Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Note to those that have been fans of other stories of Twylamarie.  I wanted
to let you know that mom died late in 2016.

   She had a lot of fans here - and when I found all the correspondence on
her email and all these incomplete stories, I felt like I should post them
here.  (Most are not in good shape - so I'm editing them were I can.)

   I'm monitoring mom's email at: twylamarie@ymail.com.

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   My destination for the evening was the bar of the local Hilton.  It was
by far the nicest hotel in our little town.  It was a place where locals
never went or weren't encouraged to go.  It existed apart from the town and
liked it that way.  Even the clerks, maids and other workers seemed to not
be local.

   It wasn't a particularly nice hotel.  Certainly nothing fancy like the
hotels to be found in big cities.  That didn't matter to me though.  It was
the unlikelihood of actually seeing anyone I knew was the attraction.  I
didn't want to be seen.  I was tired of local men, local morals and all the
bullshit that came with them.  I just wanted to have a good time without
being judged for it.  I had plans for the evening and they included not
ending it alone.

   I ended up getting much more than I had bargained for...

   This all happened decades ago.  I wasn't 21 yet, but it was a much
simpler time.  In most places they didn't care how old you really were as
you looked old enough, could pay your tab and behaved yourself.

   I had been preparing for this night the whole week.  I was dressed in my
prettiest dress.  The lingerie beneath had never been farther from the bed
than the floor.  I had a little cocaine in my purse and a lot of money in
my pocketbook.

   I walked through the lobby of hotel as if I owned the place, but inside
I was a bundle of nerves.  I didn't let it show...

   It was a business hotel at a time when women didn't do much business
travel.  When I walked in, I was the only woman in the bar.  The men were
all checking me out as soon as I sat down.  The bartender didn't seem as
happy to see me as everyone else; though He thought I was a hooker- I could
tell.  He stared me down a bit at the beginning, but I guess he decided I
might be good for business.  I got my drink, but there was tension there.

   I looked around.  There were men of every size and shape.  Most were not
even close to my age, but I didn't mind.  They were all so nicely dressed.
To me, a nice suit is like lingerie for guys.  I loved to look at men in
well-tailored suits.

   I sat there for a while sipping my drink but no one hit on me.  I wasn't
prepared for that.  In my little world, taverns were where you went to find
other people to drink with, fight or fuck.  Here everyone seemed to be
keeping to themselves.

   I decided that if they wouldn't come to me, I'd go to them.

   There were a two billiards tables in the back of the bar.  I had been
playing pool since I was tall enough to reach over the table.  I decided
I'd rack'em up and see if anyone else wanted to play.  I put a $10 on the
bar and asked for a second drink.  I got the drink, but no change.  The
bartender's way of letting me know I was barely being tolerated.  I got the
message.

   I dug around in my purse for the quarters to play and made my way to one
of the tables, but there was no place to put in quarters on them.  The
balls were just sitting there and you didn't have to pay to play.

   I was (and still am) very good with a stick in my hand.  Over the next
few minutes I put on a show.

   Whether they were watching my shots as I dropped ball after ball into
the pockets or were just watching my ass as I stretched over the table, I
didn't know and didn't care.  Either way, I had their attention.  By the
time I lined up the final shot to clear the table, the whole place was
quiet.  There was a light round of applause as the 8 ball slid slowly into
a side-pocket while the cue ball spun slowly to a stop mid-table.

   Once the first rack was gone, two men grabbed the table next to me. 
They seemed at the time like something out of the movies.  Dapper as shit
in their manly suits with ties and shiny jewelry holding their cuffs shut.
I'd really never seen a man dressed so well unless he was at his own
wedding or funeral.

   Beneath those suits I could tell were bodies that had been built and
sculpted in expensive workout palaces with gleaming chrome covered weights
like on TV.  There were lots of guys with muscles in our town, but the
muscle came from hard work on farms and ranches.  This was comparing racing
thoroughbreds to plow horses.  The way they carried themselves gracefully
was just so fucking hot.

   There was small talk as we played our next rack, courteously getting out
of each other's way while we were lining up shots.  I was running my table,
rack after rack.  It was so much fun when you didn't have to pump quarters
in to get the balls back.  The pair next to me continued to knock their
balls around but it was obvious they were there for me, not the game.  I
was enjoying their attention.

