Chapter 2

I walked out of Amy Ark’s room like I owned it. Looking back at her as I left, she was sprawled naked across the bed. When the door closed, behind me, I jumped up, kicking my heels together. I was now on the hunt for Frank. Finding him at the pool’s bar, looking at me approaching, said with a smile, “What happened? Where have you been?”

Smiling, I replied, “Who says something happened?”

“You have that shit-eating grin on your face. The last time I saw that face, you had just finger fucked Barbra Bendix on the sixteenth green. You made me smell your finger.” Frank said, laughing. “So, what the fuck?”

“How would you like to fuck a fortyish, little fuck machine?” I said like I was asking him to go to a movie.

“Yes! Yes, I would, but I think you’re full of shit. Start at the beginning.”

As we strolled from the pool to the lobby, I told him the story, I even made him smell my finger. This made us both laugh. Frank was impressed when I pointed out Mrs. Ark getting into her car at the valet.

“You must have been a bad lay if she’s sneaking out of here.” Frank teased.

“White cotton panties.”

Frank looked at me and said, “What?” As Amy drove away into the afternoon sun.

I looked at him and said, “Panties, white cotton panties, I told her that the next time I saw her, she was to be wearing nothing but white cotton panties. She doesn’t have any. I assume that is her quest.”

“Why white cotton panties?”

“I don’t know. She is used to getting her way so I tried a little domination towards her and she loved it. I want her in basic panties and nude. If she does this, we can use her all night. Or ... it might be that I saw your little sister in her panties and it turned me on.”

“Really? My little sister?”

“I want to lick your sister’s asshole ... right after your mom gushes her juices on my tongue,” I said, smiling.

“Yeah ... me too.” He replied. “So, what’s your plan?”

“I’m still working on it. You know ... we haven’t seen each other naked since we tried to fuck Barbra. Are you going to be cool with that?”

“Mikey, just keep your cock out of my ass and we’ll be good.”

I told him to meet me at the pool’s bar by seven and we would have a cocktail before we went up. All the bartenders knew us and the unwritten rule was that Frank and I could drink as long as we didn’t leave the property. I got there about six-forty-five and Frank was there with his usual double seven and seven in a highball glass. The bar was busy, and I had to stand, but he had my JD & Coke ready and handed it to me. “So?” He started, “What’s the plan, Stan?”

“I don’t have a plan per se.” I said, “Don’t say anything when we get up there. Just do what I tell you, and we’ll play it by ear.” Frank and I are almost the same height. When our hair is wet, I’m taller. When it is dry, Frank’s taller. My brown, military haircut wasn’t as poofy as Frank’s blond hair, which is longer and combed straight back. Our bodies are almost identical and though we haven’t measured our cocks, I estimate we are about the same size.

As we worked on our drinks and checked out the ladies around the pool. Using my cell phone, I called Amy’s room.

“Hello?” Amy answered.

“Are you wearing what I told you to wear?”

“Yes, Michael.” She cooed.

“Where is your husband?”

“He left an hour ago after a nap and something to eat. He said not to expect him till tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good,” I replied. I was recording this conversation because a woman accused one of the employees of sexual assault. He swore she invited him, but when hubby showed up, she tried to cover. So, for this reason, I try and get proof I’m on the up and up. “Do I have your permission to make a key to your room and let myself in?”

“Yes, Michael.”

“You are aware that we are going to pleasure ourselves with each other’s bodies?”

“Yes, Michael.” She whispered. “Please don’t make me wait. I need your cock.”

“Do not touch yourself.” I hung up the phone and looked at Frank. “Frank, you showered, didn’t you?”

“Fuck you, Mikey.”

“You ready for this?” I asked.

“Yes sir, always.”

After stopping by the front desk, I made a key to her room and a couple of minutes later, we were standing at the suite’s door, a food cart parked just outside. I looked at Frank and he nodded. I slid the keycard into the door and received a green light. I heard the lock slide. I opened the door. I entered first and found Amy standing in the middle of the main room, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties. I could see a growing wet spot between her legs. She stood at attention, flashing a toothy smile when she saw me.

