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 An Innocent Mistake



   "Have you been on the pill long enough?" Sheila asked.

   "As of today," Lisa answered, "we can, any time we want."

   "That's too weird." Sheila smiled, pushing aside her long brown hair. 
"We're always in sync, aren't we?  I stopped a month ago!"

   "So..." Lisa leaned forward.  "Are you trying then?"

   "Maybe..." Sheila giggled.  "We can, you know, any time we want."

   "Oh my God, that's so exciting!" Lisa held Greta's hands.  "I hope Paul
isn't anything like Larry," she grinned.  " Larry won't stop pawing me. 
All he does is talk about sex."

   "Maybe we should have a party tonight, you know?  - a sex party?"

   "Oh God," Lisa demurred.  "You know I'm not like that.  I'm not like you
and Paul.  I could never do things like that.  You're the only one I even
talk to about this stuff."

   "Oh..." Lisa smiled.  "There they are."

   Two men walked into the hotel lobby, shaking snow off their parkas. 
Paul looked glum.  He rubbed the snow out of his short blonde hair.  "The
road's closed," he said.  "They're not letting anybody go through.  We have
to stay here or head back."

   "Do they have a room?" Larry asked, shaking the snow off his glasses.

   "They have one room," Sheila answered.

   "Ah," both men answered together.

   "Two twin beds," Lisa added.  "They're holding it for us, but we have to
decide now."

   Larry and Paul glanced at each other.  They shrugged.  "Why not?"

   Lisa and Sheila went to the check-in counter and paid for the room. 
Paul glanced at Sheila.  "Come on," he said.  "We'll get the car and bring
it to the room.  Lisa and Larry can pick up some ice and drinks..."

   The first place Lisa went, once inside their room, was to the bathroom.
Larry lingered in the bathroom doorway.  "Are you serious?  We have to
share a room?"

   "You can stand to go another night," Lisa answered.  She stood, lowered
her skirt and pulled up her tights.  She leaned forward against the
bathroom counter to check her makeup.  She heard Larry moan.  He moved
behind her and pushed his crotch against her ass.

   "Fuck," he licked her ear.  "I don't want to go another night.  I want
to feel your pussy on my cock, baby."

   Lisa moaned and pushed her ass back against him, feeling his cock.  She
put her hands against the mirror, smiling at him."Fuck me, baby.  Quick!  I
want your cum inside me!" Larry pulled her tights down and lifted her
skirt. "Quick!" she breathed.

   But just as he lowered his zipper, he heard the key card.  "Fuck!" he
hissed.

   Lisa pushed him away and straightened her skirt.  Larry stiffly opened
the door.

   "Did you find out about drinks?" Paul asked, pulling in their backpacks.
Sheila followed with Lisa and Larry's bags.

   "No," Larry smiled.  "We were just leaving..." Larry took the extra card
key from Paul.  "We'll be right back."

   Larry and Lisa left.  The door closed.  Paul shook his head.  "Just
figures don't it?"

   Sheila bent over her backpack, getting out some lighter clothes. 
"What's that, hon?"

   Paul walked over to her and grabbed her waist.  "Christ, when you bend
over like that..." He pushed his hardening cock against her ass.  "You
little vixen.  You know exactly what you do to me."

   "I have no idea," Sheila straightened and leaned back against him.  His
hands ran up to her breasts.  She moaned when he pinched her nipples
through her shirt.  "Tonight, baby," he whispered fiercely in her ear. 
"Tonight..."

   Sheila arched her back and moaned.  "I need it..."

   "God, you turn me on!  I can't wait till tonight!" Paul turned her
against the foot of the first bed, bending her over, her hands on the
mattress, her knees braced against the bottom edge.  Sheila heard him undo
his belt buckle and zipper.  She wanted to say no.  She was nervous.  She
felt him yank down her pants just enough to expose her pussy.  "Hon, just
wait til tonight!" But her breathlessness betrayed her.  "Huh!" She groaned
her consent with one well-placed thrust.  "Do it!" she gasped, parting her
legs to accommodate the thickness lodged between them.  Then she heard the
key card.  Sheila jumped forward and yanked up her pants.  Paul cursed
under his breath.

   "Hello?" It was Lisa.  "We found the bar.  Larry is getting us some
drinks."

   Sheila and Paul caught their breath.  "

   "Are you ok?" Lisa asked.  "Did I interrupt something?"

   Sheila felt flushed.  All she could feel was the emptiness between her
legs.  "No," she answered.  "We were just changing..."

   "Oh."

   "We don't need to," Sheila quickly added.  "Let's just go."

   The three left the room and met Larry at the bar.  With nothing to do
and nowhere to go, they kept an open tab.  Larry and Paul played pool,
Sheila and Lisa talked and watched at first.  They they played.  As they
drank more, Paul and Larry brushed their women's bodies more and more
openly.  When it was Sheila's turn at the table, Larry moved next to Lisa.
She was standing with then wall behind her.  Nobody could see what Larry
did and he didn't care.  His hand moved behind her, lifting up her skirt.
When Lisa exhaled and arched her back he pushed the tip of his fingers
inside her.  She moaned quietly and her eyes fluttered.  Sheila stood.  It
was Lisa's turn at the table.

   Larry watched her hips.  They moved like the hips of an aroused woman, a
woman whose lips are swollen and slippery.  When she bent to take her turn,
she arched her back and widened her legs.  Larry stared as her skirt rode
up the backs of her slender thighs.  He took a long swig of beer.

   After it was her turn Larry knew what he wanted to do.  As soon as she
was ready, he would follow her into the bathroom.  Maybe Paul and Sheila
would see them go together.  He didn't care.  If there was a counter top he
would fuck her on it.  She could wait to pee.  He would open her legs and
pump his cum into her.  Fast.  It wouldn't take long.  She needed her belly
full of cum.