   Finally, one of us suggested we should all play together.  (I think it
was me - but I don't remember.) It was two on one, their quiet way of
acknowledging that they weren't nearly as good as I was.  It was fun and
gave them an opportunity to be competitive at least.

   The conversation continued.  The patter of "nice shot" and "wow, you're
really good" gave way to a more involved conversation.  "Where are you
from" and "What brings you to town" are ready made conversation starters in
a hotel, and my asking them the questions showed them that I was
interested. Finally they asked me where I was from and I admitted I was a
townie.  They acted surprised - but it was probably just an act.
.Regardless, they focused their attention on me instead of themselves. 
It's a trait more men should learn.) Farm boys in town were not nearly so
sophisticated.

   They asked questions about the town and the people, but not "What's a
nice girl like you doing in a place like this" or perhaps just "what's a
girl like you doing in a nice place like this?" They were polite and let
the conversation go wherever I wanted it to.  They hinted at it, and I
toyed with them a bit letting some of their inquiries twist in the wind.

   "I thought I'd try someplace new" and "I didn't want to meet the same
old crowd" seemed to be enough.  I think pretty quickly they understood
that perhaps I had secrets.  They were okay with that.

   We played another round while chatting about their hometown, a name I
recognized but could place on a map.  They talked of visits to far-away
places and life on the road.  I had talked to plenty of truckers who lived
life on the road, but it wasn't the same.

   Living in a small town, you see the same faces with the same stories
every single day.  Talking to these men was like going on an adventure.

   They asked me if they could take me to dinner, but the places in town
had all closed shortly after dark and I didn't really want to suggest we go
to the truck stop diners where people knew me.  They asked how the hotel
restaurant was and the bartender, who I guess had been listening in, jumped
into the conversation and said that the hotel restaurant had closed at 9
PM. He smiled, looked right at me, and suggested that at this hour the only
availability was room service.

   So, I turned to the men and suggested room service.

   It was a way of inviting myself upstairs as they knew I wasn't staying
there.  The two seemed a bit tongue tied, but I just smiled and winked at
them.  They locked eyes and gave each other a silent nod.  We ordered a
"drink for the road" and took care of the bill.  It didn't take long to get
to the elevator and on our way upstairs.  I felt every man in the room
watch us leave.

   I imagined we would wind up in a cramped room with a bed, TV and not
much else.  That was hotel rooms as I knew them.  I was surprised to find
out the two were sharing a two bedroom suite with a small living room and
bar area between their rooms.  The nicest hotel I had ever been in was not
even close to this place, and most often they were motel rooms at truck
stops just off the interstate where we used the bed, but didn't stay the
night.  This was actually quite comfortable.

   Room service was on "overnight menu" meaning it was just a handful of
items.  We ordered burgers, more beer, and a bottle of whiskey, and then
settled in on the couch to wait.  Funnily enough I realized that we had
never really introduced ourselves.

   I introduced myself with a name close enough to my real name that I
thought I might remember it later.  They were Murphy and Paul.  You could
tell they were friends that worked together.

   Murphy was the better looking of the two.  He was also older, maybe 35
or so.  Paul was younger.  I'd have guessed for mid-20s.

   You know that "what's going to happen next?" vibe you get sometimes? 
The one just before a good make out session happens with that someone you
just met?  It was thick in this hotel room.  The mood was flirty and fun
but there was sexual tension.  They were both still being gentlemen though
I know they felt it.  I sensed that neither man quite knew what to make of
me or of the situation.  I on the other hand, was feeling right at home.

   I kicked off my heels.  It was a small move and might have been rather
innocent in a different situation, but for some reason it seemed to turn up
the heat a bit.  Paul, actually blushed, which was cute.  The men took my
cue and removed their jackets and ties which was too bad.  They looked so
hot in those suits.

   I wanted something to happen.  I excused myself for a moment to use the
bathroom.  Other than the obvious need to get rid of all that drink, I took
the opportunity to do a little bit of coke I had stashed in my purse, then
straightened out my bra straps and smoothed out how my underwear lined up
on my ass.  I didn't want whichever guy I wound up with to be disappointed
when I took off my dress.  This was something I hoped to do as soon as the
food was done.  I was so ready.

