Chapter 6

They stepped out of the office and followed the covered walkway towards Room 12, avoiding the bright midday sun. Earl guided her, his hand on her back before smoothly descending to cup her firm ass. As he squeezed her bottom, Lila felt that familiar tingle between her legs, the one she believed was completely inappropriate due to the circumstances. She tried to block it out, to divert her thoughts elsewhere, but the vivid image of being fucked by these two men swirled relentlessly in her mind, making her nipples harden.

“Y’all gonna love this piece of ass, Hank,” Earl said over his shoulder. “This little slut’ll make you cum so hard, y’all think it’s that there rapture Pastor Tim keeps preachin’ ‘bout.”

The trio entered Lila’s room and Earl immediately kicked the door shut with his boot heel. The room felt smaller with the three of them inside, the air thick with tension and the lingering scent of sex from her earlier encounter with Joe. Hank’s eyes darted around nervously, taking in the unmade bed and the general squalor of the cheap motel room.

“Strip,” Earl commanded, his voice rough and uncompromising as he settled into the ratty chair that creaked under his weight. He began untying the laces of his grimy, scuffed work boots. “Both of ya,” he added, leaving no room for hesitation or defiance.

Lila’s hands trembled slightly as she lifted her sundress slowly over her head. The fabric caught momentarily on her boobs before sliding free, leaving her completely naked.

Hank stared at her bare body, taking in her full breasts and clean shaven pussy, his breathing becoming shallow and rapid. “J ... J ... Jesus,” he murmured, his hands fumbling with his belt buckle, fingers shaking with nervous excitement.

Earl had already begun unbuttoning his denim shirt, revealing a chest covered in coarse gray hair. “Hank here’s only fucked Rosie Palm and her five sisters,” he announced with a cruel laugh. “Figure ‘bout time he learnt what real pussy feels like.”

Hank’s face flushed crimson and he looked away from Lila, clearly ashamed, causing her to feel a pang of sympathy for the younger man. His lack of experience was glaringly apparent in the way he awkwardly and clumsily struggled to remove his clothes. As he stood there nude, he seemed unsure of what to do with his hands, which hung oddly at his sides. His erection jutting out confidently in front of him in stark contrast to the rest of his hesitant demeanor.

Earl continued to get undressed, shaking his head at Hank’s gawkiness. “Get on the bed, boy.”

Hank nodded nervously and scrambled onto the sagging mattress, his lanky frame ungraceful as he positioned himself on his back, his erection standing straight up like a flagpole.

“Go on,” Earl directed with a slight flick of the wrist towards Hank, “suck his cock.” He stood and stepped out of his pants, his own penis semi-erect against his thigh.

Lila approached the bed, her heart hammering in her chest. Despite her predicament, she couldn’t deny the wetness between her thighs. Why did her body keep betraying her like this? Was she just a cock-craving slut? She climbed onto the bed, the springs protesting beneath the added weight as she positioned herself between Hank’s splayed legs. She placed her hands on his trembling thighs, his skin hot beneath her touch, covered in a fine sheen of nervous sweat.

“Just relax,” she whispered, looking at him with what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Hank’s breath hitched as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, which twitched eagerly in her grasp, a trickle of precum leaking from the tip.

“Oh god,” he moaned as she leaned forward, her silky, honey-blonde hair cascading around his hips. Lila took him into her mouth, his taste sharp and salty. She began working her tongue around the head, swirling and teasing, before sliding her soft, full lips along his shaft, feeling every throbbing pulse of his member in her mouth.

Earl chuckled, moving to stand beside them, stroking himself lazily as he watched. “Don’t shoot your load too quick, boy. This ain’t a race.”

Hank’s eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent gasp of delirious ecstasy. “Oh, oh, oh,” he breathed, grasping handfuls of the rumpled bedsheets, trying his best to control his ejaculation, but in the end failing miserably. His hips bucked off the mattress, and with a strangled cry, he erupted into Lila’s mouth, his warm, salty sperm flooding across her tongue in urgent spurts.

“Goddammit, boy!” Earl barked, his face contorting with anger. “What did I just say?”

Lila pulled back, a string of saliva and semen connecting her lips to Hank’s wet cock. She swallowed the mouthful of cum and sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Hank was looking off to the side to avoid their faces as he struggled to catch his breath. “I’m ... I’m s ... s ... sorry,” he stammered, mortification evident in every syllable.

“Pathetic,” Earl spat, shaking his head as Hank lay there, panting and embarrassed, his face flushed bright red beneath his acne. “Can’t even last a minute with a real woman.”

Hank’s eyes shimmered with humiliation, and Lila couldn’t help but feel pity as she watched him. “It’s okay,” she whispered softly, her voice a gentle balm against the sting of the moment. She reached out tentatively, her hand lightly brushing against his leg, offering comfort through her touch. “It happens,” she reassured him.