Chapter 3

Carol was silent as she stared at her son-in-law. His request had caught her by surprise; she had not been prepared for the sort of thing that he asked of her. And she had very little choice; if she objected it could cause serious problems just as he and Kit were leaving on their honeymoon...

Jack looked up from the bar at the lovely woman who was his wife's mother. "You're not very responsive, Carol. I had hoped you wouldn't object--you have to understand that I'm asking you to do it only because it is sort of an emergency. The girls that I usually use for this kind of thing are not available tonight for one reason or another. Hell, I hired a girl permanently a couple of days ago to take care of my customers but she's already booked up for tonight. These two just came in unexpectedly and I didn't have a chance to make any plans. But they represent an outfit that builds apartments in six states and I can't afford to lose their business. Carol, darling, l don't like to ask you, but l just don't have any alternative. I want you to understand that..."

Carol sighed; she knew that he knew that she could not refuse. It was this, as much as anything that she resented. "Jack, I... well, I want to be cooperative, but I'm not used to things like this. What... I mean, what exactly would they expect?"

Jack laughed in a way that seemed almost humorless as he searched beneath the bar for ice. "Damn, I thought sure we had ice... Well, hell... sometimes you're more naive than Kit. They expect sex, of course. I don't know their detailed preferences, but your abilities should be varied enough to handle the situation. They may not want anything but straight fucking. I'm sorry I haven't got another girl to send with you, but that's the way it is. I don't feel like asking Kit to go, right before we start our honeymoon. I'm sure you can understand that..."

Carol found herself increasingly shocked at his casual manner. It had never occurred to her that he would ask such a thing even of her. Now he had implied that only special circumstances prevented him from considering his wife for such a task. Damn, she had known Jack was pretty far out in his sexual thinking, but this was more than she had bargained for... Had she made a mistake when she had conceived this whole plan, this arrangement under which she as well as Kit was available physically to this man? Certainly she had never dreamed that he would consider his privileges transferable to his business customers...

But the issue was never really in doubt, and they both knew it. Jack smiled confidently as he tossed off the rest of his drink and picked up a little pad from a shelf behind the apartment's tiny bar. He scribbled on the paper for a moment, then tore off a sheet and held it toward Carol. "Better take this so there won't be any foul-up. And don't be late; you've got less than an hour..."

Carol's mind was still angry and confused as she spotted the motel two blocks ahead. She slowed the new Thunderbird in an unconscious effort to delay her arrival as much as possible and was rewarded by an impatient horn blast behind her. But she was not even aware of the other driver; her thoughts were focused grimly on her present situation and the larger implications that it brought up. It was probably true that Jack would not have asked this of her under normal circumstances, at least not quite this soon, but the whole thing made his basic outlook uncomfortably clear. Carol's desire for Jack and Kit's marriage, so strong a few weeks ago, now began to seem like a possibly monumental miscalculation. And yet she could not afford to question the whole situation so soon... Besides, maybe this was an exception...

Carol was startled by the realization that she had already entered the motel grounds. She stared dumbly at the crowd of children at one of the motel's two pools, then turned her face away from the noisy group with the realization that it would be best not to be recognized. She drove past the pool into an area that was growing dark in the gathering dusk and stopped the car to fish nervously in her purse for the slip of paper Jack had given her. She found it and looked at the number on it, then up at the nearest room number.

Carol let out a little startled cry as the ground's lighting system came on and destroyed the slight sense of privacy she had felt in the gloom. She lurched the car forward as she tried to decipher the room numbering system...

Carol crossed her legs and watched the men's eyes go to the flesh of her thighs, which was shown to advantage by her miniskirt. The subject of their interest was obvious, but at least they were younger and less unattractive than the mental image she had had... And they seemed to be pleased by her appearance.

The youngest, a man apparently under forty and with only a hint of a paunch, spoke in a voice that was obviously intended to put their pretty visitor at ease. "Well Carol, I'm glad it worked out this way. I... well, I have to say that I wasn't too happy when Jack told me he was sending his mother-in-law, but I had no idea that his wife had such a lovely mother. Jack's wife must be awfully young..."

The other man, who seemed to be about fifty and had lost most of his hair, laughed a little too loudly. "Yeah, she probably is pretty young." He grinned at the younger man. "We'll probably get to find out sooner or later; Ames hinted that he'd have sent her this time except they were leaving on their honeymoon. How 'bout that? We'll probably get to fuck his wife later on. And right now his mother-in-law, of all people, looks like a pretty good piece of ass to me..."

Carol sucked in a sharp breath as the import of their words hit her. Not only were the men as crude as she had first feared, but Jack's unwarranted frankness with them held grim implications for the future...

"... hear me, baby? I asked you if your daughter is a good fuck. I bet she is if she's got a body like yours. Say does Jack fuck you too? I bet he does, from the way he talked. What about it, honey?"

Carol looked blankly at the men, appalled by their unnecessary vulgarity. Damn them, they didn't have to talk this way...