   When I came back, the server guy was at the door with our food cart.  I
was surprised the food was so bland.  (At first I thought it was from the
coke, but I later in life that most room service tasted bland.) We grazed
for a bit and tossed the trays out in the hall.  Drinking resumed.

   That "anything can happen" feeling slowly returned to the room, but with
three moving forward was harder than two.  There was a need to thin the
herd, but how?  I think the two of them were both wondering how the other
would react if they went for it.  I was ready for whichever one decided to
be brave.

   We talked and drank and did some low level flirting, but we were running
out of small talk.  Finally Paul, who'd ordered his burger with onions,
excused himself to brush his teeth, explaining that he felt like his breath
might peel the paper off the walls.  I was glad to hear he was thinking
hygiene though his breath smelled of alcohol, not condiments.

   It was what could be my only opportunity.

   Murphy and I were already sitting very close together, and we had
already been flirting up a storm, so short of grabbing his cock, there
wasn't much more I could have done to signal that I was ready to get on
with the evening.  In a situation like that, there's nothing like moving
your body in such a way that your boobs are rubbing a guy's shoulder to get
his attention.

   The dress I was wearing had a sweetheart plunge neckline (basically like
bra cups sewn into the top with a plunging cleavage line in between) and
the lord blessed me in the breast department, so if that didn't get his
attention I didn't know what would.  He had been looking at the TV where
the news was planning silently on the screen, but turned his head to look
at me when I bumped him with a boob.  He looked over and down, and didn't
look away.

   The look was not sneaky and it was devoid of shyness.  It was all lust
and want.  Honest and mature too.  To me that was all I needed.

   I asked him if he liked what he saw but didn't wait for an answer. 
Instead I crawled up onto his lap while asking if he wanted a better view.
In a split second I was straddling him, my skirt hiked up a bit so that the
crotch of my panty was pressing hard on his zipper.  Underneath it I could
tell he wasn't all the way hard, but there was something stirring and it
felt like he had real potential.

   When mounting a man in this manner, a little open mouthed tongue kissing
is in order and I respect traditions like that.  While I filled his mouth
with mine I took a moment to pull down my dress and bra so that my boobs
were semi-free and soon enough my left nipple was in his mouth.

   That's how Paul found us when he exited the bathroom.  He expressed some
shock then started to make a hasty exit from the room.  I didn't want him
to be mad, so I called him name just so I could apologize or something.  It
was never meant to be what it turned into.

   You see, again, this was a long time ago.  Threesomes were something
that happened in dirty magazines maybe, but they really weren't a reality -
at least not in this town.  I'd been pawed up pretty good once by two farm
boys when I was drunk at a party, but the thought that I might ever have
sex with both men at once never even crossed my mind when I called Paul
back into the room.

   My intent in calling Paul was to maybe tell him I thought he was
attractive too but things just happened.  I couldn't find the words to say
I was going to be with Murphy tonight but I didn't want him to be mad.  (I
had my boobs in a guys face and was drying humping him.  I kind of thought
that might be enough)

   Instead, Paul came dashing towards me with a hungry look in his eye.  He
had his own idea about what my calling him back meant.  Before I could say
anything he was behind me and starting to make a move to cup my breasts. 
It was a bit awkward and shocking for a second, but it felt better than I
expected it would and I was drunk and so I went with it.

   Soon enough I was leaning back into him and kissing him while Murphy
watched us from the convenient location between my legs.  I don't think he
minded the view of my tits moving freely and the way I was grinding onto
the hardness in his pants while Paul and I were busy eating each other's
tongues.  For a few minutes the men shared me.  Two sets of hands roamed
down my skirt and up it from opposite directions.  It wasn't well
choreographed at times.  There was plenty of fumbling around and too many
people trying to do too many things at once, but I don't think anyone was
complaining.

   Eventually, the two worked together long enough to return me to an
upright position and in a single motion my lovely dress was lifted up and
off.  I was left in my pretty lingerie, which was an emerald green satin
panty and bra set with a matching garter holding up the black stockings. 
(The black garter was admittedly a bit of a clash with the rest of the
outfit,, but this was before Victoria's Secrets and nowhere in town sold
stockings that matched the green of my underwear.)

