Summary of Day 1: My wife Jill and I were on our way to spend a long weekend at Cannon Beach on the Oregon coast when we picked up two young hitchhikers, Catie and Alex. We invited them to share our motel room when their plans for camping were rained out. That first evening, one thing led to another...
It was still raining when I woke the next morning. For a moment I couldn't remember where I was, or what the sounds were that I was hearing. Then I realized. The Cannon Beach motel. And the sounds explained themselves. Catie and Alex were fucking again on the other king bed. It sounded as if they were close to coming.
"Yeah, yeah..." It was Catie, almost screaming. "Yeah, give me your big cock, put it all in me... fuck my cunt..."
Then Alex's voice, grunting. "Turn around... quick... on your knees..."
And Catie again. "Oh yeah!... yeah!... harder..."
I peeked across at the other bed. Catie had her head down on the pillow and her little ass up in the air. Alex was kneeling behind her, thrusting his gleaming shaft in and out of her cunt.
Jesus, I wished it was I who was fucking Catie.
Jill nudged me and I realized she was awake too. She whispered: "Are you wishing it was you fucking her?"
How did she know? "No! Of course not! I have you."
Silence, then, "Uh huh."
"A-a-a-a-h." I looked towards the other bed at the long moan from Catie, then the grunting roar as Alex gave her a last fierce thrust.
I was about to suggest to Jill that my own cock was ready for some play when I heard Catie's voice: "Sorry about that, guys. We didn't mean to wake you."
"That's okay," Jill told her. "It looks like it's breakfast time anyway. And this place claims they have a decent buffet breakfast. Let's just clean up and go eat."
Shit. I knew what I wanted to eat and it wasn't breakfast. After last night's exhibitionism, I'd have been happy to have sex with Jill whether Catie and Alex were there or not. I pulled a pair of shorts on over my now sagging cock, feeling irritated with my wife. Didn't she understand what I needed?
Breakfast turned out to be surprisingly good by motel standards and it was obvious we'd all worked up appetites from our prior evening's exertions. We were sitting around drinking coffee after working through big plates of scrambled egg and sausage when Jill looked up and said: "Hey, it's quit raining!"
It was true. The sky was gray, but water was no longer running down the windows.
We finished our coffees and walked back to our room, still scented with the slightly fishy odor of sex, discussing how to spend the morning. Somehow, after last night, we were all assuming that Catie and Alex would continue to share the room.
It obviously wasn't a day for sunbathing, but Alex had brought a frisbee in his backpack, so we headed for the beach.
After an hour of tossing the frisbee back and forth we meandered along the edge of the water, splitting into pairs, Alex and I, and Catie and Jill. Alex turned out to share my interest in Portland's sports teams and we quickly got into a discussion of the shortcomings of our city's soccer and basketball franchises. Ahead of us, Catie and Jill were walking close together, talking quietly, but occasionally breaking into the kind of laughter that sounded as if they'd been friends for years.
After some more walking up and down the beach, we strolled into the little town for beers and lunch. It was close to mid-afternoon by the time we'd finished our burgers and some more beers. We were retracing our steps back towards the beach when Jill noticed it was low tide.
"We could walk round Haystack Rock," she suggested.
It sounded like a good way of spending an hour or so. Other tourists were already picking their way across the wet sand towards the massive rock, a hundred yards below the high tide line.
"Hey, good little hike," Catie commented an hour later as we got back to the main beach. She and I had separated from Jill and Alex on the far side of the rock as the others explored tidepools. "God, my feet are wet and cold, though. Let's head back to the room." She looked back to where Jill and Alex were just visible in the distance. "They can catch up with us there."
Walking back to the motel with this cute young woman was no hardship. I told Catie more about how Jill and I had met and discovered a liking for sexual exploration, and she told me her college ambition had been to become a poet. "No money in that, though, so I decided to drop out and earn a little waitressing."
We reached the door to the room and I pulled out the key card and opened the door. The maid had been by, the beds were made again, and the smell of sex had disappeared. Catie followed me into the room.
"Jeez, I wish I'd brought better shoes for the wet beach," Catie kicked off her thin sneakers and socks. "I need to get warm and dry and clean again. I'm going to have a long hot shower." She gave me a mischievous grin. "Want to join me?"
I stared at her. Was she joking? Had I misheard?
"I said, want to join me? It's okay with Jill. We talked about it this morning on the beach." Catie grinned again. "She knows you want to fuck me."
