Moving Day - Part 3

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"Four rooms please,” Dan, said to the woman behind the counter inside. "Um, he means two rooms," Andrea interrupted. "One with a king, and one with two singles and a cot," she finished, pulling out her wallet.

Dan turned to her. "Oh, come on Ms. Caton! How are we going to fit in one room?"

"Look, you don’t have to live there; you just have to sleep there. I'm not paying for three rooms when you're only going to use them for 8 hours anyway," she growled, sliding her credit card across the counter. "Besides, it's your fucking fault that we're here!" she reminded him.

The woman handed Andrea two keys, explaining which one went to which room. Andrea tossed the movers their key and bolted for her room, the need to cum replacing all other conscious thought.

She was out of her clothes before she was even to the room, and had her vibrator at the ready before the door was shut. Spread-eagled on the bed, she searched for something on TV to help her on her way. In this day and age, even the most podunk hotels had cable, and one that catered to truckers had more than its share of "adult" channels.

Working the remote with one hand, she turned the vibrator on with the other and slid it in and out of her pussy until she was nice and wet. Pushing it in as far as it would go, she crossed her legs at the ankles to hold it tight. Tossing the remote aside, she closed her eyes and continued to fantasize about fucking Dan and Tim. She played with her nipples while the vibrator hummed along, and after 20 minutes she came so hard that she fell off the bed.

Finally able to relax, she decided to call the movers and apologize for being so rude to them. She tried calling their room for 20 minutes, but no one picked up, so she pulled on her shorts and shirt and went over to knock on their door. The motel was garden style, with doors and windows that all faced into the center. Outside the movers' window, she was able to get a clear view of the entire room inside, as well as listen to a conversation already in progress.

"...is a total bitch, man! I can't believe that cunt; you'd think we were dirt or something," Billy complained.

"Dude, I know. But I don't care, I'd fuck her in a minute," Tim said. "The whole ride here, I was rubbing up against her, and I think she was digging it."

So that HAD been intentional. Asshole!

Tim was lying on the bed closest to the window, with his back toward her, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet from a recent shower. At the foot of the bed, Billy sat on a cot in just his t-shirt, as if he had been interrupted in the middle of getting undressed. Dan was not visible anywhere.

"At one point she took a nap," Tim continued, "and must have been having a helluva of a dream, because her pants got real wet around her pussy. I thought she had peed her pants, but when I took a whiff, man there was nothing but pussy smell! I almost shot in the truck; I'm hard just thinking about it!"

He rolled over on his back and let the towel fall away, revealing a decent sized cock surrounded by curly blonde pubic hair. He reached down and began stroking it, coaxing it to its full length. It was longer than her dildo, but not quite as long as her vibrator (which she had measured as 8 inches), and it was nice and thick, like the base of a flashlight. Andrea licked her lips as she watched him fondle it.

"I could just imagine eating that pussy, feeling her squirm on my face. I bet she's a hot little fuck. I'd love to tease her crack, make her beg me to fuck her."

"Aw shit man," Billy groaned, and started to stroke his cock too. "What about those tits?"

Billy’s cock was longer then Tim's, but not nearly as thick. It looked more like her dildo, which was fine with Andrea. She reached under her shirt and teased her nipples hard while she continued to spy on the two men.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good," moaned Tim. "Yeah, she's got great tits. Do you think they’re real? I mean she's so little; how'd she get such big tits? I’m telling you Bill, if we'd driven much longer, I may have had to try to slip my finger up her pussy and finger fuck her."

"Oh jeez, what the hell’s gotten into you two?" Dan asked from the bathroom doorway.

He had a towel draped around his neck, but was otherwise totally nude. His cock hung thickly between his legs, still soft and easily as long and thick as her vibrator. It was darker than the rest of his body, almost the color of his pubic hair, and his cockhead dangled, swollen, at the end of his shaft. Andrea squeezed her nipples a little harder as she imagined what it would look like stiff.

Except for his crotch and his goatee, his body was smooth, every muscle starkly defined, as if chiseled from stone.

"Tim was talking about how hot Andrea Caton is, and got me started."

Dan's cock twitched at the mention of Andrea's name.

"Did he tell you about the ride here? It's a wonder I didn't rip my shorts. All I could smell was pussy." His cock hardened. "Maybe if she got a good fuck, she wouldn't be so damn evil," he said, dropping onto his bed. By the time it was fully erect, it stood out 8.5", and was 5" around.