   They paused for just a moment to view this newly exposed layer of me. 
My arms had been lifted over my head along with the dress when the removed
it and my breasts had slid back into position in their little green
hammocks.  For all the ravaging of the prior few minutes, I looked almost
picture perfect as I posed on Murphy's crotch.  It was as if I had planned
that I'd model myself this way.  I sat in my near nakedness and felt I was
being admired as if I was some kind of work of art.  It was such a turn-on.
Any unease I had at the idea of taking the two of them together, it quickly
melted away.

   Murphy reached down with his hand, slid aside my panty and dipped a
finger inside.  I felt that special something that starts at the base of
your tailbone and tickles from the tip of your clit to the top of your
brain.  I wasn't an orgasm, but it was close enough that I couldn't wait to
get started.

   I started to unhook the garter belt as I continued to slowly rock on
Murphy's cock.  When both stockings were freed I stood up and let Paul peel
down the two one silky legging one after another.

   He nuzzled between my legs with his nose, which I loved, but I had my
own ideas on who was going to go down on whom first.  My panties were
soaked and had he continued I probably would have cum immediately, but I
felt like I wanted just a few minutes more of my sexy costume before it
wound up on the floor.

   I pulled Murphy up off the couch.  I pulled Paul up too.  I think they
thought we were going to go to the bedroom, but as he stood I sank to my
knees.  I undid Paul's pants first and dug into his pants and pulled out
his cock.  It was semi-hard and not as large as I hoped.  I gave it a kiss
and a taste to see if it would get any bigger.  It didn't.

   What Paul lacked, Murphy made up for.  He was hard as a rock and huge. I
took him into my mouth and Paul my hand.  It didn't take long for Paul to
finally get good and hard, so I reversed cocks and hand position to give
him some attention.  I did this for a few minutes, letting both be voyeurs
and participants, moving from cock to cock with my mouth.

   It was a study in contrasts.  Paul was passive and stood very still,
letting me lick and suck him slowly and at my own pace.  Murphy on the
other hand, was aggressive and even invasive, grabbing the back of my head
and pushing himself down my throat until I was close to gagging.  Sometimes
I had to go back to Paul's dick just so I could wipe some of the
accumulated spit off my chin and catch my breath.

   I tasted his pre-cum and knew that Paul was on edge.  What I really
wanted was a fuck, but figured getting him off might help me get to
Murphy's cock faster.  I doubled my attention on Paul by moving my hand
from the base of his cock down to the back of his balls.  I put a finger on
his asshole.  I knew men liked that, and Paul seemed to really respond to
it.  In seconds he was starting to go.

   I've never been a big fan of the taste of cum so I pulled him out and he
came all over my neck and boobs.  (And just a bit on Murphy's pants I
think.) There was a lot - almost comically so.  I was still wearing my bra,
and the cleavage filled up with his cum, and then dripped onto the carpet.
Paul out of the way, I turned my attention exclusively to Murphy's large
hot cock.  Paul was watching me and so I put on a bit of a show,
alternately licking his cock and balls, taking him in my mouth, and jacking
off the part I couldn't get into my mouth with my hands.  (This was a good
3 or 4 inches of it.)

   Soon enough Murphy seemed ready to go and rather than get more semen on
my body when I wanted them to be all over it, I opened wide and really
worked the head of it into the back of my throat.  I swallowed most of his
load before he started withdrawing and so I barely tasted it.

   He was the ticklish sort that withdrew himself as soon as he orgasmed. I
was left there on my knees with these two beautiful men still fully clothed
with their cocks out, and I was covered with their cum.  It must have been
quite a sight.  I let the two of them stand there just kind of admiring
their handiwork while I caught my breath.

   Soon enough I stood, wiping the cum from my lips and smiling at them
both.  Each had a shy smile on their face as I think they realized they
were now standing with their dwindling cocks dripping onto the floor,
shoulder to shoulder with another man.

   I wanted a cock in me so bad in hurt.

   I stood up and walked over to the coffee table.  I took a drink from one
of the glasses, I guess it didn't matter at this point whose, and as the
alcohol hit the back of my throat I realized it was just a bit raw from
where I'd deep throated Murphy's big cock.  That was something that hadn't
happened before.  I lingered there for a moment with my back to them,
knowing that they were both probably checking out my ass and panties.  I
had worn them for a reason.

