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This period of my life, at age 29, was lived in mostly hotels, and apartment complexes. Never residing for too long in each. Due to constant job relocation, I never really grasped much of my surroundings, nor had I had any sexual relations that lasted any longer than a few months. With an indoor swimming pool and really expensive carpeting and chandeliers, this indoor Hotel I stumbled upon one year, seemed a hot spot for tanned, high-maintenance, single mom's and their daughters. Some times I swore I may have been the only male in the joint.
In the six months I stayed there, I got hit on a lot. On occasion while taking out the trash, I'd get whistled and hollered at. Every time I'd look they'd all duck down and giggle. Because I always worked graveyard, I never received opportunities to meet any of them. Until one Saturday night.
~All evening I could hear girls laughing and playing around next door. It became obvious that there was some drinking going on. Also a bit of pot smoking; which I had no problem with, but may have contributed to their bravery, and what happened that night.
While challenging to listen to any of my music over the party-speakers next door, I barely caught a knocking at my door. I opened it. Two girls stood in my doorway. Both cute enough to make a sinner out of me. The one closest to me had to be no older than nineteen, though it's hard to tell anymore now a days. And her friend around the same age, but with breasts that of a twenty-five year old. The girls were thin, tanned of course, and in shape. One wore blue-jeans and a t-shirt with converse shoes, and knew how to apply her make up. The other, with large breasts, wore dark blue knee-high Dr. Martins with black nylons under her blue mini-skirt, and a simple dark red, v-neck spaghetti-strap tank-top, that complimented her cleavage.
The braver of the two in jeans spoke up. "We locked our keys in our room. Can we use your phone?" she asked respectfully with gum in her mouth.
"Sure. Come on in." I welcomed with a gesture of my hand. "You don't have a cell phone?" I asked, searching for my own.
"It's in our room. We just need to call my mom." They waited out side, then looked back and a third girl appeared, wrapped in just a swimming towel. I swallowed hard.
"Good Lord," I whispered to myself. She was beautiful. With tattoos. Her breasts huge! Did these girls eat steroids every morning for breakfast?! She stared at the ground embarrassed, barely looking up to acknowledge me. She had long bangs hiding half her face, with her bottom lip pierced in the middle. "This is Amy, the leader introduced. "I'm Karen and this is Abby."
~I didn't tell them my name. "Ya. Cell phones aren't toys ya know?! They're easy to lose," I joked.
"Oh. You know you're right?" Karen asked facetiously, and the door closed. "I guess we're just silly that way." She glared up at me. "Can we use yours?"
"Sure. Here ya go." I reached out to hand her my phone. She turned to look at her friends and they tried to hide their giggles. Karen turned back and looked me straight in the eyes.
"No, big boy..." she winked, "Your 'toy'!" she spoke maturely and bit the inside of her bottom lip, while tracing her eyes down my body. Stopping at my crouch. I coughed.
"Excuse me?!" my adrenaline sky-rocketed. Was she asking what I thought she was asking?
"Look at him." Abby spoke up, in an over toned French accent. "He's blushing!"
"Don't pretend you don't wanna play with us," Karen questioned me. "You do wanna play with us, don't you?!" she flirted.
"Err..." I didn't know what to say. They were so much younger than me. I watched her mouth open slightly and her tongue lick her teeth. The bulge in my pants was obvious.
"Oooo..," Abby spoke again and took lead. "Are we making you... hard 'mister'?!"
Karen walked behind me. "I bet he's got a really big penis!" she said just loud enough to hear.
"Mmmm, I bet he does." Abby added and bit her index finger nail. "Whatcha got under there?" I felt Karen's hand graze my butt, and her fingers make their way around to coup a feel of the monster in my pants. "Yep, he's hard!" Her finger nails grazed along the neck of my beast. I looked down and watched her little hand wrap around me and squeeze firmly.
~I did what I should've and stepped away. "You girls are crazy!"
"And horny." Abby interrupted, smiling big and acting all flirty. She walked over to Amy in her towel, and pretended to hump her from behind. Karen wouldn't keep her hands off my stomach. The mood in the room was strange. These girls, these... little girls, meant business. Abby turned Amy's back towards me and let her towel drop to the floor.
"Oops!" Abby apologized in a flirting tone. Amy's ass was amazing. Shiny like silk. Round like a ripe fruit. Karen snuck her hands under my shirt and ran her hands up to my chest.
"Don't worry," she pleaded, "we won't tell." I looked at her in disbelief. I must've looked like a deer in headlights. Abby held Amy's naked body and whispered in her ear. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her hair still over the one eye. Meanwhile, Karen challenged to trespass under my belt line, running her nails along the edge of my underwear. It tickled like temptation. I held onto her wrists.
"Oh!" she gasped in a smart-ass manner. "Am I being bad?!" I swore she grew little demon horns just then.
Abby encouraged Amy closer to me and turned her around. I tried to look away, but for the life of me found no reason to not feast my eyes upon her gloriously untainted, freshly shaven wonder of a sex-doll body. She tried to cover herself, but Abby wouldn't let her. She gave up her struggle and spoke for the first time, sounding like she was reading a line her friends had dared her to ask, in her innocent, little girl voice: "Will you #*@ % us?"
I fell under a spell. Abby reached over and pressed Amy's boobs together, forming her cleavage perfectly. Amy placed her hands on top of Abby's and both stared at me. My dick twitched.
~I cleared my throat. That's all Abby needed to hear. She stepped away from Amy and pushed me until I fell on the messy bed. I attempted to sit up on my elbows but was pushed back down. My feet still touched the floor. Was I about to let this happen?! Karen decided now was the time to continue her quest, and began unfastening my belt. Abby helped, by hopping her knees up onto the bed with me, to unzip my fly. A mob of inexperienced fingers worked feverishly to discover the secrets of my manhood. I felt the waste-line of my pants loosen. Sweet Amy edged closer to the bed. Still unable to finalize their claim, Karen and Abby squeezed my legs and licked my stomach. Resting on the edge of the bed made my pants too tight to get their minor-law-suits in my pants.
Ambitious Abby recognized my pants were trapped, and encouraged me to scoot all the way onto the bed by pulling my hips towards the headboard. As I scooted myself, the girls held my pants, allowing me to slide right out of them. Along with my underwear. My hard dick sprang out of my pants and slapped on my stomach. The girls gasped.
"Oh my fucking God," Abby smiled big. "That thing is #*@%in' huge!" They all snickered in celebration as they congregated around my pulsating member. They couldn't take their eyes off of it.
I reached down and stood it up straight. "You like that?" I asked.