"The jig's up," one of the men called. "Open the door and come out with your hands on top of your head."
"I'll have to let them in," Harry said, and walked over to the door. "I've got company," he said. "Give us a couple of minutes, okay?"
"Why not?" one of the men said. "But after two minutes, down comes the door."
Sharon went over to put on her dress, then remembered she still had Harry's cum on her breasts and belly.
"I've got to clean myself up a little," she said as she picked up her dress and bra. "Where's the bathroom?"
Harry was struggling into his pants. "Out that door and to your left," he said, nodding toward a door at the rear of the room. "Goddamn those bastards, anyhow."
Sharon, naked, opened the door, looked both ways to make sure there was no one in the hall, and then ran down to the bathroom. It took her only a few moments to sponge up the cum and get dressed. But she had forgotten to bring her handbag, and she had to comb her hair as best she could with her fingers. Not that the men would be likely to pay any attention, she reflected idly as she walked back to the room. Men usually were much too busy looking at the rest of her to notice a little thing like slightly disheveled hair.
She entered the room just as Harry opened the front door. Two young men and a very young girl walked in. One of the men was tall and slim with dark eyes and hair. The other was of average height with sun-whitened blond hair. Both men were very good-looking, and each of them carried two six-packs of beer. The girl was no older than fifteen, Sharon decided – a stunningly pretty girl with long auburn hair and gray-blue eyes. Her silk-jersey mini-dress barely came to the tops of her thighs, and her long, beautiful legs were sheathed in shimmering black nylon.
"Why aren't you bastards out fucking?" Harry said.
"Why aren't you?" the dark-haired man said, grinning. "We ran into Janie here, and decided to knock off for the day."
Then the men and the girl caught sight of Sharon.
"Boy!" the dark-haired man said. "Will you look at that!"
"So this is your company," the blond man said.
"Wow!" The girl looked at Sharon appraisingly, a tentative smile on her lips.
"Well, don't hang back, beautiful," the dark-haired man said. "Come on over where the action is."
Sharon smiled and walked over to join them. She was still very much annoyed to have been cheated out of a fuck, but there didn't seem to be much she could do about it. Not right at the moment, anyhow. But sooner or later, if she had her way, she was going to get some meat in her cunt. There were three men here, and only one other girl, and that meant there was more than enough prick to go around. And the girl was a little darling. Sucking her would be a delight, Sharon reflected, admiring the long, perfect legs. If she were lucky, she just might end up with all the prick and cunt she wanted.
"Fellas," Harry began, "this is Miss… Miss… uh, what's your name again, baby?"
"Sharon."
"Yeah, sure. Sharon. Sharon, this is Steve."
"You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little nervous, Sharon," the blond man said. "You're the first angel I ever met."
"And this is Tom," Harry said.
"Boy, are you gorgeous," the dark-haired man said. "Harry, how the hell did an ugly cuss like you ever come up with something like this?"
"And this is Janie," Harry said. "Janie, meet Sharon."
Janie glanced knowingly at Sharon's hair and winked. "Hi," she said, her eyes mischievous. "I sure hope we're not interrupting anything."
Harry laughed hollowly. "Why, of course not," he said. "Whatever gave you that impression?"
Everybody laughed.
"Janie here is too young to drink in bars," Steve said, smiling at Sharon. "So we figured we'd pick up some six-packs, and bring her over here."
"Well," Harry said, "no use us all just standing around like this. You fellas aiming to share that beer with Sharon and me, or aren't you?"
When they were all seated – Sharon and Harry on the side of the bed, Janie and Steve facing them on the couch in front of the double-deck bunk, and Tom on the cushion upon which Sharon had knelt while Harry fucked her mouth – each with a can of beer, Tom began to sniff the air.
"Man!" he said, inhaling deeply. "It sure smells sexy in here." He took another deep breath. "Or is it just me? Does anybody else notice it?"
"I noticed it the second we came in," Janie said, smiling at Harry. "What've you and Sharon been up to, Harry?"
"Nothing," Harry said. "We'd only just got here."
"Good," Janie said. "Then you've got something to look forward to."
"Man, that's some scent in here," Tom said, sniffing the air again. "You sure you and Sharon were behaving yourself, Harry?"
"I like it," Janie said. "In fact, I think it's very exciting," She moved closer to Steve. "It really puts you in the mood for something. Don't you think so, Steve?"
Steve put his arm around her. "I was already in the mood," he said, and raised his hand up beneath her arm to cup a breast.
"Why, Steve!" Janie said, snuggling closer to him. "What in the world do you think you're doing?"
"Just checking to see if you've grown any," Steve said.
"Well? Have I?"
"A little, I think," Steve said, kneading her breast in his big hand. "Yes, I think you have." He reached up with his other hand. "Just let me check this one, too."
"Isn't he awful?" Janie said, smiling at Sharon. "He just won't let my tits alone a second."
"Lucky girl," Sharon said, and took a sip of her beer. Things were going, very well indeed, she reflected; the little auburn-haired beauty was obviously eager to be fucked – almost as eager as she was herself. And those pretty legs! When Janie had sat down on the couch, her skirt had ridden up so high that Sharon could see the little black V between her legs, and Sharon had been stealing interested glances at it ever since.
Sharon had thought Janie would be wearing pantyhose with such an unusually brief skirt, but she wasn't. She was wearing the same kind of ultra-sheer, thigh-high black stockings that Sharon wore herself. And now, as Sharon studied Janie's V, she couldn't decide whether it was pussy hair or a black bikini. Janie's skirt cast just enough shadow to make it impossible to be sure.
She leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. "I have breasts, too, Harry," she whispered.
He put his arm around her, but that was all. "Take it easy," he muttered. "But I'm horny," she said. "Shh!"
"If they hadn't come in, you'd be fucking my cunt."
"You mean you want me to start fooling around with you? Right now, with everybody watching us?"
"Yes."
"Hell, I haven't got the balls. I never could do anything, with somebody else watching."
"Steve's playing with Janie's breasts, isn't he?"
"That's different."
She grasped his hand and put it on her thigh. "Feel me up, Harry," she whispered. "Fingerfuck me a little."
"I tell you I can't," he said, pulling his hand away. "I'm funny that way. I just can't do it, that's all."
Sharon sighed. "Why don't you sit up here on the bed with Harry and me, Tom?" she said to the dark-haired man sitting on the floor. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable?"
Tom got up. "Yes, I guess I would," he said, and sat down beside Sharon.
"Hey, what the hell?" Harry said. "You're my girl. Remember?"
"You're sure not acting like it," Sharon said, putting her lips close to his ear so that Tom couldn't hear. "I want to get fucked, Harry."
"Steve, stop!" Janie said, laughing as she pretended to try to tug his hands from her breasts. "You'll get my dress all wrinkled."
"Take it off," Steve said.
"But I don't have a thing under it!"
"So much the better."
"But then I'd be all naked." She looked over at Sharon with mock dismay. "Isn't he awful? Did you hear what he wants me to do?"