My Night at the West Lake Inn, Part 3

“Let’s towel off and go to the bed,” I said to Ken.

The reply, “Well!!!”, came from Marie. She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, giving me ‘the look’, again. Had she been watching me and Ken shower the whole time? YES! I was so embarrassed. Ken had gotten a towel and was drying himself. I was torn between returning Marie’s gaze at me or watching Ken, with his cock standing proud and strong, dry himself. Part of me felt very uncomfortable ogling her almost-boyfriend right in front of her, her watching my reaction to him. Another part of me lusted after Ken without shame, without regret, with only concern for my pleasure in the moment. Much like the way I had earlier watched Marie lust after Ken.

I didn’t know what to do or say. I could only muster a meek “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s what you asked for. It’s what I agreed to. Go for it!”

“Going for it with your boyfriend in front of you is very embarrassing for me.”

“No one here is judging you, you know. Not me, not Ken. And if you don’t talk about this with anyone, then no one will judge you for the good fucking you want Ken to give you. You are embarrassed because you are judging yourself, probably through someone else’s eyes. Put that person, that lady, outside this motel room. Let the woman in you, the woman who wants to get well fucked, stay.”

Ken chimed in with his own opinion. “After getting me all hot and hard, are you changing your mind? Are you backing out?”

“No. I am not changing my mind. I am too hot and wet myself. I need to continue.”

“Good! Let’s go!” And off Ken and I went to the bedroom. Along the way, Marie spoke up.

“Sarah, when was the last time you had an HIV test?”

“Nine months ago when I was still with you know who. It was negative. I haven’t had sex with anyone since we broke up.”

“And that was around seven months ago, right?”

“Yes.”

“And was he faithful to you?”

“Yes. He was otherwise a jerk, but he never cheated on me. He was as concerned about diseases as I am.”

“Did you go off the pill while you were not having sex?”

“No. I’m still on the pill. It’s a bit of wishful thinking that I might suddenly need birth control because I met a good guy.”

“Kenny and I are disease-free too,”

At the bed, I laid down on my back with my legs spread far apart. I wanted Ken to eat my pussy some more.

“Good position. ‘Cause I want to eat your pussy some more.” Ken had read my mind, ha ha. He went at it pretty good. He more than licked my clit. He licked, kissed, and pulled at my pussy lips. He licked the length of my nether region, circling the opening of my pussy with his tongue. And he didn’t leave my clit alone for very long. He always soon came back to it, and licked, sucked, pushed against it with his tongue, squeezed it by pursing his lips around it. Best of all, Ken took instruction well. He responded to my breathing, groans, and gasps. He followed my hip and leg movements. He let me move his head to where I wanted it to be when I wanted it to be there. It was good. Ken’s pussy eating skills were very good. So good that I had another orgasm.

It was a strong one that made me embarrassed, too embarrassed to open my eyes afterward. I was afraid to see how Marie might be looking at me. I remembered the faces that Ken and Marie made when I watched them orgasm. I have no idea what kind of faces I had been making or what Ken and Marie might think of them. I had not kept track of my moans and groans. I do remember that my last ones were pretty loud. It was during those loud ones that I remember arching my back and pushing my pussy into Ken’s face while pulling his face into my pussy. I just wasn’t quite ready to see their reactions to me. Despite Marie’s reassurances to me in the shower, I was afraid of being judged.

Ken set the timeline for me. He made me have to open my eyes and see their reactions. He had gotten up and pulled me towards him by my legs. I felt his cock rub against my pussy. It was a good sensation. The warmth and hardness of his cock made my pussy wetter, made my heart beat faster, and made my breath quicken in anticipation of the feeling of penetration that was imminent. I opened my eyes to watch Ken’s cock disappear into me. But Ken’s face stole my gaze. He was looking at my pussy with a huge smile on his face. He soon looked up at my face with the same huge smile and asked “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, I did!” I replied. “And I seem to have given you a present.” I motioned to his chin and mouth where my pussy juice had made its way. Ken was wearing my pussy juice like lip gloss and chin gloss, if there is such a thing. He wiped some off with a finger, and then licked it. He did that again. And again and again, until my pussy juice was all gone.

“Delicious! You taste simply delicious!”

“Thank you. Please fuck me!”

“Oh, yeah! I’m going to fuck you!” Ken pushed his cock into me, but slowly. He seemed to savor each inch of my pussy as he felt more of it. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah” he mumbled as half moans. I closed my eyes, let my head fall back onto the pillow, let my mouth open wide, and let soft groans escape from it. The sensations of being stretched open and filled with warmth and hardness were pushing all other thoughts and feelings from my consciousness. I squeezed my pussy muscles around Ken’s cock, almost not by choice because all the muscles in my body were tensing up. I heard Ken groan “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” as I squeezed. Ken pushed deeper into me, and I let out my own moans.

“ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh.” I opened my eyes again to look at Ken’s face, chest, and stomach. I ran my hands all over his torso, rubbing him up and down from his shoulders to his pubic hair and back again. I suddenly remembered that I had not looked at Marie. She had been watching all of this and I didn’t know her reaction. Before I could glance at her, Ken leaned forward and fondled my breasts, caressed my whole chest, rubbed my stomach. He continued down to my clit, rubbing it gently and slowly, I think to tease me. He moved his hands back up my body, over my stomach, over my breasts, to my shoulders. Then his hands made their way back down again to my clit. He rubbed it again but this time faster, harder, and in sync with his deeper and faster thrusts into my pussy. Up again over my stomach and to my breasts, paying more attention to my nipples, onto my shoulders, and this time to my neck and face. Ken caressed my face, feeling my mouth, chin, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, forehead, the way a blind man would feel a face to learn what it looks like, or the way a sculptor feels his work. It felt good to me. I was succumbing to the moment.

I imagined Marie watching my facial expressions, and my increasingly involuntary body movements. I thought of the other motel patrons hearing my moans, groans, ooohs, aaahs, and heavy fast breathing. All that, all those sources of shame, embarrassment, and harsh judgment, were fading from my mind, my consciousness, my thoughts, my everything. With my head thrown back, my back arching, and my groans growing louder, I let myself be overcome with the pleasure of Ken’s cock filling me up and his hands touching me everywhere exciting me beyond words.



Ken leaned forward some, then a bit more, and a bit more again, and still more yet again. Finally, he lay on top of me. We were now in the missionary position, and he was fucking me harder, faster, and deeper, than before. And I was fucking Ken back! I thrust my hips against Ken to rub my clit against his pubic bone. I wrapped my legs around Ken’s waist and held onto him tightly.