The night started like any other night for a 21 year old guy on vacation. My friend and I were in our room taking shots and getting ready to go paint the town. Sunburned and tipsy, we walked down the main strip looking for the right place, the first of which was an old, rundown bar that our dads told us about when they were young. “If you leave that place without a girl, you just need to give it up.” The stories they told greatly exaggerated the current state of this hole-in-the-wall. The outside was faded and stained from years of sun and rain abuse. The palm trees propped up with wooden stakes from where a hurricane had bent them just a few weeks earlier. An eerie deep yellow glow shined through the front door, indicating poor and out-of-date lighting. “What the hell, let’s give it a try.” So we paid our entry fee and walked in. The bar was hazy from the cigarette smoke and full of people in their late 50s, some of them resembling wrinkled leather from the relentless sun. The sound of classic rock and talks of “the old days” filled the air. “These people have probably been here since our parents,” my friend said. I smiled. Hell, he’s right. “We already paid to get in here, let’s just grab a drink and we will split. First up, a beer in a frosted mug. We couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on us. It was probably the first time they had seen anyone under 40 walk through those doors in years. I couldn’t help but overhear the older gentleman next to us shift his talking point to, “you know what’s wrong with today’s generation…?” Ugh…I’m going to need something stronger. I looked over at my friend, “shots?” I asked him. He nodded. “Bartender, 4 shots of whiskey, please.” Without a word, the bartender shuffled over to us, poured out shots, and walked off. He didn’t seem too thrilled. It was almost as if he was supposed to be home by now. I looked over at my friend, “ready? 3…2…1” and we raced to see who could down their shots faster. My buddy, coughing and hitting his chest after the last shot, put his head on the table and let out a deep breath. For someone 60lbs heavier than me, he sure was a lightweight. About that time, I heard heels clacking across the wooden floor, “I’M SO SORRY I’M LATE!!” Her voice was…angelic. Nothing like the raspy cigarette stained voices I had gotten used to hearing in this place. I turned to look. I tried to play it cool, but I could feel my eyes widen almost immediately. I nudged my friend, “what in the hell is someone like that doing here?” He couldn’t believe it either. Long, wavy black hair, emerald green eyes that almost glowed in the dim light of the bar, and a small, thin face with the most delicate features. A nose stud gleaming like a disco ball. A tight fitting flannel with a only a few buttons fastened in the middle, showing off her naval and just enough cleavage to keep your attention. Frayed and damaged Daisy Dukes pulled over her fishnet stockings, the pockets were longer than the shorts themselves, accentuating her long, tan legs, thigh tattoo, and open toed heels that came just above her ankles. This woman was an absolute goddess. “Bout time you got here!” The bartender grumbled before he walked off. “Holy shit…she’s walking towards me! Be cool. Stay calm,” I told myself as I was trying to swallow the heartbeat in my throat.” “You boys aren’t from around here, are you?” Good God, she smelled even better than she looked. “What makes you say that?” I asked. “It isn’t every day that we see a young, good looking guy like yourself walk in here. This place is where the older guys come to relive their glory days.” Good looking? Don’t say anything stupid. She’s interested. Or just trying to get one hell of a tip. Either way, it’s working. “We came here every year with our parents when we were young. Our dads always talked about this place, so we thought we’d see if all their stories were true.” She laughed, her smile was brighter than the atrocious lights they had hanging from the rafters. “I tell you what, how about we get to know each other a little better? Next few rounds are on me.” Damn, she’s smooth. She poured us a few more shots each, and we filled the air with conversations about where we are from, throwing in as many funny stories as I could just to catch another glimpse of her smile. The whole time, she was leaned over the bar, inches from my face, with her arms crossed, pressing her supple breasts together. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “If you boys want to stay a little longer, we can go back to my place and have an after party. One more round, on the house.” How could I say no to that? When we finished off our drinks, she leaned in even closer. Her lips barely touching my ear. “I’m about to start locking up. If you boys will wait on me outside, I’ll join you in a few. You will wait for me, won’t you?” Goosebumps covered my arms as I nodded. True to her word, she was outside. She walked towards me, almost skipping. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek, “follow me to my car and we’ll go to my place.” Halfway to her house, we hear snoring from the back seat. “Seems like your friend can’t hang. It’s a shame. He’s going to be missing out.” I shifted in my seat to hide the erection that was slowly creeping down my leg. When we arrived, I woke my friend up and we walked inside her house. He flopped down on the couch and let out another loud exhale. “Asleep already?” She said with a smile. “I was hoping to enjoy the afterparty in the living room, now it appears as if we will have to move it to my bedroom.” A mixture or hormones and adrenaline filled my body as I grabbed a couple of bottles off of her counter as she was grabbing the glasses, and we walked to her room. She peeked back to make sure I was following, and I was, closely. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable if you don’t mind.” she said. “By all means,” I replied. Right in front of me, she unfastened her shirt and dropped it straight to the floor. “Much better,” she said with a giggle. “You know, I’ve always heard that bras are pretty uncomfortable.” I mustered up the courage to say. She giggled again. She’s driving me crazy. “Is that so? Why don’t you come over here and take it off, then? It’s awfully difficult to reach the clasp. I have to get my roommate to help me sometimes.” “Roommate?” I asked. “Yeah, but don’t worry about her. She’s asleep. She works during the day.” I walk over to her and reach behind her, her breasts pressing into my chest. She gives me a peck on the neck as I unclasped her bra. As it fell to the floor, I couldn’t help but notice that her perfect breasts never budged after being released. I quickly found my mouth gravitating towards her nipples. “That’s what I love about younger men, they don’t waste any time.” My lips outlined her areolas and my tongue flicked her nipple, which was progressively getting harder. I gently sucked her nipple and gave it a nibble before moving onto the next one, repeating the same process. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back in between her aroused gasps. She walked to the bed and held one leg up, indicating that she wanted me to take her shoes off. The first one came off. Her well pedicured toes finding my lips as I tried to stay focused on removing the other shoe. When it came off, both of her feet slowly went down my chest, stomach, and hips until they finally found their resting place on my throbbing cock. She squeezed it with her toes, “what have we here?” she said with a seductive look in here eyes. She sat up, unbuttoned her shorts, and slid one hand down them as she grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. “This needs to come off.” She bit my collar bone and quickly kissed it. Working her magic all the way down to my belt. It felt so incredible that I couldn’t seem to open my eyes. I heard a jingle, then felt my shorts turn loose. A firm grip on my pulsating cock was quickly met with a warm, wet feeling. Her tongue making circles around my head. Good God this woman knew what she was doing. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have her. I gently grabbed a handful of her wavy hair and pulled her to her feet, then pushed her onto her bed. I quickly removed her shorts. Her pussy was glistening, she was soaked. I grabbed her legs, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and threw her legs over my shoulders. I buried my face between her thighs. Kissing, licking, sucking every inch of her that I could get my lips on. She tastes like heaven. Her hips begin to rotate as I trace the cursive alphabet over her clit with my tongue while alternating pressure and speed. Her legs are starting to quiver. She’s about to cum. She starts to shake violently as she puts her feet on my shoulders. She tries pushing me back, but I grab her legs harder to keep her from getting away. “Fuck, Fuck, FUUUUUUCK!!!” She screams as she yet again grabs another handful of my hair. She forces my head back and our eyes meet. “Get inside me. NOW.” Overly excited, I grabbed my shorts to get a condom, ripped it open, and dropped it on the bed. She quickly grabs it and puts it in her mouth. “What in the hell is she doing?” I think to myself. She grabs my ass and pulls me closer, inhaling my cock. She pulls her head away, and the condom is on. I was shocked. I didn’t even know what was possible. She looked up at me, still quivering from before. “GET. IN. ME. NOW!” I grabbed her throat and pushed her head down, spread her legs, and forced myself inside of her. The bed is stained from how wet she is. I start of with long, slow thrusts. Her nails digging into my back. Her body was glistening from the sweat in the moonlight. She was moaning with every thrust, which were getting a little faster and harder. I lean in and start sucking on her nipples while my hands were tightly clinched around her waist. I felt her body start to tense up again right before she orgasms, squirts, and screams loud enough to wake the dead. And she did just that. Her roommate opens the door without a single knock. Startled, I pushed myself inside of her as deep and fast as possible as she let out a gasp and dug her nails into my back as hard as she could. I felt a trickle down my back. “Blood or sweat?” I wondered. The roommate was a petite blonde, wearing only a bra and panties, with small beasts and a plump ass. Her skin was bronzed. She was a fit girl with a naval ring. Her facial features were overshadowed by the frown on her face. “Who in the fuck is that passed out on our couch?!” She demanded. “Get out of my room!” “I can’t sleep with all of your screaming!” She replied, trying to hide the smirk on her face. I noticed she was turned on, her cheeks were flushed. “would you like to join us?” I asked. I feel like the worst she could say was no. The smirk became a smile, and she walked closer. When she got next to the bed, she put her hand on my stomach and pushed me back, and quickly grabbed my cock and started aggressively stroking it. Our eyes were locked. She had beautiful eyes, too. They were a grayish blue color, like the clouds at a beach right before a storm. She reached over to her friend and started rubbing her soaking wet pussy with her other hand. “How old are you?” She asked. “I…I’m 21” I said. It was hard to concentrate with two gorgeous women playing with me. The roommate looks over at her friend, who is still laying on her soaked bed trying to catch her breath, and says, “let’s teach this young man a thing or two.” I was easily 8 inches taller than this woman, and weighed at least 80lbs more, but I fell to the bed when she pushed me like I was nothing more than a feather she was brushing off of her shoulder. She straddles me, “I’m going to make this quick, I have work in the morning,” pulls her panties to the side, and eases me into her. She was wet. She had been playing with herself while listening to me and her roommate. Naughty girl. “Sit on his face!” She commands the brunette. She didn’t hesitate. As she was straddling my face, I saw she blonde grab the back of her head and start kissing the brunette. The blonde started rotating her hips while she slowly bounced up and down on my cock. I could feel her dripping down my balls. The brunette was rocking back and forth between my nose and my outstretched tongue, just to make sure she hit all the spots. Both of them kept the same tempo. It was incredibly arousing. Suddenly, the blonde’s legs started to tense up, “When I cum, you cum” she said, almost out of breath. About that time, almost like clockwork, they both picked up the pace. “I’m going to cum!” I wanted to say, but the brunette’s body had other plans. Both roommates grabbed each other tight as their orgasmic moans harmonized and filled the air. The blonde quickly rolled off of me, pulled off the condom, and started stroking me. Faster. Faster. Faster. They were pushing at each other as if they were fighting for my cum. I couldn’t resist it anymore, and gave them exactly what they wanted, my hot cum spraying both of them across the nose and mouth. As they kissed, the cum stretched from their lips, and the blonde looked at me and said, “Thank you, you can go now.”