But even the younger man's conversation was suddenly lewd. "Hey, Charley--you know what? I bet we could have a party and fuck both of 'em at once. Mother and daughter at the same time-- on the same bed so everybody can watch everybody fuck. How 'bout that? You ever done anything like that?"

The older man grinned as his eyes stayed on Carol's legs. "Yeah, a long time ago. Stayed in a hotel in Miami where this maid sneaked her daughter in for the men. Only charged five bucks, and the two of 'em would do anything you wanted. Used to have one suck my prick while the other stuck her tongue up my ass... then I'd fuck one and have the other one suck my come out of her pussy." He paused and seemed to consider. "Course a dollar was worth something in those days..."

The younger man laughed. "Yeah, prices have gone up quite a bit since World War One. But, what the hell--this fucking won't cost us a thing." Then he turned back to Carol. "Hey, baby, you never did answer the question. Does Jack fuck you?"

Carol stared at him as she tried to keep her feelings from showing. She was mad, but Jack was the real culprit, and it would only make things worse to antagonize these men. "Let's not worry about other people; let's just think about what we're going to do. What do you boys like?"

Neither man pressed the question. The older man, who seemed to be his companion's superior, chuckled as his eyes continued to rove over Carol's figure. He seldom looked at her face. "Well now, honey, we're not too particular. We do like variety. What you got to offer?"

Carol made herself continue the preposterous conversation as the thought struck her that this was probably the standard whore-- -customer routine. Well, why not? There was no other way to accurately classify her function here... and for that matter maybe she had really made a whore out of herself when she made the deal with Jack in the first place. Certainly he seemed to see it in that light...

The younger man seemed displeased. "Carol, you got a hell of a habit of ignoring somebody when they talk to you. Charley asked you a question, and you just sit there."

"Sorry. I... my mind's kind of wandering, I guess. This is the first time I... I've done anything like this, and I'm a little nervous."

The older man spoke. "Yeah, I think that's the truth, Andy. Don't bitch at her; I think Carol's gonna be real sweet to us. That right, honey?"

"That's right. You won't have any complaints." Carol had suddenly decided to cooperate fully and get this distasteful episode over as quickly as possible. Then she would have a chance to reevaluate the whole situation, but in the meantime she could not afford to make any hasty decisions. And, since it had to be done, she might as well make it as pleasant as possible for the men and herself. It had been a long time since she had dealt with two men at once...

Carol decided to get the activities underway. "Well, boys, maybe you'd like to see what Jack's giving you. Would you like me to undress?" Both men grinned. "Hell yes. I'm ready to fuck. Let's get this show on the road." The younger man turned to his associate. "How you want to work it, Charley? You want me to go in the other room to start with?"

The older man seemed disgusted. "Not unless you're bashful about the way you fuck. I'm sure as hell not. Let's have the little lady undress and play with us a little, then we'll decide what to do. My problem is that I'm at the stage where I can't usually come but once a night, so I don't wanna waste it. At your age you oughta be good for three comes, anyway."

The other man grinned. "Usually. Except with my wife. You know, it's a funny thing--Barbara can get me hot the first time as quick as any female in the country, but I've got to where I can hardly even fuck her twice. But when I've got a broad like Carol, I can usually screw her three times, and maybe more. It's hard to figure--I guess it's just that a man gets so used to his wife. Hell, I hope I don't get to where I have trouble fuckin' her the first time..."

Charley smiled faintly, but he seemed to have little real interest in his companion's marital situation. His eyes were still locked on Carol, and now he beckoned to her. "Come on, baby--let's see what you got. I can already see it's gonna be good..."

Carol felt a slight sense of relief as she stood up and prepared to undress for the men. She did not want to expose her body to them, but since it had to be done there was a certain secondary satisfaction in the activity involved. It seemed easier than just sitting there subject to their lewd looks and remarks...

Carol wore a smart, low cut minisheath. She pivoted to let them see her back and bottom, then reached behind herself to pull the dress' zipper while her back was to them. She heard a mild exclamation from one of them as the plunging "V" of her bare skin revealed by the opening fastener showed that she had bothered with neither bra nor panties.

"Hot Damn! I thought from the way her tits wiggled she didn't have on no bra. You know, I made Barbara go to a dance without a bra awhile back, but nothing much happened. I guess her tits are a little too small to bounce the way Carol's do under her dress. Turn around, honey, and let's have a squint at those books..."

Carol worked the dress off her shoulders as she pivoted. She could not help but be pleased at the obvious impact of her nude breasts on the two men as she faced them squarely. "There they are, boys. I hope you like them--sometimes I worry that they're too big..."

As she teased them Carol brought her hands up to cup the heavy mounds. She began to fondle and knead the firm flesh as she watched the men's reaction. Finally her fingers moved to her pink nipples and quickly completed their arousal; in a minute the little buds were erect and sensitive even to her gentle touch. "There--my nipples are hard. Can you tell from there? It's a shame that a girl has to play with her own tits to get her nipples hard. But I guess some men just aren't interested in a girl's books..."

Charley grinned at Carol's teasing. "Yeah, you are havin' a hard time, sweetheart. Tell you what--suppose you march that little ass of yours over here and we'll see what we can do. Maybe we can help you a little."