"You'd kill her with that thing, Dan." Billy said gesturing toward Dan's cock.

Dan smiled. "Nah, they come a lot bigger. And I'd go easy on her. You know how Tim likes to eat pussy; I'd let him get her ready. Then I'd fuck her nice and slow, maybe let her cum on my dick before I shot," he said, stroking his cock while he spoke. "Don't worry; I'd let you guys go first so she'd still feel you!"

"Fuck you, she'd feel me," Tim grunted, really starting to work his own cock. "I'd fucking love to spread her, make her get me nice and slippery with her mouth, then let her ride me while I chewed on those nipples!"

Andrea’s pussy was boiling again. Without bothering to look around, she dropped her shorts so she could get at it, sliding her middle finger in as soon as they were off and rubbing her thumb vigorously over her rock hard clit.

Looking back in the window, she saw that Billy was now as naked as the other two men, his back against the wall, rubbing his nipples and caressing his pecs while he jerked furiously. Tim was still on his back under the window with his eyes closed, spitting in his hands for lubrication. He took long slow strokes with one hand while he played with his balls with the other, his hips rising to meet his hand. Andrea bit down on her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud, her orgasm getting close. Watching these guys jerk off while they talked about her was the hottest thing she'd done in her short sexual career.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh as each of the men came closer to cumming.

"Oh fuck!" Billy groaned, shooting a thick milky arc into the air that landed on the floor between the two beds.

Three less powerful jets followed it before he slouched against the wall, spent. It set off a chain reaction, with Dan climaxing next. Taking one last stroke he released his magnificent cock, letting the cum spill out of his piss slit and dribble the length of his shaft, pooling on the bed around his balls as his cock continued to twitch. Bringing up the rear, Tim started to buck wildly, his cum shooting wildly, spraying his chest, his face, and the wall behind him as he pulled hard on his cock, trying to force more cum out.

Andrea dropped to the ground, ramming two fingers into her pussy as hard and as fast as she could while squeezing her clit between the thumb and forefinger. Suddenly she clamped legs shut, trapping her hand, as her orgasm came roaring over her, and she thrashed about on the grass under the window, biting her tongue to keep from screaming.

By the time she stood back up, the light in the room was out and she could hear the men snoring peacefully. Pulling back on her shorts, she made her way back to her room and also fell soundly asleep. At 7:00 the next morning, the phone rang.

"Ms. Caton?" It was Dan. "We were thinking of pushing off about 8:00; will that be alright?"

"Yes,” she answered sleepily. "That will be fine. Let me get myself together, and I'll meet you at the front desk."

She took a long shower before she go dressed, washing off the dirt and the smell of sex from last night, then gathered up her things and went to check out. She met the movers at the front door.

"I’ve already settled up. Why don't we grab a bite next door before we go?" she asked, but nobody answered; they just stared at her like she was standing there stark naked.

Which, in a sense, she was. Her outfit didn’t leave very much to the imagination. She'd decided to go braless, and chose a sheer white tank top cut so low that the tops of her nipples peeked out. Her areolas showed dark, puckered, and a little larger than a quarter, begging for attention through the filmy shirt. She'd also made sure to pull her hair back tightly, so that her tits got the proper amount of emphasis. The matching skirt, only slightly more opaque, was cut just below the crotch line, and she'd chosen to wear it without the recommended Lycra shorts, or any other hosiery for that matter.

"Hello, guys. Anybody home?"

Tim broke out of his trance first, managing a halfhearted, "Breakfast would be fine, ma'am."

During the meal, she ate like she it was her first meal in weeks, whereas the men barely finished their rolls and juice. She was famished after last night, but she suspected they were too distracted to pay any real attention to their food.

"Same riding arrangements?" she asked after they had regrouped outside.

"Actually, today I'm going to ride with you and Dan so that you have a little more room up there," Billy said.

She smiled. Billy probably wanted to cop a few feels. She'd bet a thousand dollars that Tim was sorry he'd agree to this BEFORE he saw what she was wearing.

Today was even hotter than yesterday, and by 10:00 the heavy smell of sweat was everywhere, and Andrea was beside herself with lust. The tank top was plastered to her tits, stretching noticeably as her nipples hardened and grew darker against the white of her shirt. Tim shifted uncomfortably in his seat, while Dan struggled to keep his eyes on the road ahead.

"Do you guys mind if I take off my shoes?" she asked, kicking them off before either of them had a chance to respond.

End of Part 3.

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