Sam and her two k**s arrived at 5.00 am at Sydney airport, home after 18 months. They arrived during the summer heatwave, leaving the cold winter behind them. Picking up the hire car after queuing through customs and passport control allowed the 3 of the 4 in the family to feel like the holiday had started. The 4th had stayed at home, part work part because the OZ family didn't care if he turned up or not.
The first leg of the journey to her sister's wedding was to pick up grandma from the north suburbs. It took longer than expected, but once on the road, the k**s entertained Grandma with stories and tales from their life far away until dusk when they pulled into the motel booked for the first night.
Pizzas were ordered in; all had an early night as the next day, they needed to be at the rehearsal mid-afternoon. Arriving in good time, the family settled into their rooms, expecting her husband to be with them; the family had booked two rooms, one for the parents and one for the k**s. Grandma had her own room.
The k**s were happy to see their Aunts and other long-distance relatives, kept away from Sam, who, after performing her role as maid of honour at the rehearsal, picked up the first of many champagne glasses and made new friends with her sister's new family.
Stepping outside with one of her new friends, a tall, barrel-chested man, bald, with huge hands, and with a belly that stretched his shirt and trousers, called Pete, not her usual type; however, his humour and demeanour had sparked interest. He came from the groom's side, a farmer in the bush up North. He had what she needed: a cigarette, a clear sign she almost had enough booze. The warm air felt good after the cold of the air-conditioning, lighting a given cigarette, the first for many months. Sam filled her lungs with the smoke and quickly regretted it. The smoke made her feel dizzy, and she fell against her companion, her breasts brushed against his belly, and to steady herself, she accidentally put her hand on his groin, pulling it back as fast as she could but perhaps not fast enough because she felt through the material what seemed to be a tennis ball.
"Sorry" she said, "No worries" her new friend said and pulled out a chair for her to sit on.
She looked around, and nobody else was in the area. She tried not to look at his groin, but it was difficult as it was now at eye height. The outline, which she could see clearly now, was of 2 tennis balls and an unmistakable thick cock. His belly hid it from general view. Looking up, she saw him looking down at her cleavage. She smiled. It had been a long time since anybody had paid any attention to her, and she was enjoying this engagement and decided that if the opportunity arose, she would like to see what was in his pants. Going back inside, the new friends split, but she kept looking at him and saw he always appeared to be looking at her.
The k**s had reached the limit of their patience with each other and needed to be escorted to their room. The party had started to thin anyway, but she decided to have one last drink and got downstairs before the bar closed. Getting the drink and asking if the bartender had any cigarettes, she didn't see her new friend come up behind her, put a pack on the bar, and asked if she was looking for one. Turning, Sam said you know how to chat a girl up and walked out into the cooling night air. Nobody outside they got close as they lit their cigarettes from the same flame. Him bending down and looking at her tits, not where the flame ended up. He burnt himself. He swore and then laughed because he knew he was busted. He bent down again and kissed Sam. They embraced Sam, not wanting to get caught, organised to meet him in his room in 15, and suggested he get drinks and go now. Finishing off her glass and cigarette didn't take that long. Sam could feel the excitement building and the wetness in her panties growing.
Catching the lift, she stepped out on the floor above hers and found his room, standing close to the door to try and hide from anybody disturbed by her knocking. She tapped on it, the door opened instantly, and she stepped inside. The situation reminded her of the days before her wedding, her time in Sydney as a young professional lawyer, which meant lots of drinking and lots of fucking young bucks in cheap hotel rooms just like this one. In those days, she had a routine which always worked, always made her cum and always made her feel like a slut, which she loved. Although not a young buck, the man standing in front of her had the same lustful look, and she had a lust to get fucked.
Pushing him back against the wall, she knelt in front of him, undid his belt and button, unzipped his fly and pulled down his trousers and pants. The manly smell filled her nostrils, but what she saw next made her lean back on her hunches a little. The ball sack, which hung so low, was full of the most enormous bollocks she had ever seen. A thick shaft of flesh almost hid them with the biggest knob end she could have imagined. The base hidden by short, curly tufts of dark hair. The flaccid cock was bigger than her husband's when he was hard. She held the heavy cock in her hand and pulled it towards her mouth. Kissing the end of his bell end felt like she was kissing a baby's head, warm, soft but hard and out of proportion, with no foreskin to stop her kissing and worshipping the now hardening member along its length. As she played with her new friend, The thickness of this cock grew and was now almost the same as her forearm, and the length was going to be nearly the same. Cupping the balls, she could hardly get both in her hand, and they felt heavy. Her routine remembered after a while, she reached into her gash and felt the wetness of her cunt and collecting her juice on a finger, she offered it to her punter (as she used to call them, her only charge was a hotel room)
He sucked on her fingers, tasting her cunt, while she worked on his magnificent cock, wanking the shaft. She could not get her fingers to close around the shaft. Standing, she stepped back, still dressed, and laid back on the bed, pulling her panties off to expose her cunt and arse. She looked back at the huge cock, which made her open her legs wide she reached down and pulled her cunt lips open. He stumbled over to the bed, knees against the mattress and pulled her back to the edge. She looked down and saw the considerable knob head close to her cunt, she felt it against her cunt lips, and then, a grunt from Pete, it entered her cunt. She returned the groan and adjusted her position to try and ease its passage into her.
She pushed back a little on his belly, and he stopped allowing her to adjust to the feeling of being stretched. Her cunt was so wet, her juice covered his cock and ran down her ass crack onto her skirt.
Steeling herself, she stopped resisting him, and he pushed his cock into her hole. She thought she was going to die but then realised that it did not matter; she was in heaven anyway. Her legs opened wider than she ever felt possible to allow the cock into her cunt. The bell end, stretching her out all the way to the top of her cunt. On her elbows, looking down, she realised that she had only taken two-thirds of his cock. He pulled back, Sam saw the member covered in her cunt juice, making it greasy and shiny. "Fuck Me" Sam said, "Stretch my cunt out You Fuck". Her new friend obliged, pushing his cock back in. On the tenth or twelfth stroke, she felt his bollocks bang against her arse, her cunt was leaking juice, and she could feel that running now down her arse crack.
She climaxed hard, shaking and crying out, holding on to her new lover, making him push in further. Both tried undressing fully as best they could, with Sam impaled on Pete's cock.
As Sam's full breasts were released, Pete's hands kneaded the flesh and bent over to suck on her nipples. Skirt gone, Sam's legs were free to open as wide as her hips would allow, and as she arched her back, all of Pete's cock inside her made her climax. Her legs trembled as she gripped the bed linen; Pete held on to her and then planted a sloppy kiss on her mouth. Tongue deep in her mouth.
Disengaging Sam asked "whats next?"