Stacey leaned over and bent down to gaze at Slocum’s manhood. She gripped his stalk gently, her eyes wide with wonder and admiration.
“Can I kiss it, John?” she asked.
“Just don’t bite,” he said.
Stacey snickered. Lacey squirmed as Slocum fondled one of her breasts. One finger rubbed a nipple and it grew in size.
Stacey took the crown of Slocum’s member into her mouth. Her tongue laved the slit and all around the throbbing head of his cock.
Slocum felt the swelling in his shaft as blood engorged it. The veins swelled into blue scrawls all along its length.
“Umm,” Stacey moaned as her tongue swabbed over the mushroomed warhead that began to seep precoital fluid. Then she began to suck Slocum’s cock, pulling the head into her mouth and sliding her mouth up and down his shaft.
Lacey reached over and pulled Stacey’s hair.
“Suck, suck, suck,” Lacey said.
Stacey spewed Slocum out of her mouth. Her eyes flashed.
“It tastes good,” Stacey said.
“I want you to fuck me, John,” Lacey said, pouting.
Slocum patted Stacey on the top of her head.
“Can’t do everything at once,” he said. “You’ll have to take turns.” He looked at Lacey.
“I want you inside me, John,” she said. “All of it, now that Stacey’s slobbered all over it.”
“Oh, Lacey, you little bitch,” Stacey said. “You always spoil everything.”
“I do not.”
“Now, now, girls,” Slocum said. “Don’t fight. Take turns. Lacey, you first. Stacey’s already had a small taste.”
“That’s right,” Lacey said. “I’m ready, John. Put that little doggie in my pussy.”
Stacey huffed, but she propped herself up on one elbow as Slocum rose above Lacey and lowered his hips to position himself for entry into her pussy.
Lacey reached out and guided him to the mossy portal of her sex. He pushed against her labia and she let go. He slid inside her, slow and easy as Stacey looked on in envy.
“Smooth,” Stacey said.
“Shut up, Stacey,” Lacey snapped.
Slocum slid up and down her steamy tunnel, and Lacey responded with hip movements of her own. She rose and fell beneath him as his strokes increased in speed. Then she cried out in little gasps of breath as her body quivered beneath him.
“He’s giving it to you, Lacey,” Stacey said.
“Ummff,” Lacey said as she thrust her hips upward, taking Slocum’s cock deep within the hot folds of her cunt.
Stacey inserted one of her fingers into her pussy and began to stroke back and forth, stimulating her clitoris with the tip. Her hips began to undulate in time with Slocum’s strokes. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened as she gazed at Slocum taking her sister on a wild sexual ride.
“Ummm,” Stacey intoned.
Lacey gasped with pleasure. Her arms enfolded a large portion of Slocum’s back, and she slid her hands to his neck, pulled on it to bring his head down close to her. She kissed him on the lips, and he felt her tongue stab into his mouth and wobble across the tip of his tongue.
Slocum took Lacey up to dizzying heights of pleasure. Her body bucked and rippled with spasms as she climaxed half a dozen times. She cried out each time she reached a climax, much to Stacey’s annoyance.
“Enough,” Stacey screeched. “Get off her, John. It’s my turn.”
“Sorry, Lacey,” he said. “Your sister is clamoring for attention.”
“Oh, oh, oh,” Lacey exclaimed. “Go to her, then. I’m floating, John. I’m floating on a cloud.”
Slocum withdrew from Lacey and sidled over to Stacey.
Stacey spread her legs and Slocum mounted her. He plunged into her without any need of guidance and Stacey shrieked with delight. He stroked up and down. Her body met his on every rise and fall of his hips. He kissed both breasts, and she clutched at him like a drowning woman.
If anything, Stacey was more eager and more active than Lacey. She thrashed and moaned with each deep penetration, and her fingernails clawed at his back, leaving red streaks that crisscrossed each other like a crude etching.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Stacey exclaimed. “Oh, John, it’s so good. So very, very good.”
Lacey just watched, out of breath and sated. But the excitement of watching Slocum fuck her sister glittered like sparkling diamonds in her eyes.
Stacey climaxed again and again. Each time was more savage than the last, and her legs bobbed up and down like a mad marionette’s. She screamed and cooed and clawed like a wildcat. It took all of Slocum’s resolve and mental control to keep from spewing his seed into her womb.
She became wetter inside with each climax, and Slocum felt his blood surge into his member, swelling it to enormous proportions. He felt her excitement, and his own pleasure mounted with each stroke, each shattering orgasm that ripped through her loins.
“I’m coming again,” Stacey moaned in breathy excitement. “Give it to me, John. Shoot your milk into me. Quick, quick. I want it.”
Slocum let himself surrender to Stacey’s wild passion.
He sped up his strokes as she clutched him tightly to her breasts. He felt the blood swell in his cock and the jolt of electricity in every fiber of his body. Then he felt that rush of pure pleasure as his seed exploded from his sac and erupted through his penis. He shot into her and Stacey screamed low in her throat as his warm sperm splashed into the deepest recesses of her pussy.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she exclaimed.
Slocum floated on a sky filled with brilliant stars and exploding fireworks as he climaxed and spurted his seed into her warm and brothy cavern. He spurted his last, and his diminishing member oozed from her like a dying grub worm.
He lay between the two girls, breathing hard, still enraptured from the dizzying heights of his own orgasm.
Lacey rubbed a hand over his belly.
Stacey entangled her fingers in his long hair.
“That was the best I ever had,” Stacey said.
“Don’t brag, Stacey,” Lacey said.
“I’m full. I feel full. And completed,” Stacey said.
“Well, you’ve used John up, sis,” Lacey said.
“Oh, he’ll come back, won’t you, John?”
He panted his answer.
“In a while maybe.”
It was then that he heard footsteps in the hallway. The tromp of boots on thin carpeting.
“Somebody’s coming,” Lacey whispered and shrank into a mummy of a woman, her hands across her breasts, her legs closed tight together.
Stacey took her fingers from Slocum’s hair.
He slid over Lacey and stood up. He reached down and jerked his pistol from its holster.
“What are you going to do, John?” Stacey asked, suddenly afraid.
“Keep quiet,” he said. “Both of you.”
A thousand thoughts crossed his mind. He tried to count the number of footfalls in order to discern the number of men.
Was it a hotel guest returning to his room or a couple of killers coming to shoot him down?
All he could do now was wait, either for a knock on his door or the sound of a boot kicking it in.
But there was neither.
Instead, Slocum heard the scrape of metal as a key was inserted into his lock.
Slocum cocked his pistol and strode to the dimmest part of the room. He hugged a shadow there, knowing that he still stuck out like a sore thumb.
The lock made a click.
Then he heard and saw the doorknob slowly turn.
A lifetime flitted by in those brief seconds. Both women huddled together on the bed, clasping each other tight, their eyes shadowy and wide with fear.
Then the door slowly opened.
Slocum raised his pistol and sighted down the barrel.