But no other guests arrived.
After a while, Jeannie decided to have an early night.
She wanted to be up early and be well rested so she could get her work done and telephone Ronny for another fuck session at the apartment. When she got undressed, she noticed that the smooth inner slopes of her thighs were slippery with cum that had run down from her pussy. She scooped the jizz up and licked it from her hands, and it tasted so good that she decided to blow Ronny again the next day before they got down to some wild fucking.
Jeannie went to bed.
Carl and Marlene waited, hoping for another likely couple to check into the motel. Later, they got lucky again.
CHAPTER NINE
Carl and Marlene were getting impatient. They had so much enjoyed spying on those fabulous afternoon fuckers that they were keener than ever to watch another performance. But it was getting late now, and no likely prospects had arrived. A traveling salesman had taken a room alone, and an elderly couple on vacation had booked into a double. Neither were suitable material for the voyeurs.
The salesman might jack on his cock, but that would be boring after all that furious fucking of the daytime, and if the elderly couple still fucked at all, it was likely to be a creaking performance. They had not been assigned to the special room.
Carl and Marlene were thinking that they might have to have the carpenter bore holes in a couple other rooms. How frustrating it would be to make a mistake to give the room, through impatience, to a couple who did not perform, only to have some horny couple arrive soon after without a chance to watch them fuck!
Then a car drew up at the office.
Both Carl and Marlene peered out from behind the desk, hopefully.
"Aw, it's two girls," he said.
"Local license plates, though," Marlene noticed.
"Yeah, but still – two girls can't do anything."
"Can't they?"
Carl looked surprised.
"You think they might be lesbians?" he asked.
Marlene shrugged.
"I don't know," she said. "But it's possible. And it's getting late, Carl. We probably won't have anyone else tonight. I think it's worth taking a chance."
"Would you enjoy watching two dykes fuck?"
"Oh, yes," she said. She gave him a sly look and, knowing it would titillate him greatly. "I wouldn't mind letting a lesbian suck my cunt, even."
Carl's prick snapped to attention.
He sure hoped those girls were lesbians.
They both came into the reception area. They were both beautiful in contrasting styles. Carl had always figured that lesbians might be ugly women who could not get men to fuck and had to settle for homosexuality. If these two were dykes, there must be something in it, for they were gorgeous.
One was blonde. Her shoulder-length hair was shaded from ash to copper and her eyes were a smoky blue. She had a nice round set of tits and a tight ass and a dazzling smile.
The other had jet-black hair which she wore in a braid, like an Indian. She was taller and thinner than the blonde, but nicely curved, a willowy and soulful-looking girl. Her brown eyes were sleepy looking.
"Do you have a double?" the blonde inquired.
"Sure. Twin beds or…" Carl stammered.
"Oh, one bed will do," she said.
That was a good sign. But still, he was afraid to get his hopes up too high. Lots of women could sleep together without any hanky-panky. Girls were always kissing and cuddling and such.
They registered as Mrs. Martha Avery – the blonde – and Mrs. Samantha Kramer, the dark one. Carl's hopes sank. If they were both married, how could they be lesbians? Even if they were divorced or separated from their husbands, the very fact that they had been married seemed to prove they weren't dykes.
He hesitated about giving them the special room. He glanced at Marlene. Marlene had been studying the two women closely. Now she turned to Carl and gave him a wink and a nod. He booked them into the special room.
When they had left the registration desk, Marlene said: "I'm not sure – but I just have an idea they might be."
"But if they're married?"
"Why, darling – I'm married and, as I told you, I wouldn't mind letting a woman eat my pussy."
Carl's prick hummed like a tuning fork.
He sure hoped Marlene's intuition was right!
Martha and Samantha were both twenty-five years old. They had shared a room together at college, and, after a few weeks, hid begun sharing a bed in that room. Neither of them had ever had a lesbian affair before, nor did they think of themselves as lesbians, but they were both hot-cunted gals, and one night they had been talking about sexy things, and Samantha got a speculative look in her eye.
"You know, Martha we could suck each other's cunt if you wanted to," Samantha had said.
Martha had thought about it for a second and then smiled. "Why not?"
They had both enjoyed.
After that, they sucked each other's cunt regularly.
After they left school, both got married within the same month and for awhile their fucking was suspended. But they lived quite near each other in a fashionable suburb, and one day Samantha phoned and invited Martha over for coffee. They talked about the naughty things they had done at college.
"I kind of miss those times, to tell you the truth," Martha admitted, smiling shyly.
"So do I."
"I guess it wouldn't be right if we fucked now, though, huh? Being married women and all."
"Well – it wouldn't be like adultery," Samantha had reasoned. "It wouldn't really be cheating on our husbands."
"Do you think we should?"
"For old times' sake?"
And so they sucked each other off again!
After that, the two girls began meeting at least once a week, at one house or the other. They truly enjoyed the variety involved and were able to rationalize that it was the best thing for their husbands as well as for themselves. Sucking each other, they reasoned, was a good way to keep from fucking some other man.
This was the first time they'd gone to a motel together.
Fate had taken a hand in this. Both of their husbands happened to be out of town on business trips at the same time, and the girls decided it would add a novelty to their affair if they were to fuck somewhere other than one of their own homes.
So to the Shady Nook they came.
And Carl and Marlene got lucky again.
"Want to shower first?" Samantha asked. "Okay," said Martha, and she went into the bathroom.
Samantha began to undress.
Carl and Marlene held their breath and caressed each other's crotches as they observed. The dark girl had a truly lovely body, not as thin as she appeared in her clothing, with thrusting tits and a hairy cunt that looked like a dark forest at the base of her torso. Her pink cunt lips were parted and moist.
Martha came back from the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel.
Her skin glistened with beads of water. She tossed her head. When she dropped the towel, the two girls gazed at each other, exchanging a look that seemed most promising.
Samantha went into the bathroom then, and Martha stretched out on the big bed, her legs apart. She began to rub her pussy, using only the tips of her fingers as she strummed her golden cunt bush.
Carl and Marlene began to whimper in expectation.
Samantha returned to the room.
When she saw what Martha was doing, she smiled.