Carol pretended to hesitate, then she walked slowly to the couch on which they both sat. She moved in between the couch and the coffee table which was now covered with glasses and beer cans and came to a halt between the two men. Her hands were still on her breasts, and she rubbed her hard nipples again and then once more cupped the heavy mounds in her palms and held them out toward the men.

"Here--I've done all I can with them. It's up to you now to make them feel better..."

The men seemed willing to accept their responsibility. Each took a breast and began to fondle it with eager hands. Their eagerness was, in fact, a little too pronounced. "Oh! Boys... be gentle. Don't maul them. Titties should be handled gently. There... that's better. Oh, that feels good. Do you like my boobies?"

Carol got no verbal answer; both men had been seized with a simultaneous desire to sample her breasts orally. The sight of the beautiful, mature woman standing before the two seated men while they sucked her nipples like hungry infants might have had humorous overtones to a disinterested spectator, but these three people involved were far from disinterested. The libido of all concerned was responding wildly to the sensual situation...

Carol was no less affected than the men. She closed her eyes and rolled her pretty blonde head back while her hands went to the heads of the men to press their working mouths even more firmly to her sensitive bosom. "Oh, God... that feels good. I like to have my tits sucked--and it's good to have them both sucked at once..."

But the men, enthralled as they were by the lush bosom, had other things in mind. The older man was the first to draw his face away from Carol's wet breast. "Okay, Carol, we've worked on you--now you work on us. Drop down here between us and get our pricks out. We'll show you what we're gonna give you."

Carol was more than willing. She had accomplished the considerable task of putting all of her doubts and fears out of her mind for the time being, and this left the pleasant subject of physical gratification as her only current concern.

And the sex organs of the two men were vital to the gratification. Carol's eyes were wide with expectation as she sank to her knees between the men and reached for the interesting bulges which were visible in the trousers of each. Her soft fingers closed on the bulges and she found herself pleased by the conditions that the bulges represented.

"Oh gee! I think you both have lovely pricks. They feel so nice--they're hard already, and I haven't even got them out yet. But I will..."

The aroused woman quickly pulled the zippers on the men's trousers. Then, as she kneeled between them, her hands went into their clothes and found both organs of pleasure. She grasped them firmly and began to squeeze and pump them without bringing them out of the trousers.

It quickly became apparent to Carol that her initial impression of their arousal was not entirely correct. To her surprise she found that the penis of the younger man, though large, was still fairly soft. Finally she brought both organs out into view as her hands continued to fondle them.

"They are nice. Charley, you're already hard enough to fuck me. Andy, honey, I'll have to give you a little something extra..."

The significance of her remark did not escape the older man and he suddenly looked over at his companion's organ as Carol's hand continued to caress it. "What the hell, Andy, is the old man gettin' ahead of you? Hell, I got twenty years on you and a pretty girl can still get me hard quicker than you." The man rocked in laughter. "Hell boy, maybe you need a little help with Barbara."

The younger man grinned weakly as Carol continued to masturbate both of them. "Don't worry about it, Andy. I can take care of the home front. For that matter, I can take care of Carol, too. Want to put a little money on how many times each of us can come?"

Charley's laughter subsided gradually. "I guess not--I know my limits. But looks like I do get worked up faster than you do..."

Carol took over in an effort to keep the situation on an even keel. "You did get hard a little faster, Charley, but Andy has about caught up. The fact is both of you have lovely pricks. Either one of you can be proud of it. I don't imagine your wives ever complain...

"No, not usually. Carol baby, suck it a little. I want you to suck my prick a little, then we'll undress. I guess to keep it even you ought to suck Andy's a little, too--if it's hard enough, that is..."

The younger man laughed, secure now in the knowledge that his organ was erect, and was likely to remain that way much longer than the older man's. But he had no objection to the suggestion...

"Suits me. Go on, baby. Take his prick first. Age before beauty, and all that..."

Carol found herself curiously willing to proceed. This was without doubt the lewdest thing she had ever done--nude to the waist, she knelt between two men whom she barely knew as she fondled their organs preparatory to taking them in leer mouth-- but she was herself aroused and surprisingly eager to comply with their demands...

"Alright, boys. I... I don't mind sucking your pricks. I've never done it before--not like this, I mean--but I don't really mind. I bet your pricks taste good..." Carol's voice trailed off as she leaned toward the older man with her eyes on the tip of his erect penis above the grasp of her white hand. She slowed her hand's pumping motion and stared at the clear liquid that she had caused to come out of the little orifice in his penis...

Then her face was at the hard organ and she turned slightly to rub it on one soft cheek. She faced it squarely again and kissed it lightly with warm but closed lips. After a moment her mouth opened to reveal a pink, wet tongue which first licked her own lips and then flicked out to make contact with the man's penis.

The contact made both people quiver. Carol closed her eyes as she took the organ deeper into her warm mouth and began to suck gently on it. The man groaned in pleasure as he also closed his eyes and rolled his head back against the couch. Carol's working mouth began to make little wet noises as she sucked...