Do Not Disturb

“Who’s there?”

RAP RAP RAP

“What do you want?”

RAP RAP RAP

With no one visible through the eyehole, the steady rapping eventually caused Room 619's door to open. A college-aged man with dark-brown hair appeared in only his dress shirt and slacks. His light-brown eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion at the person who stood off to the side. Griffin Green's mouth opened in preparation to issue a demand, but he found himself on the receiving end of what he was about to say.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Wha…Excuse you?” the twenty-two-year-old questioned.

“Who are you? What are you doing in Emerald’s room?” the sixteen-year-old challenged. He slid over to stand in front of the open door while attempting to peer around Griffin.

“Emerald? You have the room wrong, kid. This is my room.”

“No, this is Emerald Foss’s room. She told me to meet her up here. Are you fucking her too?”

“I’m not fucking your—Wait, did you say Emerald Foss?”

“You’re fucking right I said that name. Hold on a frigging second. Emmy’s only sixteen, you sick fuck! That’s statutory rap–” Seth Francy began to accuse before getting cut off.

“That girl is not in here! This is my room. Wait…You’re Stephanie’s little brother, aren’t you?”

“What’s that to you? Are you going to roofie her or something? Is that what you did to Emerald? Emmy! Are you in there? Are you okay? Should I call the police?” Seth yelled into the room.

“I do not have the Foss girl in here! I’m not crazy enough to fuck around with that family. Got that? You Wynwicks are bad enough,” Griffin declared.

His initial attempt to shut the door failed as Seth used his foot to block it.

“Let Emmy go! Let her be free! Free Emmy!” Seth chanted, barely able to keep his laughter at bay. “Free Emmy!”

“I told you she’s not in here!” Griffin bellowed, shoving Seth far enough away to slam the door shut.

BANG BANG BANG

“Go away!”

BANG BANG BANG

“Go away, or I’m calling security,” Griffin threatened while yanking the door open. His unbuttoned dress shirt flapped open. “Who the–”

“Yo, where the party at?”

“What?” Griffin sounded, gawking at the kid who wasn’t Seth.

In fact, the dark-skinned teenager looked several years younger than Seth, and he attempted to walk right past Griffin and into the hotel room. A shot-out arm barely stopped the unwelcomed guest.

"Hey, what's your prob? I wanna party, too."

“There is no party here, kid.”

“Yeah, right. I heard this is the party room for girls with big titties. I want some,” the teenager stated. He ducked down low to scan the room from under Griffin’s arm. “They better be some big titties too. I don’t fuck around with anything less than a D-cup.”

"Big tit—There is no party in this room!" Griffin pointed out, almost flabbergasted by the young teen. He glanced over his shoulder in worry about what Beyza might be hearing. "At least not for you."

“Not for me? Oh, is this a race thing?” Sammy O’Dell challenged, raising up on his tiptoes to appear larger.

“What? No! It’s because you’re ten,” Griffin replied.

“Hey, I’m thirteen, cracker!” Sammy shot back, causing a soft snicker down the hall by the corner.

“Get out of here!” Griffin ordered, pushing the teen out of the doorway.

“That’s ****, man!” Samson stated as the door slammed shut.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The knocker looked over as a large man appeared around the corner. Unsure of what to do as the big fella ambled toward their direction, the knocker did the only thing they could do.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Happy New Year! Having a good night?” the newcomer bellowed with a slur in his words.

“Happy New Year to you–”

The replied greeting got cut off as Room 619’s door whipped open once again.

“I’m going to kill you, you little shit! Oh…” Griffin’s threatening tone trailed off as he saw a girl standing off to the side of his door rather than Seth or Sammy. He was now shirtless.

"Hey! Watch your mouth, buddy," Jeff Lockett roared, swiftly taking the last few steps. "That's no way to talk to a young lady."

Gulping in fear at the angry giant, Griffin’s face dropped its arrogant expression.

“This guy hassling you, sweetie?” Jeff asked in concern.

“No, Mr. Lockett. I must have the wrong room,” Robin Ridge replied, her eyes wide at how the situation had developed.

“That’s okay. It happens. Now apologize,” Jeff ordered. Then, he noticed Griffin watching Robin. “Not her! I’m talking to you. You don’t threaten a girl for knocking on the wrong door. What’s the matter with you?”