Her smile turned to horror when Frank stepped in behind me. In one move, she covered her bare breasts with folded arms, crossed a knee, and turned a bit to hide her nakedness. “Lower your arms, stand tall.” I barked. She looked at me, then looked at Frank. “Amy, do what I told you to do,” I said with authority.

“Yes, Michael.” And she did as I had instructed. I motioned to Frank to stay put and I moved around behind Amy’s short stature. From behind, I reached around, cupping both her breasts with my hands. I bent my head and licked the side of her neck. Her nipples hardened in my palms.

I whispered in her ear, “Have you been touching yourself?”

“No, Michael, you told me not to. I wanted to, but you said no.”

“Is your pussy dripping, thinking about my hard cock? Thinking about what I’m going to do to you?” I continued to whisper in her ear, pinching her nipples.

Her head was back, her mouth open, “Yes, Michael, I’m aching for your cock, I want you inside of me.” Her head moved forward and she looked at Frank.

I licked her bare shoulder, nipping at it, blowing the saliva I left as my tongue trailed across her perfumed skin. I could see goosebumps rising on her arm as she sighed. My right hand slid down; my fingertips found the hem of her panties. Her breathing was becoming rapid. I whispered in Amy’s ear, “Do you want to see Frank’s hard cock?” And reached into her panties and rubbed her hairless clit with a finger.

She shuddered in my arms, and quietly whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes? Tell us out load what you want.” Frank rubbed the hardness in his jeans and took a couple of slow steps toward her. He was into it. We thought so much alike. I let a finger dip further down and slip into her oozing gash. “Tell us.”

“I want to see Frank?” she asked looking up at me ensuring she had the right name. I nodded. “I want to see Frank’s hard cock. I want to see your hard cock.” Her hand reached behind and found my growing lump.

“Go ahead Frank, show the lady what she wants to see.” I pushed my finger deeper into her and she moaned and leaned back into my chest.

“Yes Frank, show the lady what she wants to see,” Amy said, spreading her legs giving me more access to her flowing opening. She gasped again as my index and middle finger trapped her hard clit and massaged it.

Pulling his button-down shirt up and over his head, he tossed it on a nearby chair. Amy stared at him as he worked his belt. He pulled open the button of his jeans and took another step closer to Amy. He slowly pulled the zipper down, I whispered, “You are going to suck his hard cock. You are going to take him deep.”

“Yes, Michael.” She purred. “Whatever you want.” Frank got his zipper down, pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor, stepping out of them. His cock was now exposed, standing straight up, like all sixteen-year-old virgins, looking at a naked lady. Amy gasped as it came into view.

“Down on your knees,” I commanded, and she sank without hesitation. “Frank put your cock in her mouth.” Frank nervously stepped forward. Amy reached out and slipped her fingers around his shaking cock.

“Look, Michael, he’s leaking. Look at how much there is.” Like she had done to me earlier that day, Amy licked the precum flowing out of him. Frank’s legs were shaking. Amy put her lips around the head of his dick. Looking up into his eyes as he stared down at her. Amy reached up, palmed his ass cheeks, pulling him to her, his cock slid down her throat until his hairless balls slapped her chin.”

“Oh fuck!” Frank screamed out. Amy pushed his hips back, allowing him to withdraw to the head, and then sucked him back in. Amy went to work on him, her hands moving from his ass to his balls and legs. Frank could only stand there, looking down at his cock disappearing into this woman that was in the same age range as his mom. I quickly stripped down and stood next to Frank, our cocks in her face.

Amy took us into her hands and licked and sucked on us for a few minutes, pumping us, she even put our cocks together and tried to get both heads in her mouth. After a bit, I said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” And we helped Amy to her feet. I scooped her into my arms. “Frank, go lay on the bed. Amy is going to swallow your goo.” He almost fell trying to take his socks off, hopping on one foot, then the other. Smooth, I thought.

Frank was prone on the bed, his hands behind his head, hard cock resting on his belly. I set Amy on the bed and kissed her, letting our tongues dance. Breaking the kiss, I looked into her eyes and said, “Swallow his cum.” She kissed me and spun around on her hands and knees, her face, hovering over his dripping cock. She took him in her hand and licked the precum that had dripped on his stomach. She swallowed his cock whole and took him in and out of her throat.