Chapter 3: Hotel Fun
It was Sunday afternoon and I was shooting hoops in my driveway when I finally saw Jill's parents' car turn onto our street. All weekend, I debated how I should approach Jill. Friday night, we made love for the first time and we were nearly caught in bed as her parents came home. Then, Saturday morning when I went over to say "Goodbye" before she left on her Birthday Trip to the Art Museum, I caught Jill and her mom going at it.
Needless to say, I was a little confused and extremely horny. On one hand, I want to rush over and see my girl. But on the other, I wasn't sure what her parents would say when I arrived. Throwing caution into the wind, I made a final shot...swish...and walked over to Jill's.
"Need any help?" I asked as the three were just getting out of the car.
Jill quickly sprung into my arms, hugged me, kissed me and whispered, "Were you a good boy?" and winked. I nodded and she smiled.
Her request for me not to 'jerk off' while she was gone was difficult but I honored it. Originally, I thought about all the sexy things she would do; then, I had to stop because it only got me more excited. The ACT Test I took less than two hours after her request stopped that thinking in a hurry. I had taken the test with Jill earlier and bombed it. Yesterday, I re-took it and was sure I bombed it again.
As we parted, Jill's dad, Jake, came over. He said, "Son, why don't you help me with the luggage while the women start dinner." Jill followed her mother into the house and I was left with Jake.
After the women were out of sight, Jake began his speech. "Let me get right to the point, I know Jill and you were, umm..., intimate Friday night. I know this was the first time because my baby has changed....matured, in a way that I am still getting used to."
"Sir," I began but was cut short.
"Let me speak my piece! Now son, I know you have been seeing Jill for years. You are like a part of our family. I knew this day would come some day, but I hoped it would be her wedding day." A long pause followed and then, "Be careful and don't hurt my baby," he managed before he started to tear up.
Now, Jake was a big man. He towered over me at 6 feet, 6 inches and weighed at least 280 pounds. I wouldn't call him sentimental; but, when it came to his daughter, she was his world. He would do anything for his girl and I am sure the 'speech' was a manifestation from a conversation with Jill. The drive to and from the Art Museum must have been intense to say the least.
Not knowing how to respond, I stuck my hand out to shake his hand. He quickly grabbed my arm and reeled me in for a big bear hug. Then, he quickly remembered where he was and released me. He looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen his public display of affection, seemed satisfied no one had, and slapped me on the shoulder. "I guess we better get these bags inside," he quickly changed the subject.
As we entered, I took Jill's bags to her room while Jake took theirs to the opposite end of the house. When I entered Jill's room, she just started to peal the sheets off her bed. The cum soaked ring from our Friday night session had hardened and bled through to her mattress. I joked, "I guess you will be getting a new mattress for your birthday."
Jill was not amused. She quickly changed the subject and said, "I called your mother and told her you would be having dinner with us tonight." She paused and continued, "Were you really able to 'hold off' all weekend?"
"Yes, I did. The test certainly ...," I was cut off.
"Oh God, how did you do?" she exclaimed after she remembered the importance of the test.
I knew how much she wanted me to score at least a 19 so I met the minimum requirement for the college she planned to attend. My first score was only 17. I didn't feel good about my chances of improving but I honestly answered, "I did the best I could do. Now, we have to wait to see the results."
She seemed satisfied with my answer as she tossed me a fresh set of sheets. As we worked in unison to make her bed, I asked, "Jill, I expected a parental moment or two based off how Friday ended, but what was that with your dad?" My mind was still trying to process the event.
Jill explained the long talk with her parents as they drove to the Art Museum. She said her mother brought up the subject as soon as they pulled out of the driveway. Jill said she quickly defused the situation by reminding her parents of the promise she made them when she first entered puberty and her mother had the 'birds and the bees' speech with her.
Jean, Jill's mom, had conceived the night she lost her virginity to Jake. Afraid that Jill might have the same 'luck', she made her daughter promise not to have sex until she was at least 18. To add flame to the fire, Jean made an appointment with the doctor three months prior to her 18th birthday so Jill could start birth control.
