Swipe the keycard. Elevator hums up to the 12th floor of this bland airport hotel. Runway lights flicker outside the window. I’m in transit, 18 today, craving anonymity. My three cousins—Evelyne, Martine, Marie-France—meet me in the lobby. Hugs, giggles. Hot Saturday afternoon. We hit the hypermarket in the mall below. Cart rattles. Lingerie aisle, nearly empty in the heat.
“Try these,” I say. They laugh, dart to the corner. Squat low, knees wide. Three bare pussies flash right at me. Pink lips glistening. “Get up, someone’ll see.” They rise, smirking. We finish shopping. One whispers, “Liked your birthday gift?”
The Steamy Layover
Load bags into the rental car. I hold doors. Each lifts skirt slow, spreads legs wide. Wet slits wink. My front passenger hikes hers, fingers her pussy. Dips it under my nose, then my mouth. Salty sweet. Bermuda tents hard. Elevator back up, corridor echoes empty.
Room key beeps. Unpack groceries on the desk. “Look what you did to me,” I groan, bulge throbbing. “Prep for your gift,” they tease. Lights dim. Clothes fly. Naked, they pin me to the king bed. Fingers trace feet, calves, thighs. Circles close on my stiff cock. One probes my ass—electric jolt.
Kisses rain everywhere. Lips on balls, shaft, belly. No sucking. Then legs straddle my face. Pussy hovers inches away. “No touching.” Tongue flicks pubes soaked in juice. She dips, nose buried in folds. Wet trails cheeks. Hands tease my cock endless. Hour of torture. They rotate pussies on my face. Smells mix, can’t tell who. Finally, a hand pumps. I explode, draining.
“Happy birthday.” Champagne pops. Shower steam fills the bath.
The Wild Transit
Later, Evelyne bounces in, skirt up. Drops soaked panties on my face. Creamy mess. “Fun night?” Smell screams yes. Jealousy spikes. “Wash up.” She grins. “You do it.” Shower jets her body. She squats, legs spread. Soap hands, lather pussy front back. Finger her rosebud, then dive inside. Hit G-spot. She bucks, screams, squirts. Cousins peek. Eyes change—hungry.
Night falls. Rotating beds. Martine first. Spoon, cock hard against ass. She grabs it. “Show me what you did.” On back, knees wide. Fingers plunge, clit rub. Moans build to cries. Others watch light on. She jerks me off. We cum together.
New rule: rotate nightly. Hands only, no mouths, no fucking. Tease thighs with cockhead, but stop. Hotel bar one night—miniskirts, no bras. They grind strangers. Jealous, I bail. Masturbate to images.
Surprise game. Lights out. Unknown cousin slips in naked. Kiss trail feet to pubes. Bite nipples. Fingers fuck to orgasm. Voice reveals Marie-France. She stares, milks slow, speeds at end. Perfect release.
Morning light on tarmac. Pack valises. Swipe keycard out. Bellhop grabs bags. Plane waits. Bodies ache with memories. Pussies flashed, juices tasted, hands drained. Transit done. Back to anonymity.