   I turned around then, and in a single motion unhooked and dropped the
bra off by breasts and into my hands.  I found the spots of cum on the cup
and put them to my mouth, sucking them one at a time out of the material.
(The guys I'm sure saw that as a slut move, but I just wanted to minimize
the stain.)

   Next I dropped the bra onto the floor and went back to the men, who were
both still cocks out and standing where I left them.  I grabbed one in each
hand and caressed them back to semi-hardness while leaning over to kiss one
man then the other.  That neither pulled back from the kiss was a plus.  I
really appreciated that.  Men can get so weird about that after they've cum
in your mouth.

   "So boys that was a fun, but I have needs too." I looked up from their
cocks, and into their faces.  "You guys up for a fuck?"

   Both uttered their approval for the idea, so I went on.  "We need
condoms and I'm allergic go latex, so I brought my own.  Murphy my purse is
on the table next to the door.  Can you get the package for me?

   He moved quickly.

   I turned my attention to Paul and started removing his shirt, one button
at a time.  I told him that I'd been dying to see that chest since I'd laid
eyes on him.  Soon enough he was completely naked and we were ready for
what's next.

   I hadn't even thought about moving this into the bedroom.  I frankly
almost never had sex in bed unless it was morning sex.  Instead I knelt on
the sofa and draped myself over the back of it.  I had my ass out and my
panties on still, but as I looked back Paul was already in the process of
peeling them down far enough to uncover my sex.

   Murphy, who had returned, passed Paul a rubber and there was the
inevitable awkwardness as he tore opened the package and manned up.  I'm
sure it was probably all the more awkward as Murphy was standing there.  I
looked away.  Men putting on their condoms look like little boys playing
with their pee-pees, and for me it kind of kills the mood.  That Paul's
dick wasn't so big kind of made it worse.  I turned around, wiggled my ass
a bit, and waited.  I was soaking wet when he entered me.  He slid in all
the way to his balls.

   I felt them slap me and I liked that.

   I absolutely love getting fucked from behind while I'm bent over a couch
or chair.  I realized early on that it puts my body in just the right
position.  When I get fucked, that thrusting dick hits me in just the right
spots.  I also enjoy how men feel the need to play with my ass cheeks when
they fuck me from behind.  (Men never spend enough time doing that.  You
all really need to give it as much attention as you give tits.) Of course
there's the inevitable finger or thumb in the butt that can happen, but
that's okay most of the time.

   So now he's pounding away and he was really into it.  It was almost
violent - but just far enough away from violent that it was easy to get
into it.  Murphy had moved himself to where I could see him even with my
back to Paul, and he was silently watching.  It was just a bit voyeuristic
and creepy, but then what did I expect as we were fucking in the middle of
his hotel room.  He still had his clothes on - which was disappointing -
but his cock was still out and it was hard again.

   That cock.  Just amazing.

   I was in the moment and didn't want to distract Paul from his fury, but
took a moment to gesture to Murphy that he needed to take it all off.  He
misunderstood me and moved himself forward like I was supposed to take his
cock in my mouth.  I really didn't want that, but I took him in anyway.  H
I was finding it difficult to serve two masters.  Paul's thrusts were kind
of pushing my nose into the open fly of Murphy's pants and the whole
movement drove him deeper into my mouth.  It was so big that it hurt and I
was choking so much I thought I would pass out.

   Finally, with a grunt Paul finished up and pulled himself out.  I had
been really getting into his moves, so the sudden exit kind of startled me.
Murphy was on the spot though and removed himself from my mouth and quickly
took his place behind me.  I was wet and willing, but those first few
pushes were kind of a chore to take.  I quickly adjusted to him though, and
the feeling of absolute fullness was one that was very easy to get used to.


   It didn't take long for me to cum hard, and while I usually kind of bite
a pillow or scream into the mattress, I felt the freedom of hotel sex and
let go loud and proud for a change.  It kind of startled Murphy I think,
who broke rhythm.  (I think he thought he was hurting me which he was.  It
felt so fucking good though.)

