We awaken, starving in a reeking hotel room.
We order room service. While we wait we debate getting cleaned up, but we haven't recovered and lay torpid in the beds. When we hear the knock I slide on some boxers and head to the door. We have ordered far too much of it, a decadent buffet that requires two carts to be delivered by a handsome pair of workers, a pretty blonde and an awestruck boy. They smile knowingly as they head into the room, which is still awash in the smell of sex. We are laying around making halfhearted attempts at modesty. I overtip the staff ridiculously and they depart, smiling, telling us to ring them specifically if we need further assistance.
Carl, Julie and I start uncovering and reviewing everything we've ordered. You complain that you're too tired to eat, so Carl starts bringing food over to you. He's popping sliced peaches into your mouth, faster than you can eat them. You moan, enjoying the sticky fluid dribbling down your chin and neck and the sweet peaches in your mouth. As you struggle with the huge mouthful, Carl begins sliding peach slices over your neck and breasts. He has suddenly lost interest in feeding you, entertaining himself by making your skin glisten. I come over and begin feeding you vegetables dipped in a Thai peanut sauce, and start dribbling sauce on your belly, rubbing it in with my fingers.
Julie pulls the sheet all the way off of you to join the game. She lifts your knees and dribbles honey on your thighs, watching its slow progress toward your waiting pussy. She takes a piece of peach from Carl, who is now starting to lick up the juice from your breasts, following the rivulets of juice around the sides and under your arms. She slides the peach around your pussy, which responds involuntarily. She takes the marinated peach and pops it into her mouth, grabbing another slice from the bowl. She slides it over your thighs, through the honey that has pooled at the sides of your crotch, and pushes it through the folds of your vulva, arriving on your clit. you enjoy the feeling of the peach slice sliding around your sensitive areas and moan with pleasure. As Julie moves her head down to suck the peach into her mouth without using her hands, I return from the food table with the melted butter from the shrimp plate. I begin to dribble it over your breasts and any place that hasn't received enough attention.
Carl's erection is now raging as he kneels next to you, and he starts moving into position by your mouth. I stop him and start pouring the butter on his dick. It's just falling off and dripping onto your neck so I take his erection in my hand and smear the melted butter all around it and over his balls. He doesn't look at me but his cock and balls twitch in response as you look on, amused. He gets within range and you begin cleaning off the melted butter, swirling his cock in your mouth, licking down the shaft, taking his nuts in your mouth.
I straddle your belly and lay my dick between your beautiful breasts. Starting under your arms, my hands slide up the sides of your breasts and press them together over my throbbing member. I begin to slide back and forth, feeling the peanut sauce on my ass and the melted butter everywhere else. My cock responds dramatically, straining to reach your pretty ear and throat which your hair has fallen back to reveal. As I slide between those fantastic breasts I watch you working Carl's cock over, seeing what you do with your hand, your tongue, your teeth.
Julie is enjoying the complex medley of tastes at your throbbing pussy -- honey, peach juice, girl juice and come from two boys -- and she's pushing your legs wide and high so she can dip her tongue into your leaking twat. she pushes two fingers in and hooks them upward, pressing against your g-spot as you squirm under her tongue.
Carl, watching this, is thrusting involuntarily. You release the head of his dick with a wet pop and begin just using your hand, alternately palming the glans and jacking the shaft. I start thrusting more violently and quickly, pulling on your nipples and letting them pop out of my fingers in their buttery slickness, then taking them again. He clearly approaches his climax as I do, and I watch you take his head into your mouth at the last second and his muscles pump come visibly into your mouth. The amount, and force, is considerable, and as he pulls back I can see you try to manage the mighty mouthful. That's all I can take and I rise up and move forward. You take my dick in your mouth as best you can as I add my jism to his. But the position is awkward and I am coming spastically, popping out of your mouth and spraying your face, neck, and chin.
Meanwhile Julie is riding you out as you squirm violently. She's pushing her little fingers into you as deeply as she can. She is clamped onto your clit, swirling her tongue around it, and you are barely hanging on. Julie starts pressing against that special spot inside you -- hard -- and pulling your distended clitoris into her mouth. You explode at last, a great rippling shudder from head to foot.
We help you into the bathroom, where we have started a warm soapy bath for you in the giant tub in the hotel bathroom. As you lie back enjoying the fragrant bath, Carl takes a quick shower in the stand-up shower with which the room is also equipped. After he emerges, comically modest given the circumstances, I head in to see to the butter, peanut sauce, honey, peach juice, sweat and come that have made most of my body sticky.
Julie creeps in soon afterward to join me, and soon you are listening to muffled moans and discreet sighs over the noise of the shower. As the bathroom fills with a sweet-smelling, sleepy steam, you languidly kick on the warm water and switch it to the handheld massaging shower head attached to the side of the tub. You adjust the settings and the angle and enjoy delightful pulsations under the bubbles in the bath. The noises from the shower increase in passion, and after a moment all is quiet.