"O-o-h," I said. I gazed into her green eyes. This was crazy, we'd only met the afternoon before, and I was happily married to a lovely woman. I leaned forward and gave her a long deep kiss. "Yes, I want to join you."
"Good." Catie reached down to the zip of her jeans. "Let's get out of our clothes, then."
I watched as she pulled her tee-shirt over her head, then shucked off her jeans and panties and headed into the bathroom. Still a little stunned by what was happening, I kicked off my shoes and tore off my jeans and underpants and shirt and followed.
In the bathroom Catie was leaning over the tub to turn on the water, giving me a wonderful view of the pale curve of her little ass and the pink folds between. She adjusted the water temperature and turned to me. "M-m-hmm. You seem like you're ready."
I looked down. My cock was sticking straight out. "Yeah," I managed.
"Let's hop in, then."
We climbed into the tub and adjusted the spray so that it played over both our bodies. Catie unwrapped a bar of soap, rubbed up a lather under the shower and began to stroke my cock.
"M-m-m," I said after a moment. "Let me borrow the soap."
I lathered up my hands and ran them gently across her boobs, then moved two fingers slowly back and forth across one nipple, feeling the little nub harden.
"Yeah, nice," Catie whispered.
I continued to play with her nipples, running my fingers across the little points, then circling around the areolas and caressing the nubs again. Catie reciprocated by moving her soapy hands to my chest, copying my own play. I leaned forward and gave her a long deep kiss under the shower spray, then lathered up a hand some more and moved it between her legs.
As I started to play with Catie's pussy, she shifted a soapy hand to my balls, gently fondling them one by one, and then together. I pulled back for a moment, rinsed my hand, and inserted a finger in her cunt to produce a small pleased gasp.
"Yeah... good, Nick..." Catie gave me another deep kiss as I pushed a second finger inside her, then, "Oh, yeah, yeah..." as I wriggled both fingers around.
"Rinse off, and get dry," Catie ordered after a couple of minutes. "Let's move on." She reached behind her and turned off the shower.
The motel towels were pleasantly fluffy as we dried each other, Catie being careful to remove the last spots of damp from my cock and balls and I being equally thorough with her pussy. Finally dry, we were climbing out of the tub when Catie turned and sat down on the rim. She beckoned to me. "Just right for sucking your cock," she told me.
I moved quickly to face her, my stiff prick inches from her lips. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down my shaft, then lapped round and round the head, and down to my balls. And again. And again.
"My turn," I told her after a while. I nudged her to turn around, then had a better idea. I tossed the towels on the floor and lay down on my back.
Catie guessed what I wanted and moved to crouch over my face. My tongue found her pussy lips and I started a gentle back and forth across her folds, then up to her orange bush and back again. Straight out of the shower, she tasted delightfully clean and fresh, but as I lapped at her I began to taste her tangy creamy juices, subtly different from Jill's spicier savor.
As I continued to work my tongue, pushing deeper into her, Catie began to breathe harder, almost gasping. "Jesus, Nick, I need you to fuck me."
I stopped my licking and she wriggled down my body until my prick was just touching her damp pussy. "Put it in me," she demanded.
My cock seemed to become even harder as she lowered herself onto me. Compared to Jill's, Catie's cunt was tighter, but slick enough that she was able to slide up and down my shaft with no difficulty. Each time she raised herself she hesitated at the top so that her cunt muscles were almost caressing my cockhead before she plunged down again, with her small boobs swaying above me.
"Oh God, I love cowgirl," she whispered to me after a while. "But I love doggie, too."
I took the hint and paused while she moved onto her knees. I gazed at her wet pink pussy for a moment, then grabbed her hips and plunged into her, admiring the sight of the little rosebud of her asshole twitching above my thrusting cock.
"Yeah, Nick, yeah..." she muttered as she thrust back, "Yeah, hard, hard, fuck me hard..."
I picked up the pace a little, feeling my cock plunging up and down in her slick cunt.
"A-a-a-a-h." She came suddenly, her body thrashing around my shaft. I still hadn't come. She spun around on her knees and gazed at me. "I want what you gave Jill last night."
I smiled at her. It was what I wanted too. I pulled her head to me so that her lips engulfed my prick, then her tongue was lapping at my cockhead as I fucked her mouth. I was muttering now: "Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck..." I couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm going to come."
Catie leaned back and opened her mouth wide, just as I exploded to send a stream of white between her lips.