   It took a few moments for me to recover my sanity, and I actually felt
like I might even have another orgasm coming along fast.  To the extent I
was thinking at all, I was thinking that having two men take turns in me
was something I definitely was going to do again.

   It took a few more minutes before I realized that Murphy had taken his
trip from my mouth to the south without stopping to put on a condom.  It
freaked me out briefly.  I was on the pill, so that wasn't really an issue,
but a new thing called AIDS was making headlines and they were working hard
to make sure that we knew straight people could get it too.  It doesn't
make sense to look back on it now as I had already had Murphy in my mouth
and down my throat, but I didn't want his cum in me.

   I also didn't want him to pull out right then.  Most men can't make me
cum and Murphy was feeling so good.  I finally got up the resolve to reach
back and grab him hard enough to stop the thrusting.  I had his attention,
so I told him "Belly, back or butt.  Not in me." He understood I could
tell, so I let him get back to it and soon I was moaning loudly again.  He
had this hard rocking delivery that I had come to associate with truck
drivers I'd fucked, but he did it without the body odor of beer gut.

   After yet one more orgasm hit, I started really verbally egging him on
and talking filthy because I was so liberating.  Yelling for someone to
slam my pussy good isn't something I could ever do in my paper thin walled
apartment.  He sunk himself deep and I felt his balls slap on my cunt and I
told him just how delicious that felt.  He redoubled his efforts at just
jackhammering me and I felt like I was ready to just melt.

   I wasn't paying attention to anything other than the feel of being
slammed from behind for a while after that.  Just taking it rough and
telling him how great his dick felt in me and how I wanted more.

   At some point I opened my eyes and there Paul was in front of my face.
Or Paul's cock was anyway.  He was hard again and offering it up to my
mouth.  I wasn't really sure if he wanted me to suck it or just wanted me
to stop making so much noise, but I felt obligated to take him in my mouth.
I just put my lips around him and ran my tongue down the underside of his
cock and let myself go with the ride I was taking on Murphy's dick.

   Paul wasn't a guy who lasted long.  He had heard my "butt, belly or
back" command and while I was actually resigned to the idea of swallowing
his load so that he didn't shoot it onto Murphy, he yanked it out of my
mouth in time to shoot his spunk behind my head and onto my back.

   It was actually pretty hot experience to feel a man spill himself on me
without losing the fullness of having a big cock inside me.  It was not
something I'd ever experienced before and certainly not something any of my
girlfriends would have admitted to if they had.  I fantasized about what it
would be like to tell me friends all the smutty details about it all and
what they might think of me.

   What a wonderful feeling.

   At some point Murphy finally finished up, shooting his load right
between the cheeks of my ass.  It felt like a firehose going off.  If I had
been looking to avoid contact between girl parts and his sperm it was a
failed effort, as the semen dripped right down over both holes and both
were kind of wide open.

   Murphy had been fucking my ass with his thumb during the last of it. 
(How did I forget to mention that?  It wasn't a big deal.) .  Anyway, a
good amount of his spew went directly down onto my panties, which were
still at half-mast on my thighs.  There would no doubt that this placement
was completely on purpose and when I looked up, Murphy was actually kind of
smirking.  Fucking men.  They just aren't having fun unless they are making
a mess.  Murphy was weak in the knees and sat down on the coffee table,
knocking over a drink in the process.  He grabbed another one and took as
sip.  I had been in the bent over position for a long time and not so happy
with the steady drip of cum down between the cheeks of my butt, so I just
flipped over and sat down.  (Always a gentleman, he handed me the drink.)

   I felt a bit bad out the semen I was spreading on the sofa.  I wouldn't
have done it on my own sofa, but it was a hotel and I didn't plan on
sticking around to talk to the maid.

   I could still feel all his cum in my ass crack and really wanted a
towel, but I wasn't getting up for anything for a few minutes.  Paul had
long since taken a chair after his second cumming.  I could feel the vibe
in the room that it wasn't over, but there was a negotiated cease fire
while we all recovered.

   Finally, I got enough wits about me to stand up.  My fucking panties
were still there on my thighs where I'd left them and almost stumbled and
almost tripped myself.  (Both men smiled a bit at that in spite of
themselves.) I pulled my underwear completely off, and tossed it at Paul.
It missed, and they landed like a puddle on the floor.

