Booker and Erika stay

"How about we just turn the lights out," said Fred, and the crisis was solved.

Booker climbed on top the closest bed and laid on his back on top of the covers while Meat quickly climbed under his covers. The girls got ready for bed in the bathroom. When they finished and turned out the light, the motel room was plunged into darkness. No one had shut the door to the next room and Booker could clearly hear whispering and kissing. Erika slipped into bed beside him and snuggled into the crook of his arm. Booker listened to the other couples.

"What's wrong? God I'm horny. How come it's not getting bigger? Don't you like me? I must have had too much to drink."

"Ow," said Meat, suddenly from the next bed, "Quit pulling on it so rough."

"Then get hard damn it," said Amanda.

Erika was running her hand across his chest. Booker grabbed her head and pushed her down. "Suck on it again," he said loud enough the others could hear.

Booker felt her hair brush across his chest and then her lips kissed his stomach. They didn't linger, it was as if she were in a hurry to take his cock in her mouth again. She was leaning across him sucking on the tip and Booker leaned over, grabbing her ankle. He pulled her onto him in the sixty-nine position.

"Your pussy's soaked, you horny little slut," he said, and there was a feminine gasp in the next bed. Soon the room was filled with slurping sounds and soft moans from Erika's throat.

The desire to please Booker was all she could think of as she tried to take more of his cock down her throat. It was getting easier as her throat loosened up, but then Booker's tongue ran up her slit and her world exploded. She reared up crying out with pleasure, squeezing her lips tight as she realized everyone could hear her. She had never cum before and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. It only renewed her determination to give Booker the best blow job he'd ever had. It was hard to concentrate though, as his skillful tongue was already triggering another orgasm to build up.

Many minutes later, "My pussy can't take any more," whispered Erika, then she squealed as Booker moved his tongue up to her ass. It felt weird, but nice and she wasn't about to tell him what to do. She would submit to whatever he wanted.

"I'm cumming," groaned Booker.

"Finally." Came Meat's voice in the darkness.

"Its been twenty-eight minutes," whispered Amanda back. "My god, it sounds like Erika's drowning. Are those gulping sounds? I think she's swallowing it!"

In the next room, Allyce almost slipped on her way to the bathroom. She bent down to feel the object. It was an article of clothing. A strange, intoxicating smell was coming from it and she sniffed, then took a deeper whiff. It smelled of sex and she liked it. She carried it into the bathroom with her and turned the light on. It was the black man's briefs. It didn't matter, she buried her nose in the fabric and breathed the smell in. It made her hornier and she didn't think she could be any hornier then she was now. Allyce looked in the mirror at herself holding the underwear to her nose. She was nude except for her skimpy panties and she could see a wet spot forming near her crotch. Her hand found its way under the waistband and a finger brushed along her slit. God that felt good. The guy she was with was getting ready to go back to his room embarrassed by his impotence. As soon as he was gone, she'd play with her pussy for a while. She left the bathroom, stopping near the door to the next room, the smell of sex was even stronger coming in from that room. It made her wish she were in there with Booker instead of Erika. Once she thought of herself with the huge black man, the idea wouldn't leave her mind, though it was something she'd never do.