chapter 15 - Motel Meetup

The sights and smells of a cheap hotel room, and the taste of a cock resting in my mouth. It was a normal Friday night for me, all things considering, but I was enjoying it more than usual since it was the first time in a while I had gotten to spend much quality time with Mr. Poln. Since my teacher had started to look towards repairing a distant marriage and I was ramping up to graduate within a few months our interactions hadn't been quite so common as they once were; where near the start of the year Mr. Poln had managed to fuck me or cum in my mouth almost every single day, we were lucky if we managed to get in a session twice a week. We always made the most of it when we did, but there was still a part of me that missed that time not too long ago when I knew Mr. Poln would always be there to offer me his cock.

He had taught me so much about sex, and a girl always remembers her first. I was fortunate in that my first was with a man that knew what to do with an eighteen year old slut, and not one of the lame jocks that roamed around the halls bragging about prowess they didn't actually have. It was enough to make me smile around the shaft of Mr. Poln's cock as I knelt there on the floor, looking up at him through my glasses with my cheeks red and my expression happy. He smiled back with a pleased nod, and I could tell he was sharing a lot of the same sentiment.

We had only just stepped foot in the motel a few minutes ago, and already I had gotten to work. My hands were hooked against the inside of Mr. Poln's trousers where I had unzipped and opened the front, and slowly my head was bobbing back and forth on his length that was getting steadily thicker by the moment. Since he had driven me to the motel right after school I was still wearing my typical outfit; that pleated schoolgirl skirt and clean white blouse, complete with knees socks leading into a pair of sensible flat shoes. Underneath the outfit I wore a lacy red bra and a scandalous pair of sheer panties that would've been a delight for anyone that snuck a glance under my skirt that day at school, and I was eager to get my teacher's approval of the thin fabric. But first, my hunger needed to be sated, and Mr. Poln's length had to be serviced.

Soft slurping noises filled the room around us, and lines of spit shivered down Mr. Poln's cock to pool around my hand where I kept a tight grip near his base. He had a hand resting on my head but he wasn't too keen to push me down, by this point trusting his well-trained slut to know how to properly service him. I took him down in several long sweeps that left my tongue shimmering back and forth underneath him, and when my lips finally popped off the tip I gave him a wide grin before lowering my head down a little further. With his sticky, wet shaft resting against my glasses I opened my mouth and stretched out my tongue, flickering it wildly back and forth over his sack, tasting him even further in a lewd show of affection. The hiss that came from the back of his throat was noticeable and Mr. Poln gave another hungry grunt, his member throbbing in my hand before I finally heard him speak.

"Mr. Grace should be here in about a half hour." He reminded me, looking down at his little slut with fondness in his eyes. "We really should be thinking about where we want to order food from, not wasting time on this."

"It's never a waste of time to suck your cock, Mr. Poln." I responded sweetly with a wide grin, looking up at my teacher with my cutest expression. Spit-covered glasses and shining braces connected to his sack by ribbons of saliva; one of his favorite looks. "I don't need to eat, so long as you give me plenty to swallow." My mouth moved across his tip once more and I took him down to the base, letting that entire shaft fill my mouth and squeeze near the edge of my throat. I didn't wince during deepthroats anymore; I was well practiced and well trained, and beyond that I had come to enjoy it. Just like the tight pucker of my ass I had finally been taught to enjoy the mild discomfort, to draw delight from it, and to appreciate the hard cock that made me feel so wonderful. While Mr. Poln shivered in appreciation for the deepthroat that held down for several long, wonderful seconds, I could feel my own excitement start to build. I was wet...so wet, and still I knew that Mr. Grace was a half hour away.

Until then, I'd have to settle myself with just one cock in the mouth and the promise that soon I'd have two to enjoy all night.