   Completely naked for the first time, I stumbled to the bathroom to grab
a hand towel which I used to wipe down my crotch area.  I was buffing it
off pretty good when I realized I hadn't shut the door.  When I turned
around I realized they were watching me the whole time.  Kind of cringe
worthy.

   I realized I was stone drunk and not fit to be behind the wheel and
stumbled back to my new best friends to explain my situation.  Both men
jumped at the chance to accommodate me, offering me first their beds which
I rejected, then the pull out couch.  I actually wanted companionship and
said that I wouldn't mind not sleeping alone.

   I didn't even think that this might lead to a three in a bed situation,
but that's where it led.

   We looked at the clock and it was well after 3AM.  So late it was almost
early.  I picked up my dress and hung it up while Paul called his morning
appointment and explained that both he and Murphy had "picked up something
when they ate dinner" and were pretty much bedridden.  They would call to
reschedule later.  (I appreciated the word play.)

   We crawled into bed and I actually thought we might sleep a bit, but
Paul was semi-hard again and I felt my back getting stabbed.  I was well
past modesty and was over the condom thing.

   I reached back and slid him into me.  It must have felt like a golf ball
going into a basketball hoop - Murphy had pretty much plowed a hole into me
and it was a big one - but he gave it a few minutes of soft strokes and
then came.  He did it on my ass which was now sticky again.  Had I thought
about it I'd have told him condom up as I didn't want to sleep on the wet
spot.  Oh, well.  I passed out and thankfully they let me sleep for a
while.

   I'm a farm girl.  Despite the late night I woke up with the sun and
found myself penned in by a man on each side of me.  I tried to crawl over
Murphy, who felt me and pulled me to him.  He had put in a fine performance
the night before, but proved out that he was a morning man at heart.  He
worked my clit with one hand and licked my nipples slow and sexy.  I
wrapped my legs around him to control the thrust as he was still driving
into my cunt like a semi-truck, but lifting me off the bed when he backed
his ass up for another pump synchronized our movements and made for a much
smoother trip in and out.  Each one seemed to travel balls to tip into me
in a motion that was almost like a machine.

   If there wasn't a wet spot on the bed already, I created a pool of wet
and he added to it.  Poor Paul actually got up while we were going at it
and moved into the other bedroom.

   I fell back to sleep -we both did - and the next time we woke up it was
nearly 11.  The maid knocked on the door and we realized that it was close
to checkout time.  Murphy called the front desk and asked for a late
checkout (something I didn't even know was an option) so we had until 3PM
to leave the room.

   I was so sore - just horribly so - and also hungover.  I didn't have to
work so I wasn't anxious to get out of bed, but quickly realized that as a
bedmate both men assumed my legs were open for business.

   Amazingly, Murphy was hard again.  This time he gave me a slow on our
side's workout - gentle thankfully and he came in me completely (the
asshole.)

   That was how many times we'd had sex with him now?  I'd really lost
count.  Paul popped in and asked me to come into his bedroom.  Once we were
inside he shut the door and it was like he became a different person. 
Instead of the dribbling dick he'd been all night, he started being pretty
dominant and pretty soon it got very athletic as he commanded me to just
about anything he wanted.  I had never really had any man do anything like
that - commanding me verbally instead of just throwing me around on the bed
- and I have to admit it turned me on more than I ever thought it would.

   He told me he'd wanted to fuck my tits all night and had me lie on the
bed so he could crawl on the bed and do it.  He moved up and had me suck on
his dick for a while but then he'd slide back down and go to work between
the girls again.  He was dribbling precum and really enjoyed using his hand
to push his dick in and out of my mouth.  Just the tip and just past my
teeth to my tongue.

   As I said, I'm not fond of cum in my mouth, but while there was some of
that, he was really basically painting my lips and chin with his spew.  I
must have been a sorry sight.

   Just when I was sure he was going to shoot his load up my nose or into
my eyes, he slid himself down and took a position between my legs.  He
grabbed me by the ankles and forced me to spread wide, then ate my pussy.
It would have been impossible for him to not know that Murphy had made a
deposit there, but that seemed to actually make him more enthusiastic and
he licked and sucked everything from me he could find before moving down
and sticking his tongue straight up my ass.