“Uh, nothing,” Griffin replied meekly, his confidence deflated. “Um, sorry.”

“Good. Now buzz away,” Jeff commanded, motioning for him to get back into his room.

However, before that happened, a dark-haired teen squeezed past Griffin. He immediately moved to follow Beyza as he called out the shortened form of her name. Only his smaller frame crashed into Jeff’s massive one.

"I think that young lady preferred to leave. I also think you have an issue with women, don't you? I don't like that…Wait, don't I know her?" Jeff attempted to recall Beyza as she hurried toward the far stairway. His drunken state, along with the brief glance at her hand-covered face as she exited the room, left him confused as he could swear he knew that name from somewhere. Still, he directed Griffin to get back inside his room and not come out again tonight. "I'll know."

Griffin nodded as Jeff jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Room 620.

Sensing defeat and an impending tongue-lashing over the aborted plan, Griffin nodded before stepping back inside his room to shut the door. After that part finished, Jeff moved to push his keycard into the slot. However, his shaky hand and double-vision caused him to miss several times.

“Here, let me do that,” Robin offered, taking the keycard.

“Thanks. You’re a good kid,” Jeff slurred. “What room were you looking for?”

“Um…oh! I’m so dumb. I wanted to be on the fifth floor, not the sixth,” Robin made up hurriedly.

The beep led to a click as Jeff opened the door partly. Robin's eyebrows raised while her face blushed as she heard unmistakable sounds inside the room. Jeff appeared in too much of a stupor to notice.

“You be careful. It’s not smart or safe for a pretty girl like you to drink sneak drinks and get lost in a hotel. The elevator is that way,” Jeff said, pointing in the wrong direction.

“Uh, sure, thanks!” Robin said, scurrying off. Once Jeff entered his room, the brunette turned around and headed in the proper direction. Her concerned expression remained until she turned the corner and found the others by the elevator. “Wow, that was close!”

“Great job, Robin,” Daisy praised.

“I didn’t do much. Mr. Lockett’s the one that scared him,” the busty brunette admitted.

“Babe, you win just by standing there,” Sammy said, blatantly checking out the teen’s curves before winking at her.

“Shut it,” Seth ordered, slapping the back of the younger kid’s head.

“Any movement down by Alfie’s room?” Daisy asked into her phone.

“Nothing yet,” Dex reported from his spot on the fourth floor. “What’s going on up there?”

“Your best friend is acting his real age,” Daisy replied, sighing as Seth and Sammy engaged in a slap fight. “Would you two please knock it off?”

Sammy nearly kicked Seth in the groin before Norah stepped in by stomping on a foot.

“Oww! What the hell?!” Seth exclaimed.

“Oh, my, did I step on your foot? I’m sorry. I meant to step on Samson’s,” Norah deadpanned as Sammy laughed at Seth while pointing a finger at him.

“That’s for the frock comment, wasn’t it?” Seth questioned, wincing in pain.

“You said I was dressed like Prudence Goodley,” Norah reminded.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Seth reacted, using a hand to lean against the wall.

“Don’t descend to his level,” Daisy told her protégé. “Thank you for your help, Robin. How did Beyza appear?”

“I guess upset. I can’t really say. She rushed out of the room so quickly. Is she in trouble or something?” Robin asked, her face showing her concern.

“Uh, don’t worry about it. This is a newspaper investigation,” Daisy said dismissively. Although Robin was a nice girl, Daisy didn’t want her blabbing about what happened to her friends. Zoey or Winnie might start asking questions. “Remember that, okay?”

“Right. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Is everything alright? Was there something else?” Norah inquired, noticing Robin’s hesitant expression.

“Um, well, I think somebody was having sex in Mr. Lockett’s room.”

“Really?!” Seth perked up, pushing himself off the wall.

“Why are you still here? Don’t you have a girl to line up?” Daisy questioned, rolling her eyes.

“Now, is that a nice thing to say to your star helper?” Seth challenged. “Shouldn’t I get some reward for saving your plan? You know my room is right over there, Dais.”

“Eww!” Daisy sounded simultaneously as her brother did over the phone.

“That’s my room too!” Dex squealed.

“Don’t you have to find Emerald Foss? You seemed awfully worried about her,” Norah reminded.

“Emerald? Shit, I’m pretty sure that stuck-up bitch is over at the Bumble party. Those things are boring as fuck,” Seth responded. “Besides, Robin’s the one who got this talk turned toward fucking.”

