We never made it to the bed. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and lifted her up and sat her plump little bottom on the dresser. Her tank top I pushed down off her shoulders, exposing those delicious tits and then I pushed her hands between her legs. Marilyn spread her legs wide, and I unzipped my pants and let them fall around my knees. She grabbed my cock and guided me inside, and I slammed my cock into her pussy as she shrieked happily. She tried to move her hands away, to grab me and pull me closer, but I forced them back down between us. “Make me come!” I demanded, and I forced her fingers to play with both herself and my cock, humping madly into her.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she moaned. Her pussy was making squishy farting noises and I rammed into it. Between her fingers on her clit and my cock sawing back and forth into her, Marilyn was shivering and shuddering in an almost continuous orgasm. I was the one holding us tightly together as I slamfucked that tight little pussy. I had my arms around her and my hands cupping her bottom gripping it feverishly as I pumped into her. Maybe I had rejuvenated some during dinner, but when I came, it felt like I was pumping a river of jism into her. Marilyn squealed happily when she felt me unload, and she wrapped her arms around me when I cut loose.
We were both panting at that point, and I stepped back and Marilyn climbed down off the dresser unsteadily. “That was pretty good,” she commented. “For our second time, maybe you can do better now that you’ve warmed up.”
“I’ll warm you up! I’ll warm up your bottom!” I replied with a growl. I grabbed her and gave her a couple of swats on the rear.
Marilyn laughed and headed into the bathroom. I pulled my pants back up and grabbed the TV remote, and crawled onto the bed, propping myself up with some pillows. When she came back, she was barefoot, but still wearing the denim skirt and tank top, though now worn normally, and not around her waist. She crawled onto the bed next to me and propped herself up on her own pillows. We watched television for a bit, until I noticed she had fallen asleep. I rearranged her on the bed, and kissed her on the forehead, and then covered her with the bedspread.
I woke up the next morning to an interesting feeling of warmth and wetness in my crotch, and when I cracked my eyes open and looked down my body, I found Marilyn looking back at me, with my cock in her mouth. “What a great way to wake up!” I commented.
“Come in my mouth, honey,” she replied, while jacking my cockshaft and licking me like a lollipop.
What a wonderful idea! I rearranged the pillows to I could watch, and lay back and luxuriated in the feel. Marilyn was naked, so she must have woken up before me, cleaned up and stripped down, and then managed to get my pants down without waking me. I must have really been sleeping! She concentrated on sucking my cockhead while jacking my shaft, and I happily filled her mouth about ten minutes later.
She slipped off into the bathroom, probably to brush her teeth, and I fell back asleep. I must have dozed another twenty minutes before waking up again. Marilyn now had on a bathrobe, and was sipping some coffee made from the mini-coffeemaker in the bathroom. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she said.
I stretched and said, “Good morning.” I glanced down and saw I was still naked from the waist down. “Boy, I bet I know what would be a great wake-up call!”
Her eyes twinkled and Marilyn answered, “You only get one wake-up call a day. Nobody gets two. Time to get up and face the world.”
I sat up and peeled off my shirt. “You sure about that? I missed that in the rules. Besides, I’m on vacation. I don’t have to face the world.” I lay back and spread my legs, exposing myself to her.
Marilyn wasn’t taking the bait. “Don’t you have people coming in?”
“Tusker and Tessa are coming from Baltimore, so figure an hour and a half to Harrisburg, another four hours to Binghamton, and two hours to get here. They won’t get here until late afternoon. Bradley is coming from Philly, so he’s not getting here until mid-afternoon, and Harlan and Anna Lee are flying into Syracuse at 1400. I haven’t got a thing to do until this afternoon.” I stroked my cock idly, willing it to life.
Marilyn noticed me, but kept teasing me. “Don’t you need to go run around and work out or something?”
“I have some better exercises in mind. Want to join me?”
“Yuck! I don’t want to get all sweaty!”
I jumped off the bed and grabbed her. As she giggled and laughed, I tossed her onto the bed and had my way with her, burning up quite a few calories in the process. We did manage to get sweaty, but I promised to help her clean up later. We took a shower together and didn’t get down to the restaurant until mid-morning.
After breakfast we walked around the hotel a bit, but the Sheraton isn’t actually in one of the prettier sections of the city, not that Utica is well known for its civic loveliness. There are some nice sections over on the Parkway, but the Sheraton is located smack dab in the heart of the business district, and there’s nothing around but office buildings and high rises and traffic too dangerous to cross even at the crosswalks. We just goofed off for a bit, did the shaving thing, talked about the wedding and the honeymoon, had lunch and a few beers, and simply waited around for our friends to show up. These were all on the groom’s side. Marilyn’s maid of honor and one of her bridesmaids were local girls, and Suzie was coming in with my family Friday morning.
It was about four in the afternoon before people started showing up. Marilyn and I had gone down to the bar and were nursing a few beers, figuring we’d catch some people as they came in the front door. From the bar you can get a good view of the lobby. Harlan and Anna Lee actually showed up first. They landed about quarter after two, took thirty minutes to get their luggage and rent their car, an hour to drive from Syracuse, and ten minutes to get lost and unlost on Genesee Street. I noticed them coming in and we went into the lobby to say hello. They were going to check in and unload their gear, and then come back down for drinks with us.
Joe Bradley showed up while the Buckminsters were still upstairs. He was traveling stag, which didn’t surprise me. He never chased women back at RPI, although he occasionally claimed a girl back in New Jersey. I never saw any pictures, though. Regardless, if he was gay, he was so far in the closet as to be undetectable. For certain, after living with him for three years, my gay-dar had never gone off even once.
The five of us were having beers at a table in the bar when Marilyn looked out into the lobby and said, “Oh my God!” She turned back to me with a look of mixed shock and awe. “It’s Tusker and Tessa!”
“What’s with you? You know he’s a bit nuts.” I figured it was Tusker’s appearance which made Marilyn’s eyes pop out. I stood up and turned around to see my friends. Tusker looked fine. It was Tessa who surprised us. “Holy Christ!” I exclaimed.
They had seen us in the lobby and waved and walked over towards the bar. Or at least Tusker walked. Tessa was waddling! She looked to be somewhere around ten or eleven months pregnant. She was grinning like crazy as she saw our shocked expressions. “I told him you’d be surprised!”
“Astonished, is more like it!” I replied. “You know, they have a pill to prevent things like this.”
“I told him you’d say that, too. The heck with you. Where’s the bathroom!?” she answered.
Marilyn and Anna Lee rushed around and the trio headed off towards the bathroom off the lobby. I introduced Tusker to Joe and Harlan, and we carried his gear over to the registration desk. It was the first time any of them had met anybody else in the group, although I had mentioned who was doing what to each of them. Tusker checked in and then waited for the women to return, and he and Tessa promised to come back down and join us in the bar.