The redhead sighed deeply and nodded. She let her arms fail to her sides.
Sheila turned off the water and opened the shower door. The girls dried themselves off and went into the other room. They lay down on the bed, facing each other.
Sheila spread open the redhead's thighs and immediately went to work, her lips and tongue hungry. She thrust her tongue into the greased hole, pulled the opening apart with her thumbs, nibbled on the juicy pussy lips, nabbed her nose against the dancing clit. She blew on the sensitive skin and watched it turn red. The redhead breathed deeply, thrusting her snatch into Sheila's face and rocking her hips. She arched her back and rubbed her titties against the blonde's flat belly.
Recovering, Carol pushed the blonde's thighs wide apart and thrust her face into the hot twat. Sheila stirred and giggled. The woman's hot breath was sending shivers up her spine. She felt an eager tongue slapping against her pussy lips and two fingers squeezing her clit until she went weak and popped, right into the redhead's mouth.
The blonde was stuffing the redhead's pussy with three fingers. She pumped the trembling tube and licked the girl's creamy ass hole. Her thumb swirled around the pink opening of her ass crack.
She blew on it and watched it getting wet. When Sheila thought the redhead was ready, she slammed her thumb into the creamy crack and pumped it quickly and steadily. The redhead spread her thighs wide, squealed, and dribbled thickly. Sheila drank the slit cream. More jism filled the redhead's tube. The blonde lapped up every drop with her tongue. She pumped the ass crack and pushed her mouth tightly against the honey tube. It bubbled up with honey water. The blonde drank and licked, until the redhead groaned deeply and relaxed for a moment.
"D'ya feel all right?" asked the blonde.
"Baby," breathed the raptured redhead, "nobody eats me like you do!" Then she took a deep breath and went to work on the blonde.
The redhead's tongue snaked out of her mouth and whacked Sheila's pussy lips. The blonde felt tingles climbing up her body. She squirmed into a more comfortable position and relaxed.
Carol buzzed her lips against the pink crack. The blonde trembled. She jammed her tongue deeply inside the pulsating slit. She pulled the pink gash apart with her fingers. The blonde slammed her snatch at the other girl. Carol nibbled on the pink honey lips, pumped the hole with her thumb, squeezed the hot clit, squeezed the pussy lips, jabbed the moist asshole with two fingers. The blonde popped.
Carol finger-fucked the blonde until she went crazy. The entire bed shook. The blonde buried her face into the pillows so that no one could hear her shrieks.
Carol got up suddenly and got her purse from the nightstand. When she turned and went back to the bed, she was carrying a long, thick dildo. Sheila eyed it in wonder and gasped.
Before she could respond, the blonde felt her legs being spread widely apart. Carol worked the pink pussy hole feverishly, causing it to lather thickly with honey. The blonde shot her load. Before she recovered from the orgasm, she felt her pussy hole being jammed with rubber cock. Her body jerked, twisting and jerking and straining on the bed. She grasped hold of the headboard of the bed and, squealing, tensed every muscle in her body, until they stood out in angry red knots.
Carol slid the foot-long dildo into the saturated honey slit, until it could go no farther. The blonde was moaning, her head lolling from side to side. Her breathing was deep and labored.
The redhead made the rubber cock jump in her hand. It slammed in and out of the blonde's swollen cunt with lingering strokes. When the dildo emerged, fresh quim juice splashed Carol in the face. Giggling, she stuck out her tongue and licked the juice that she could reach. But the hammering thrusts of the dildo did not cease.
The fake dick split open the walls of her tube and slammed in. Sheila moaned in agony. Her heart had been thrashing in her chest. She was popping thickly, every ten seconds or so.
Carol pumped it into her, never stopping or slowing down. The rubber meat rubbed against her clit, making her pop more and more. The walls of her tube steamed angrily. Sheila howled and made her body go as stiff as a board. She got off a thick stream of pussy jism that made her go berserk, pumping and slamming against the rubber pole until she groaned and fell, panting and writhing weakly on the bed.
Carol carefully and slowly removed the pussy coated rubber meat from the girl's spent gash. Reaching out and turning off the light, she lay down beside the exhausted blonde.
Soon they were fast asleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Carol wake up at ten o'clock in the morning. She yawned, stretched, and sat up slowly. Sheila was not in the room. Carol wondered if the blonde had already left. No. Her bags were still spread out on the dressing table. Carol threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. She reached for her clothing and put them on.
Sheila came out of the bathroom. The blonde had changed her clothes. She was wearing tight trousers and a laced, loose-fitting top. In her high-heeled, patent-leather shoes, the blonde looked at least six feet tall.
She smiled at the groggy redhead. "Morning, darling," she said brightly.
"Headin' back today?"
The blonde nodded. "I really should be leavin' today," she replied. "My sister's probably worried by now. I'm already two days late."
"That's a damned shame. We really cook together."
The blonde smiled. "I'll be back again to see ya one day," she promised.
Carol looked at her friend, trying to read her thoughts. "D'ya mean that, honey?"
"Of course I do. I have to drive through this town on my way home, don't I?"
"Ya certainly do!"
"All right, then." The blonde opened her purse and was searching for something. "Why don't we have breakfast together?"
"That sounds okay with me," replied Carol, "but I don't think I'm dressed for it." She looked down at herself.
The blonde smiled at the black bikini-top and the red hot pants. "We're about the same size," she said. "You can wear one of my outfits."
"D'ya mind?"
"Heavens, no." The blonde went through her bags and pulled out a short skirt and a tight, sleeveless sweater. "How's this?"
"Cute," smiled the redhead.
The girls sat in the hotel restaurant, eating their bacon and eggs.
"Ill never believe all the fun I've had here," said Sheila, sipping her coffee. "In just a few short days, I've had more lovin' than ten women."
The redhead just smiled.
Sheila shook her head. "Imagine… picked up, screwed in a strange man's hotel room, screwed by two of his friends, taken to an orgy, screwed again and again, taken to a bedroom, tied up, raped by a dozen men, then screwed by a band, taken for a hustler, screwed some more… and then screwed by you."
The girls laughed.
"We can have some more fun," suggested Carol, "once we go back upstairs."
"I'll buy that," agreed Sheila, smiling at her friend. "After all, there's no hurry. Not really. Just so I leave by tonight at the latest."
The redhead purred in delight.
Both girls went back to their meal.
"Still here, I see," said Neil, as he and Robbie sat down at their table.
"Where's Lou?" asked Sheila.
"Lou doesn't live here," explained Robbie. "We only see him two or three times a month, when he comes out here on business."
"Didja find much action at the Paradise?" asked Neil.
The girls looked at each other and laughed. "I guess they did," said Robbie, looking at his friend.
Neil shrugged. "I guess so. If they didn't, they'd both be unbearable this morning."
"Yeah," agreed Robbie. "One thing about women – ya can easily tell what happened the night before, just by readin' their faces."
"You missed out on a lot," said, Carol, looking at the two men.