“I did not!”

“Hmm, I bet that Jared Lockett guy is the one fucking in his family’s room,” Seth speculated.

“JoJo!” Robin squeaked, recalling the big topic amongst Zoey’s clique of friends. She didn’t want to mention her near hookup with Jared at the Diamonds’ cabin.

“JoJo? Oh, my,” Daisy said, her hand going to cover her mouth.

“Zoey’s sister?” Dex could be heard asking over the phone.

“Don’t you dare speak that name,” Sammy yelled toward the phone. “Zoey’s mine! You go near her, and I’ll stomp on your dick.”

“Okay, that’s it. I’m taking you back to your babysitter. Complain and I'll have a conversation with Delilah about you, ” Daisy told the thirteen-year-old, shoving him toward the elevator. “Norah, keep an eye on things up here.”

“You have a babysitter?” Seth laughed. “Wait, is she hot?”

A pair of blurry brown eyes stared in bewilderment at the six people on the bed. Split into two groups of three, they appeared to mimic each other's actions. Two tall, muscular young men with tan skin pistoned repeatedly and vigorously into the women on all fours in front of them. Large olive-colored breasts swayed slightly beneath each of the women. Based on the pounding by the young cocks, the big tits would've swung wildly if it weren't for the younger women positioned somewhat under the older ones. The two young, busty brunettes moaned from the pleasurable tonguing they were receiving.

A series of grunts and groans filled the hotel room. The wet slurps of cocks plundering cunts, and tongues lashing pussies, slowly brought the tableau to its true form for Jeff. The two groups and six people merged into one group with three components filling the sandwich. Gabby oh-ed and ah-ed with each thrust, muffled occasionally when JoJo pulled her face back into her pussy. The fact that the cock slamming in and out of his wife belonged to their son blew Jeff's mind. That brain, along with his cock, struggled to decide whether to be outraged, disgusted, or turned on by the lewd, forbidden threesome.

Throughout their nearly two-decade relationship, Gabby often pushed the boundaries when it came to playing with others. Almost always, Jeff came around as his wife made up for her indiscretions with acceptable IOUs of young, gorgeous women. But if Jeff had been upset over Gabby fucking an old friend's son, his fury rose like an impending volcanic eruption at bringing Jared into her bed.

"Oh. Oh. Oh," JoJo cried in almost a chant. Her curvy body writhing side to side at the incredible pleasure brought by Gabby’s cunnilingus skills.

Jeff’s boiling point paused as his gaze focused on his son’s young lover. A portion of him felt like laughing as he’d witnessed many young women discover their bisexuality because of Gabby. Yet, Jeff didn’t realize just how much soft-spoken JoJo could transform in between the sheets.

"You should stick it in her ass, JarJar," the wanton porn lover suggested. "Plow Mommy with it!"

Gabby's moan came out as a mixture of lust and fear. She loved taking it up the ass, but Jeff was too thick for her or any woman to handle. Would Jared be too big, too? Or would his cock be just the perfect size…big but not enough to wreck me?

“You’re such a troublemaker,” Jared grunted.

“She’s such a little slut,” Gabby added, pulling her head away from JoJo’s glistening lower lips.

“Quiet, Slut Mommy!” JoJo commanded, pulling Gabby by the hair back to her needy kitty.

Jeff’s eyebrows raised as his wife allowed the disrespect. That wasn’t like Gabriela at all. Holy fuck! Has Gabby found her mini-me?

“Take her temperature with your fuckometer. Do it!” JoJo demanded. “Get your ****, Jar–”

Joanne's voice abruptly cut off as her eyes widened at seeing Jeff over Jared's shoulder. Then, those brown eyes smoldered as an impish grin formed. The teenager immediately pushed her lover's mother's face away.

“Breaktime,” JoJo announced before slithering out from underneath the older woman.

"Oh gawd...oh shit... ugh!” Gabby’s free mouth cried from the sensational feel of her son’s cock.

Neither Gabriela nor Jared paid attention as JoJo slid down to the floor. Almost paralyzed by the discovery of his presence, Jeff watched the athletic soccer player crawl between the two beds toward him.

Suddenly, JoJo popped up to stand before Jeff, wearing nothing but a broad smile.

“Papa Wolf,” the new temptress breathed huskily. “It’s time for your tigress cub to take care of you.”