Ultimately we should've been ordering food like Mr. Poln had suggested, since there hadn't been a chance after school and we weren't planning on leaving the hotel room for a long time to come. Mr. Poln took the initiative by pulling out his cell phone and ordering us a few pizzas for the evening, and all the while his cock was sucked, kissed, and worshipped by his favorite teenage slut. I didn't pay much attention to him while he ordered, and even in the moment I still dismissed the need for a proper dinner in lieu of what I was thoroughly enjoying. A girl needed to eat, after all, but a girl needed to fuck more.

Either way, by the time Mr. Poln had put his phone away he was as hard as ever, and I was pumping his cock with one hand while keeping my mouth wrapped just around his tip. There I swept my tongue across him, circled that sensitive end back and forth, and gave it a few long, lingering kisses while I let my eyes stare up at my teacher. More than twice my age, Mr. Poln had never hid from me how much he loved fucking my teenaged mouth, and in the same vein I had difficulty hiding my own lust for older men. It was an unspoken thrill between us knowing how very different we were; one middle aged man working on a marriage, and one eighteen year old planning what she'd major in. All that we really had in common was the desire we had for each other's flesh, for my tongue to pass up and down his member and for the moments in which he fucked me raw, exhausted, and spent. And that, beyond anything else, was enough. It was enough for us to share a friendship and a fondness for one another, and it was enough for me to ignore the scratchy feel of motel carpet on my knees while I drew him closer and closer to his peak.

Mr. Poln fell quiet while I steadily worked, and soon I sealed my grip around his shaft in such a fashion that I could press my lips against the edge of my fist. It was one of many techniques I had learned from my three favorite teachers; a method of pumping both my hand and my mouth in the same motion to make sure every inch of Mr. Poln was shown love. My other hand moved to sweep underneath his sack and I gently gripped along his balls, which rested in my open palm in a wet, spit-covered mess. My glasses were perched perfectly on my face and my smile was wide around his member, and with one last look up at Mr. Poln's happy expression I put myself into motion.

My current technique was skillful and worked wonders, though it was fast moving and usually left my head spinning by the very end of it. With my lips essentially kissing the ridge of my hand I bobbed both up and down on his cock, taking him in heavy strikes that left his cocktip pushing the back of my throat and filling my mouth with his flavor. He groaned in delight and gripped the sheets of the motel bed while his legs spread, and it only allowed me to move faster, to go deeper, to nearly choke myself on my teacher's cock. There were few things I had come to love more than the feel of a forty year old dick in my eager wet mouth, and I could feel my lacy red panties dampening more and more while I worked. I didn't even need to touch myself; the glistening nectar of my pussy and the stiff form of my nipples were simply a side effect of giving my teacher a lovely, sloppy blowjob.

Mr. Poln's climax came before too long, though it was at a moment of great delight for both of us. When he started to cum there was a knock on the door with the voice of a delivery girl following soon after, announcing the name of the little dive he had ordered dinner for us from. He offered a quick "one second" and then took several to properly flood my mouth, his member aching and throbbing against my tongue as he gave me squirt after squirt of warm, white nectar. I moaned in delirious glee, probably so loud that the girl delivering our pizza heard, and Mr. Poln's flavor rushed in my mouth. My tongue fled to press against his tip so the cream milked slowly into my mouth, and my eyes opened wide so I could stare into his eyes while I swallowed.

The girl outside's wait wasn't measured in seconds but in swallows, swallows in which my young, hot, teenaged mouth gulped down my teacher's cum. One, two, three, and finally a fourth signalled the end to his spasming climax. He didn't hesitate much once he had finished, chuckling as he patted my head and tucked his cock back into his trousers. Mr. Poln stood up and headed over to the door without even giving me a chance to stand, and I shuddered with excitement as I heard the door open and the brief exchange that took place.

"Hey, are you Pol-"

"Yeah, that's me. Here you go."

My back was turned to the door so I couldn't see the exchange, but I could only imagine it. My back was visible to the delivery girl and even though she couldn't see the cum on my lips or the satisfied smile I was wearing, she could certainly see a schoolgirl kneeling on the floor with her skirt tented around her. It was lifted in such a way that my lacy red panties could be visible, and when I realized I was underneath the gaze of a stranger I made sure to tug my skirt a little higher. Give her a show; let her know full well that this motel room was filled with the lust of a girl getting fucked by an older man.

