A visitor

Amanda left. I laid back and dreamed about our future. I could smell her hair on the pillow case. Her pussy on the sheets. Daydreaming got me hard.

A knock at the door. I assumed it was Amanda. I didn’t even consider it could be housekeeping. I ran to the door with my stiff erection leading the way.

I opened the door to a skinny redhead.

Maggie’s smiled widened, “You sure know how to thank a girl for a favor.”

She stepped in, shut the door behind her, tossed my duffle bag down. She grabbed my dick and pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me and stroked me moving back to the bed.

I was stunned. I let it happen.

When my ass touched the bed and she kneeled down in front of me, I finally came to my senses. “We can’t do this?”

“Why not?” She teases me with her tongue, quickly swirling it on my cock head. “No way you’re exclusive with Amanda. Y'all went on one date.” Her lips enclosed on my cockhead and she sucked hard until her mouth came off with a pop. “And didn’t you say your cock and my pussy were made for each other?”

She was too aggressive. I was horny and throbbing. The thought of her perfect pussy leaked pre-cum out of my cock.

She smiled and licked it up. “It’ll be fast. Amanda will never know. Plus you do owe me for bringing your stuff.”

I couldn’t argue with that. It’s not like I had any money to pay her. A high five and a hug wasn’t worth what she did for me.

Her gorgeous redhead bobbed up and down in my lap. She slurped on my cock.

“Maggie…” I involuntarily moaned while trying to tell her to stop. “I don’t want you to suck my dick.”

She stopped. Her blue eyes looked up at me, “What do you want me to do? Ride you? Bend over?”

“I want Amanda,” I said plainly, hoping that explained everything.

“I can put on her slacks and button-down blouse. Give you a flowchart on how to eat my pussy.”

She stood up and took off her pants. Climbed onto the bed. Straddled me.

“Have you told Amanda that I taught you everything that you know? Every trick you’ve done to make her come, you’ve done to me.”

I shook my head, “She has an issued with the number of girls I’ve been with. She saw the bathroom stall with there were ten tallies. She freaked out.”

Maggie laughed, “Ten tallies. That was soooo long ago. You were a baby then. Now it looks like a prisoner serving a life sentence beneath your picture. I think you’ve fucked every girl at camp.”

She sat and rubbed her pussy against the length of my flat erection. She wasn’t putting it in. “Tell me about them? Am I still the best.”

“Amanda is the best. We made love this morning. Nothing could top that.”

Maggie laughed, “Oh my god. You are going to get your heart shattered. Tell me about the lifeguards.”

“Uh they invited me out one night. We swam out to the floating down. Me and three girls. They practiced mouth-to-mouth on my dick. Three pretty girls: one of my cock head, one on my shaft, one with my balls. One rode me, one laid face down ass up and took it, Sierra laid on her back, put her ankles on my shoulders and let me pound her causing waves across the lake.”

“Did you use a condom?” I could feel the wetness of her pussy, but I didn’t have the urge to put it in her.

“No.”

“Dirty boy.” She lifted my cock and put it inside her perfect pussy. “I heard what you did with the gymnastics counselor. That was dirty.”

Brooke had just got done with a solo practice. Everyone was at dinner. She was dripping sweat in a sports bra and spandex shorts. She got on her knees in front of me. I slipped my cock under the band of her bra, slid my hard erection between her soft fat tits. Fucked her slick sweaty tits until I blew over her chin and neck. Then she took off her bra, exposing her amazing big tits. I licked and sucked them. Cleaning up cum and sweat alike. It was all salty but those tits were worth it.

Maggie slowly rode me. “I love that you didn’t discriminate. You even fucked the bitch out of Erin. She actually became pleasant to be around.”

I laughed, “Erin was a freak. While she didn’t have the skinny sorority girl looks, she could throw it back. Even used her vibrator at the same time while I was in her.”

Maggie raised her eyebrows. Her hand went down to rub her clit, “I’ll have to try that.”

We were talking so casually. I tried to ignore that we were fucking. “But obviously the biggest freak at camp was Emma. She wanted to apologize for the prank. She invited me to the art studio. Stripped. Got on her knees. Had me face fuck her until she was crying and drooling, snot dangling out of her nose. Then she bent over the table. Her pussy was pierced. She didn’t want it in her pussy though. I fingered her asshole with lube. Lubed up my cock with a condom on. I pushed my cockhead into her little ass. Barely in. She screamed to take it out. She couldn’t take it. I just fucked her pussy. Two fingers in her slick asshole. I could feel my own dick on the other side.”