   The game ended and Lisa tugged at Sheila.  Larry groaned.  Fuck.  He
turned to Paul.  "Why do women always go together?"

   The couple had a last game and drink before they stumbled drunkenly back
to their rooms.  Lisa threw up.  Sheila cleaned the bathroom.  Larry was
already asleep when Sheila finally lay down.  Paul spooned and tried to
push his hard cock into her but she pushed him away.  "Oh god, not now..."
she whispered.  "Not tonight..."

   "I can't wait," he whispered.

   "Then masturbate," she answered, already falling asleep.

   But Sheila didn't stay asleep.  She was drunk and had to pee.  There was
no light in the room, not even the bedside clock.  Power must have gone
out, she thought to herself.  She stood slowly and the room spun.  She made
her way blindly to the bathroom, stepping around clothes and backpacks. 
She heard Paul get up and follow her.  Me first, she thought to herself,
and she sat on the toilet.

   She felt his hand in his hair.  "Just a min..." she started whisper
before the head of his cock pressed open her lips.  His heavy width slid
into her mouth until he pressed against her throat.  If he could have seen
her, her eyes would have been wide, surprised, her lips stretched around
his cock.  Then he was moving the length of himself in and out of her, his
hand tightly in her hair.  She tried to pull his hand away but he rolled
her nipple with his other hand, pinching it hard.  She grunted and twisted
on the toilet.

   How would this end, she wondered?  Would he come in her mouth?  Her
pussy pulsed as she tried to pull his hand out of her air, but his cock
never stopped.  He pinched her nipple again and she could not stop her
bladder from letting go.  She surrendered and his thick cum flowed into her
mouth.  She twisted, peeing and swallowing.  Finally, he pulled his slick
cock from her mouth.

   Paul had never treated her this way before, but she had never acted this
way.  Was it being off the pill?  Was this the woman he wanted her to be?
-- she wanted to be?  When he put a finger to her lips and pulled her from
the toilet, her pussy melted again.  He pulled her out of the bathroom. 
She tried not to make any noise.  The room was pitch black.  She prayed
that Larry and Lisa wouldn't wake up.  She felt Paul tug at something in
the room's darkness.  She wished she wasn't so drunk.  He moved behind her
and pushed her feet apart.  She felt back of the room's desk chair against
her stomach.  She knew what was expected and bent over it.

   This wasn't how she planned on becoming pregnant.  She had imagined
lovemaking, an afternoon, their own hotel room.  But there was something
animal and feral about the way he mounted her.  This wasn't lovemaking. 
She was a woman, flat-bellied, young, bent over, presenting...  She bit her
lip, stifling a gasp as his cock filled her with one hard thrust,
penetrating her again.  Knowing their friends were asleep, almost within
reach, made her pussy feel tingly.

   Paul wasted no time.  His thrusts weren't quick, but each was deep and
well placed.  There was only one place for his second burst of cum.  Go
ahead!  -- she thought to herself.  She arched her back, giving him her
belly and bit her hand to keep quiet.  The sound of his thrusts slapping
her ass worried her.

   Her pussy spasmed again.  She grunted this time.  Since he had already
cum, he was taking longer, forcing the orgasm from her.  She worried.  She
needed to keep quiet.  She wanted him to finish.

   She heard a gasp.  It came from Lisa and Larry's bed!  She heard it
again.  It was Lisa!  She reached to push Paul away.  She started to stand
but he pushed her back down and yanked her hair, causing her back to arch.
She should have known better, but drunk or not, she was embarrassed.  Her
excitement sputtered even as Paul thrust faster.

   Then she heard a new sound coming from her friends' bed.  She heard
Lisa's quiet moan and her rhythmic panting.  She was being fucked!  Were
they spooning?  Was she being fucked from behind?  Sheila grunted with a
deep thrust.  She was going to come!  They must have heard her!  Paul's
hard strokes were pushing her closer to the bed.

   She gasped as another spasm gripped her belly.  She heard a stifled cry
from Lisa.  Sheila put out her hand out to stop herself and her hand landed
on Lisa's.  Even in the dark, she knew it was Lisa's hand.  She meant to
pull it back but Lisa held onto her.  Sheila could feel the bed jolted
rhythmically by Larry's thrusts.  She felt Lisa move her fingers upward
until they found her lips.  She was cumming!  She groaned.  She couldn't
stop her belly's tightening, the unraveling knot in her hips.

   The women kissed, their lips pushed against each other rhythmically by
their lovers' thrusts.  "I'm cumming," Lisa whispered in a long drone. 
Sheila gasped with the convulsions of her own orgasm.  Both women came
together, their barely heard cries only for each other.

   Then they licked each others shoulder as each were held hard by their
hips, their bellies filling with cum.  "He's making me pregnant," Sheila
whispered into Lisa's ear and she shuddered with another orgasm.

   Their pussies dripped.  Finally.



   Sheila groaned.  The sunlight seared her eyes.  Her head ached and her
nipple ached.  Her mouth was dry.  She glanced at the other bed, almost too
embarrassed to look, and saw that Lisa was still asleep.  She quietly got
up and glanced at Paul.  "Oh my God!" she hissed.  It wasn't Paul!  It was
Larry!  How?  Had she gotten into the wrong bed?  "Oh Jesus!"

   She glanced to see if Lisa was still sleeping then hurried to the
bathroom.  Her pussy was full of cum -- Larry's cum!  She almost screamed
when Lisa shuffled into the bathroom, her hand between her legs -- each
woman dripping with the other husband's come.

   They stared at each other.  Speechless.

   Finis