"Uh...t...thanks." The delivery girl stammered, and though I imagine it wasn't the first time she had delivered pizza to a motel only to find people fucking, it was still a thrill for us. Mr. Poln tossed our dinner on the table before shutting the door and walking back to me, smiling wide as he looked at his satisfied, cum-guzzling slut. His hand lowered to caress my cheek and I pressed willingly into it, my eyes shining and a bit of his cream at the edge of my lips. A bit I eagerly stuck my tongue out to clean, slurping up with a content noise from the back of my throat.

"Dinner's here." Mr. Poln finally spoke, arching an eye. It was only a few seconds after that we heard another car draw near, complete with the sound of a car door shutting and the beep of an alarm lock. "But...sounds like so is Mr. Grace."

Dinner would have to wait. A girl had to eat, but...a girl really, really had to fuck.

Mr. Poln and Mr. Grace together were my two favorite cocks; the skilled member that I had learned from first and that dark, thick monster that was so wonderful at spearing me as deep as I could manage. It was thrilling to be in their presence again and I was practically trembling from anticipation while I changed clothes in the bathroom, shaking and shivering from the excitement rushing across me. Though I still had regular sex with both of them to have them together was a true treat, and I had made sure to plan appropriately for the occasion by purchasing a lovely negligee. My schoolgirl outfit had been tossed aside and instead I pulled up lacy red stockings that matched the color of my bra and panties, and overtop that I slipped into a silky fabric that caressed over my shoulders and down my back, making me look just a bit more mature than my eighteen years. I let my hair down from its pigtails to complete the transformation, and by the time I looked at myself in the mirror I knew how much my favorite two men would love it. I kept my glasses on so I could get a good view of all the fun, but beyond that there weren't many traces of the timid Kim that they used to know. Even the Kim that made a show of being the "good girl" during school only until she could start sucking cock had vanished for the moment, replaced instead with the mature, sensual woman that now stood in the bathroom.

I smiled, and took a deep, hungry breath. Time to get fucked.

When I moved out into the room both of my teachers gazed at me approvingly, and neither one of them seemed particularly interested in waiting. It was with a strong hand from Mr. Poln around my wrist that I was led quickly towards the bed, right where I was laid flat on my back with my head dangling over the edge. Mr. Poln took the initiative by kneeling before me and lifting up my legs, and as he lined his cock up with my wet, hungry pussy, peeling my panties aside, I could hear his voice fill the room.

"Let's see how long you can go tonight, Kim." He practically growled, and I could feel his tip pushing against my pussy. "Maybe set a new record." I was certainly up for it. By the time Mr. Poln pushed himself inside and I once more felt the thick entrance of his cock into my slit, Mr. Grace had pulled towards my head where it hung over the edge of the bed. His dark, brown member was swinging before me already almost entirely stiff, and my cheeks went red as I knew just what was coming next. I could deepthroat Mr. Poln easy enough, but Mr. Grace? He was more than a mouthful even for a well trained teenage slut.

"Good to see you again, Kim." Mr. Grace finally announced, but he didn't give me a chance to respond before shoving his cock inside. My eyes opened wide as I felt that mammoth member slide right past my lips and into my mouth, finally moving deep in my throat as he started to fuck my mouth. I groaned in delight, my hands moving up to fondle my own breasts through my bra and my legs moving to close around Mr. Poln's waist. Trapped between two thick and happy cocks, my favorite place to be.

Mr. Poln's thrusts were hard but slow while Mr. Grace fucked my mouth, and the two older men found a good rhythm of keeping me always on edge and always craving more. Mr. Grace's enormous cock was enough to strain my deepthroating skills and he made sure to keep me in my place by pulling his length free, only to swipe it hard against both of my cheeks and smear my spit over my slutty, smiling face. Once I'd be properly cockslapped he'd shove his length back into my throat anew, and the slow pistoning of both of my teachers continued. It was clear that it was just a buildup for something more to come, that this was the equivalent to foreplay between the three of us. There was no romance and no intimate kissing; just two older men making immediate use of their personal teenaged fucktoy.

