts, in the hollows of her neck, finger
tips just trailing, not quite tickling. She couldn't keep from pushing herself
up to meet them. "Come on, Shelley, tell us what you did with the bellboy," said
the husky-voiced woman, Donna, as fingers slid under the front of her thong from
the side and caressed her swollen outer labia. "Did you fuck him? Is that why
your pussy's so wet?" Two fingers slid briefly into her, moving from her
perineum upwards, flicking her clit lightly as they passed. "No, I didn't fuck
him...nnh...I flashed him...nnh...I didn't mean to, but my robe fell open when
I...nnh...when I got your package." Shelley was gasping as she tried to tell
them, a part of her not believing what she was doing, but most of her on the
edge of orgasm. "You were bad, Shelley, showing yourself to that teenage boy.
Did he get a hard-on? Did you want to fuck him?" Again fingers slid in and out
of her cunt. "God, yes, he had a hard-on...hnnh...I wanted to suck his dick."
This time fingers pushed strongly into her, while a thumb rubbed her clit. "annh?annh?ohh!
" "Oh, baby, you're pretty when you cum. Now I think you're going to make us
cum-and then we'll take the blindfold off, OK? Tommy, tighten those straps so
she can't reach her tits with her hands. We wouldn't want any cheating, now
would we?" She lay panting and didn't resist as her arms were pulled over her
head. A man spoke for the first time, from her left side, so it wasn't Tommy-not
that she knew who Tommy was. "Who's first, Marka?" "You can take that thing out
and rub it if you like, David," said Marka, "but I'm first. I'm going to get my
pussy eaten. You like to lick pussy, baby?" Shelley heard zippers and snaps,
cloth rustling as she panted out "I...I've never done that." "Well I'll teach
you good, baby." Marka knelt beside her head and swung a leg over. She was hot,
and Shelly gasped as she felt hair brushing her face, her nose and lips. "Stick
out your tongue, baby. Get a little taste of me." She did as she was told,
anonymous hands still rubbing her titties, her cunt, other people's breath
coming louder now, too, the sound of kisses and now the sharp taste of another
woman for the first time, not like herself on Jack's cock or in his beard.
Marka's hips moved above her, Shelley's tongue sliding in the folds of flesh.
She felt hands between her thighs, heard the vibrators begin to whine, and
suddenly she was full, as the larger dildo sank into her. She jerked her head
up, but Marka's thighs closed on her. "Just keep your mind on me, baby. They're
going to play, but I'm coming down, now. Suck on my lips, shake your head a
little. That's it. Now lick up and down, put your tongue in me. rub your nose on
my clit. Ooh, are you sure it's your first time?" She felt something smeared on
her asshole, and the other dildo was in her. Someone was sliding them in and out
of her, pulling them out before she could cum and then plunging them back
inside. She couldn't speak, her mouth full of cunt. The bed was shaking and she
she thought she could hear fucking. She was gasping now, frantically licking and
sucking at the other woman, who now was almost grinding her cunt into Shelley's
face. Only Marka spoke words-"Now lick my clit-flick it with your tongue, suck
on it baby, oh yeah oh fuck oh fuck yeah...yeah..." Shelley tried to keep her
tongue in Marka's cunt as the other woman slid down to sit just under her tits.
Someone's finger traced her lips and she tried to suck it in. Marka laughed.
"You want a dick now, honey? My pussy wasn't enough? We've got three for you, if
Donna doesn't want you next." "It's OK, Marka, I just got some. Let the boys
have her." Having names for the voices of the people playing with her body had
given Shelley some faint sense of control, and she nearly panicked that there
was a third man who hadn't yet said a word. What would he want, what would they
all want? She wanted to ask who he was, but seemed to have no control of her
body, her mouth gaping for the fingers roughly exploring it, pulling at her
lips, pushing her tongue and teeth, her hips tilting up for the dildos which had
so cruelly abandoned her. "Is that what you want, baby? You want some cock? You
need to tell us what you want, Shelley." The fingers left her, too, left her
straining for any touch. She could only moan in reply. "Come on, baby, tell us
you want to get fucked. Tell us how to fuck you." "Please give it to me," she
managed. "Please give you what, honey? I don't know what you want." "Fuck me! I
want you to fuck me!" "But there are three boys here, Shel. How can we decide
who gets to fuck you?" "I want all of them! Please! Oh god, please just fuck
me!" "All of them, baby? You'll have to tell us how to do that." "I've got three
holes!" "What are those, Shelley? Where do you want these boys to put their
dicks?" "I want a cock in my ass and one in my cunt. I want someone to cum in
mouth." She was yelling now " I want cum all over me! Please fuck me." "That's
good, baby. Now tell us how to do it-we'll start with David. He's got a
middle-sized cock. Tell him how to get in you." "Oh god...get under me, on your
back. I want you to fuck my ass." She raised herself up as well as she could,
and strong arms held her as she felt a man sliding under her. His dick felt huge
on her ass, and she had another moment of panic as the head pressed into her
asshole. Then he was in her and she was yelling again. "Jesus Christ! Fuck me
more! Give me the biggest cock i my cunt!" "You got it darling." The bed shifted
as someone knelt between her legs. The man in her ass paused to let the other
set himself. She felt the head a dick rubbing up and down on her swollen pussy
and she couldn't keep from trying to take it into her, sliding up n the dick in
her ass. Then both men plunged deep into her, making her cry out. "One more
more, baby. Where does this poor fellow go?" "I told you!" "I forgot." "Goddamnit
will you fuck my mouth!" Someone grabbed her head and turned it to the side, and
a cock shoved into her mouth, into her throat. Her lips touched pubic hair. The
all three cocks began moving in and out of her. She moaned continually, gasping
for breath when the dick in her mouth let her. Rough hands mauled her breasts,
pulling at her nipples. Her body felt like one huge cunt, she wanted everything
inside her, she wanted this never to stop. She heard nothing but her own
heartbeat and the sucking sounds her body made at mouth, ass, and cunt. The man
beneath her began to pump harder, and she pushed against him, squeezing her
asshole on his dick. She was starting to cum herself, and she wanted to feel his
sperm in her bowels. Now when she gasped for air was chanting "cum, cum" with
every breath out. The man in her ass stopped suddenly and she felt his dick
pulsing. She wanted to scream, but the dick in her mouth was spewing too, and
she frantically sucked to keep it all in, gave up when her own body began to
convulse, felt the sperm running over her cheeks and onto her throat, She yelled
"All over me" as the cock in her cunt withdrew and she felt sperm shooting over
her belly and tits. She lay shaking and stunned as the dick in her ass gradually
shrank and slid out of her. Marka broke the silence. "You are one hot bitch,
Shelley." Then someone pulled the hood offer her head. For a moment, in the
sudden light, she couldn't focus. Suddenly she realized that the man kneeling
between her legs was Jack. "You shithead!" "I thought you liked it." "God, it
was wonderful. But you're still a shithead." She turned to the women, who had
obviously been enjoying each other as much as they had her show. "You with me?"
They nodded, grinning. She turned back to Jack as the the other two men unbound
her wrists. "Now it's your turn."
The End
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