Before Jeff could reply to her strange statement, JoJo threw her arms up to pull the bear of a man down toward her level. Then, her soft curves melted into him as she issued a scorching kiss that counterbalanced his simmering, volcanic rage. The softness of her full lips took shape as they proved demanding and desirable.

“Time to see what created my Big Bad Wolf,” JoJo said before licking her tongue down Jeff’s chin. Her fingers tugged at his dress shirt. “Get this off.”

Nodding slightly, Jeff felt JoJo unbuckle his pants and pull them down while he followed her wishes with his shirt. As soon as his cock was exposed, surprisingly hard after his internal struggle, JoJo wrapped her mouth around it.

The recent virgin cooed as her lips found a huge lollipop head to play with. Taking his candy cane all the way in that she could, JoJo sucked and slurped with all her might. She also took his hands and placed them on her head. Jeff took the hint and wrapped his hands around the back of JoJo's head, slipping his fingers through her brown locks.

JoJo loved how Jeff sensed what she wanted. Letting her head sag, she allowed Jeff to use her mouth however he pleased on his cock. Said mouth bobbed back and forth over her new Papa Wolf’s giant club. Or is it Papa Bear? Ooh, I like that! I can be his honey provider. Whatever nickname or title, his eyes met hers as she looked up from suctioning the top of his cock over and over.

And while JoJo lived out a fantasy of being a ragdoll on a big dick, additional fantasies prompted her to resume an active role. Deciding that she didn’t need to use words to convey her renewed participation, JoJo used her teeth slightly to graze Jeff’s wide shaft.

“Fuck, baby, fuck,” Gabby breathed in a raspy voice from behind them.

"Plug her twat!" JoJo broke off to yell over at the mother and son.

“Do, baby. Plug me,” Gabby agreed with the teen’s suggestion. Lost in their own world of fucking, it didn’t appear as if she or Jared were yet aware of Jeff’s presence.

“Oh, Papa Bear, what a mighty schlong you have,” JoJo said in a singsong voice while stroking it with two hands. Then, she turned her voice deeper. “Better to spear you with, my Tigress.”

Jeff cocked his head to the side in surprise.

“Oh, Papa Bear, what bulging balls you have,” JoJo continued before switching to the second voice gain. “Better to breed you with, my Tigress.”

Jeff’s head snapped back with a start at the teenage vixen’s implication.

“Oh, Momma Slut, I think someone’s about to sleep in your bed,” JoJo called out, finally causing Gabby to look over her shoulder.

“Jeff?!”

"Dad?!" Jared added, turning in shock to see his vacation lover on her knees in front of his father.

“Oh, that did it,” JoJo squealed in delight as she felt the change in the testicle she held. “That’s it, Papa Bear. Make your giant geyser spew your potent porridge!”

“Don’t stop,” Gabby commanded her son. Both continued to watch the scene over their shoulders as Jared resumed his pumping at a slower pace.

“C’mon, Papa Bear! Sugarcoat me! Use that cum cannon!!”

Jeff roared as the first round burst forth. An explosion of white splatter appeared on JoJo’s forehead. The second barrage hit a bullseye on the bridge of the brunette’s nose. The next volley arced higher into the air before dropping down to meet JoJo’s searching mouth. Blast after blast followed, causing plops as the ammunition loads landed on the teen’s neck and several spots on her large D-cups.

"Mmm-mmm," Joanne moaned with pleasure as she swallowed the load she'd caught in her mouth.

“Go Harder. Hard–er!” Gabby bellowed, turned on by her husband painting JoJo’s face and upper chest. “Be a motherfucker!"

"Thank you, Papa Wolf," JoJo said, reverting to her initial nickname for him. "For the warm treat."

“Fuck Mommy, sweetie. Fuck her!”

Hopping to her feet, JoJo reached down to grab Jeff’s semi-hard cock. Gently tugging it, the teenager led him to the empty bed. Twirling him around by his dick, JoJo ended by using a lone finger to poke Jeff in the chest. The older man understood and fell back onto the bed.

“Momma Slut’s busy, Papa Bear. But don’t worry, you can be my daddy for tonight,” JoJo declared, crawling onto the bed.

It didn’t take her dirty-minded mouth long to bring the bear club back to full strength. And it didn’t take JoJo long to bottom it out inside her.