A fucktoy that, simply put, loved every second of it.

Sure enough, after enough deep thrusts from Mr. Poln to keep me burning in desire and enough long sucks on Mr. Grace's cock to keep it nice and wet, both of my teachers pulled me up from the bed to force me into a new position. I moaned like a proud little slut as Mr. Grace laid flat and swung me into his lap, making me straddle his waist while I looked down into his eyes. Instantly that enormous black cock squeezed into my tight wet pussy, and I was left gripping the sheets as I whined in desperate glee as he pierced me. Inch by inch Mr. Grace sunk his cock into my entrance, and like usual it was a hell of a big length to endure. I shuddered and twitched and trembled from how far it pierced me, but I knew that it wasn't nearly over yet. I looked back over my shoulder to where Mr. Poln was ready to slide towards me from behind, and my voice filled the air between us with no small amount of delight.

"My ass is ready for you, Mr. Poln." I whispered, all while my cunt was tightly gripping that glorious black cock. "Make sure not to pull out, okay? That goes for either of you."

Not that they would've considered doing so. I groaned in delight when Mr. Poln eased into my ass and it took us quickly into a proper steady rhythm of fucking, my holes battered between my two favorite cocks as I rotated back and forth against them. With Mr. Grace stretching my slit and fucking me down to my core and Mr. Poln piercing my ass I was as happy as I had ever been during my senior year, and I made sure to let them know it with a series of lewd moans, happy noises, and constant begging for more. I had gone a long way from the shy girl giving her first blowjob, and trapped between those two men I sounded off my lewd liberation as loud as I could manage.

"Fuck! Yes, fuck me, fuck me, harder! God, my pussy feels so good! You're so deep in my ass! Guuuuuuuh, you both better cum in me, cum deep!" Sweat lined my brow while I was claimed by both of them, and I made sure to look at myself in the motel mirror across the room. Hair a mess, glasses eschew, and getting rammed by two men twice my age. Fucking. Glorious. My breasts swung back and forth within my bra and though I wanted to release them I needed my hands to hold against the mattress, knowing I fully lacked the ability to stay up without that support. There'd be time to show them off later, I knew as much. This was only the first fuck of the night between the three of us, and experience had taught me both of my teachers could be downright insatiable.

When I started to have a loud and thrashing orgasm it was enough for both Mr. Poln and Mr. Grace to join in, each of them tensing up as their cocks pulsed and throbbed against my walls. It was hard for me to collect myself through the haze of sweaty delight but I'm sure that Mr. Grace was the first to cum; that unmistakable rush of his cream into my pussy was always enough to make me melt. His cock already filled me so deeply and entirely that there was practically nowhere for his heavy load to go, and I could feel with a shudder as cum escaped my slit and danced down his shaft, making a little warm pool for me to settle in while he hilted me. From behind me Mr. Poln was shaking in his own impending climax, his cock trembling and starting to pulse, shooting rope after rope of sticky white straight into my rear. It was enough to give me an aftershock of an orgasm, my body tensing and my voice rising, and that warmth filling my seat was a perfect match to the load in my pussy. I was pressed tight against both of my favorite men, their cocks hilting in each of me and cum leaking around their members.

My favorite spot to be in for certain; caught between them both, hilted with two wonderful cocks, and filled utterly with cream.

I was, as they had made me, a wonderful little slut that was eager to fuck, suck, and be filled. And there was no better way to thank them for their hard work in training me than to let them enjoy me through the entire night. No sooner did I start to pull off of Mr. Grace's cock was I ready to suck again, and I found my mouth wrapped around his dark member even as both my lower holes leaked lines of thick, warm cream.

The pizza was left sitting untouched for hours upon hours, because there were far more important things that needed to go into me.

A girl had to fuck.

End of Chapter 15.

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