   Pretty soon he had me rolled over - my body is a little ball facedown,
where he licked and sucked my asshole until I had a first ever orgasm from
anal stimulation.  (I am embarrassed to say I farted a little but he
ignored it.  I guess it comes with the territory.)

   All through the encounter he told me exactly how to move, what to touch,
and when to suck or spread myself for him.  I did what he wanted without
question and actually enjoyed being his submissive toy.  I was rewarded
with forms of stimulation and total mind-fuck that I didn't even know even
existed.

   Eventually, he had me pull apart my ass cheeks while I was curled up.  I
thought he was going to eat my ass some more, but instead he lined up and
thrust his cock into me.  I wasn't ready - I'd never done anal or even
thought about it - so I jerked away and made it clear that wasn't
happening.

   The magic was broken.

   He repositioned himself and fucked my roughly and angrily for a few
minutes, and was so rough with me that I was actually scared as I came. 
(Hard.) He eventually pulled out and shot a load that hit me on the soul of
my foot and dribbled quickly into my toes.  (Since that day I've gravitated
on purpose towards men with a foot fetish.)

   Once he was finished coating my feet with his cum, he lay down next to
me.  He stopped talking at all and got totally uncommunicative, which was
weird.

   I used his silent dismissal to my advantage.  I wanted out of his room,
so I actually padded back into the main living area and into the attached
bathroom, which thankfully had a shower.  I was glad that I wasn't joined
by either man as I really have never been big on standing sex and my jaw
and pussy were sore from servicing the men from the night before.  (My
asshole would hurt later too - I think that body part was still in shock.)

   I washed my hair and let the water run on my neck to get rid of marks
from where Paul had been chocking me a bit while he face fucked me.  I
tried to wash myself out - kind of squatting and spinning my finger in
myself which is how I learned how to do it.  It was an exercise in
futility. Paul had eaten everything that Murphy had put in me, and he
wasn't a big cummer.

   I blow dried my hair while standing naked with the door open knowing
full well that both men were still watching me.  (I guess at least one some
level I was up for just one more tumble.) I put on my dress, bra and heels,
but the panties and other undergarments I slid into a small bag that he
hotel provided for laundry.  The panties were a stiff, stained wreck and
after trying to launder them I eventually threw them away.  No man in this
town would want to lift up your skirt to find another man's cum stains on
your panties.

   It was close to 2:30 in the afternoon when I finally kissed both men
goodbye.  They didn't ask for my number and I didn't offer it.  We all knew
this was a one night stand.

   As I exited the elevator on the main floor, the eyes of the entire
counter staff and the bellmen stared openly.  I didn't recognize a face,
and didn't care what they thought.  I smiled a little devilish smile as I
thanked them for a wonderful stay and exited out the big glass doors.  As I
passed I wondered if there had been calls and complaints about my verbal
performance and bet there had.  Their faces had been a mixture of disgust,
lust and admiration.

   It wasn't until I reached into my purse to pull out the keys that I
found the money.  Close to $400 in an envelope that I'm guessing Murphy had
probably stashed there when he retrieved the condoms.

   That was a lot of money back then.  It paid my rent for a month plus
some.

   It explained a lot of things about how Murphy and Paul had treated me. I
considered it money earned as I really had trouble even sitting down for
the next couple of days.

   It definitely made me feel like a whore and kind of embarrassed.  I
thought I was being a sexually free young woman grabbing what she wanted
from live.  They saw me as a high-end whore that was clean enough that they
didn't mind going bareback on.  It was kind of sobering.

   Ultimately, I decided their opinion wasn't important.  I had done what I
did for me.  I treasured the feeling of freedom from judgment that came
with being with men I knew I'd never see again.  This kind of freedom was
out there - but I would have to leave this little town to find it.

   I resolved to save my money and leave the farmlands.  I worked my ass
off, doing double shifts and opening the blouse a few buttons to get more
tips, and within a few months I drove my car out of that town.

   I didn't stop until I hit ocean.  I never went back to that little town
and in fact didn't event talk to my family for a few years.  By the time I
did, I had done things that made that whole evening seem rather tame, but
that's a story for another time...