Jill said that she had fulfilled her promise, mentioning repeatedly how hard it had been, and that she and I were both of legal age. We both loved and respected them and we wanted to experience the same type of love they shared. She talked and talked about her the points she covered. Unfortunately, as she talked I was daydreaming about my shaft sinking into her tight pussy.
Needless to say, Jill was a master orator. She could win any debate she entered. True to form, by the end of her speech, both her parents cried and all three of them blubbered like idiots. By the time they reached the museum, Jake and Jean actually begged for details of her first night.
As they parked the car in the lot, her parents composed themselves and enjoyed spending time with their daughter. After four hours, the toll of walking, staring and listening as Jill described every minute detail of an artist's work became difficult to hide. Her parents forced their smiles and fought to create idle chit chat. After another grueling hour, Jill was satisfied that she critiqued every piece and only then realized how bored her parents were.
So, she quickly announced they should hurry to their hotel and get ready for dinner. Jean and Jake were overjoyed at the announcement but contained their excitement not to hurt Jill's feelings. As they exited the museum, Jill was both energized and euphoric. Art was Jill's natural high.
After they had checked into the hotel and made reservations for dinner with the concierge, the three followed their bellboy as he gave them a quick tour of their suite. Everything was beautiful. It was exactly as Jill had remembered.
After quickly unpacking, the three freshened up and were off to the five star restaurant on the main floor. The meal was delicious and everyone had too much to eat; so, they all decided to take a quick nap. Jill's parents rested on the king sized bed while Jill sprawled on the couch.
Jill was out as soon as her head hit the decorative pillow. As she slept, she reflected on the perfect day at the museum and the wonderful meal. Then, she began dreaming about the wonderful time she had with me the previous night.
She restlessly slept as one hand tweaked her braless nipples through her shear blouse to nearly inch long mini spears. As she tweaked these sexual marvels, little electric currents shot down to her pussy flooding her silk panties with her juices. Her other hand teased her clit. One finger held the hood up and exposed her nubbin; while another dipped into her dripping pussy and glided across her aching clit with its new wetness.
Apparently, she must have made some unusual sounds. When she awoke to the sensations of a powerful self induced orgasm, she saw her mother and father on the floor in front of her. Jean had Jake's nine inch cock that was just over two inches in diameter down her throat.
Jill was initially freaked by this bold act of her parents. That feeling quickly faded as she marveled at her parents' display. Jill was shocked her mother could deep throat that monster cock. She couldn't figure out how she got the head in her mouth; let alone the entire beast. Then she witnessed something truly horrifying.
Her father watched her as she strummed her kitty and when their eyes met, he grunted and came down Jean's throat. Jake thrust hard and surprised Jean with the change in rhythm and his violent ejaculation. Jean gagged. She withdrew the long dong and coughed puddles of cum on her husband desperately trying to avoid vomiting as she struggled for breath.
Jill bolted from the couch and retrieved several towels from the bathroom to help with the clean up. When she returned, Jean had recovered and had nearly cleaned the creamy mess as she licked the goo from her husband's stomach and chest. She saw Jill and purred, "Honey, never let a good load like that go to waste." She smiled at Jake and downed the last bit licking her lips seductively to burn the slutty image of her mother forever in Jill's memory.
"Well, that was interesting to say the least," Jill casually stated as she returned to the couch. As she sat, she felt the dampness of her wet panties. Her parents stared at the crouch of her slacks because the wet spot was clearly visible.
Jean asked, "Jill wouldn't you be more comfortable if you got out of those wet clothes." The hidden under tones raced through Jill's mind. She knew her mother wanted to suck her sweet pussy just has she had done early in the day. Jake obliviously lusted after his daughter. The question Jill had to answer for herself was "How far was she willing to go?"
"You two carry on while I go change," Jill said as she gracefully exited. She wanted time to process her options. She thought about calling me but doubted I would be home. As she undressed in the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Instead of her more common practice of criticizing her flaws, for the first time in her life, she saw herself as a beautiful woman.
Her small frame seemed to glow when she turned on the overhead lights. Although her breasts were small, her nipples were magnificent. She knew that one day her breasts would grow perhaps as large as the ample DD cups her mother possessed. As she had visions of pendulous breasts, she slowly massaged her little mounds and tweaked her sensitive nipples.