Maggie smiled, “How many tried you cock and told you to stop because it hurt?”

I thought, “A few. I would always finger them or eat them out. I’d feel bad. Most would jerk me with two hands to finish me out because their jaw would hurt from sucking.”

“Did you cover their faces with cum?”

“I covered faces, tits, stomachs, but my favorite was lower back tats—they’re like a target.”

Maggie look down at me, “This is the longest you’ve ever lasted.”

The drug of her pussy had worn off. I had a new addiction. I know it sounded mean, but she hopped on my dick without consent. I said, “It’s because I don’t want to fuck you. I’m paying you back for your favor.”

“If that’s the case….” She closed her eyes. Focused on the ride. Bounced on my cock until she came.

Got up and pissed.

I went and wiped off my cock. The room smelled like Maggie’s pussy. I opened the window. Put on my clothes she had brought.

We sat on the bed together. Maggie put her hand on my thigh, “There’s one girl I know you didn’t fuck.”

“Who’s that?” I honestly think I had fooled around with every female counselor at camp. Even the Russians—they had invited me to their cabin. We listened to techno and fucked while drinking vodka from a plastic bottle.

“Cass,” Maggie laughed. “That little Mainer has such a crush on you, and you fucked everyone but her.”

“No way. Cass does not have a crush on me.”

“Oh yeah. She doesn’t show it around you, but around me and the office staff, it’s all she talks about. She thinks you’re so sexy. She was going to invite you to stay in Maine after camp ended.”

“She’s like a sister.”

Maggie shrugged, “I’m just letting you know. If you stay in Maine, maybe you should give her a visit. Allow her to make a mark on the bathroom wall.”

I couldn’t believe that news. Cass did not have a crush on me. Maggie was just teasing me about the one I hadn’t fucked. I had even fucked the two women that came in to do the laundry. A mother and daughter—45 and 25. Not at the same time. The mom wasn’t my proudest moment. Her wedding ring pinched my dick while gripping my base while I fucked her. But according to Cass, the daughter used to be the hottest girl in town before she had kids and got fat.

I said, “Cass is my best friend, and Amanda is the love of my life. I’m not messing this up.”

“You’re going to if you keep talking like that. Please don’t say phrases like ‘love of my life’ in front of Amanda.”

The motel door opened.

“Amanda is 20 years older than you. You’ve dated for two days.”

Amanda glared at Maggie.

Oh fuck. Does she smell the sex? Was it obvious we had fucked?

Amanda said, “How do you know how old I am!?”

Maggie fake smiled, “Oh Amanda. I didn’t recognize you dressed like that. You look 22. Just need a lower back tattoo to show off.”

“I’m Jewish so no tattoos,” Amanda said, closing the door behind her. She looked down to my duffle bag, my only belongings. “Thanks for bringing his stuff.”

“Anytime,” Maggie squeezed me. “Camo friends are forever. At least until the summer ends.” She stood up, looked Amanda in the eye, “Be gentle when you let him down. He’s more fragile than he appears.”

Amanda ignored her comment, “Thanks again.” Opened the door and shut it when she left.

A brunette in a ball cap. Nothing sexier.

“You look so fucking sexy.”

Amanda’s eyes narrowed, “You sound aggressive and horny. Did being around a pretty young thing get you worked up?”

“Seeing you in that tight shirt has me worked up. Fuck. I never realized how big your tits were.”

“I don’t flaunt them, especially at a camp with children. It’s called being professional.” She smiled, “And you’re cussing. You must be really horny.”

Her fingers traced her bare midriff right below her belly button and jeans.

I gripped my cock through my pants, “I can’t control myself around you even more.”

She bit her lower lip, “Yeah? Is it because you know what color my thong is?”

“You’ll have to remind me.”

She lifted a red band up past the top of her jeans. “You knew they were red. I saw you gaping as I got dressed.”

“You’re right. I know you’re wearing a black Victoria Secret bra as well.”

She asked, “What’s the size?”

She laughed and stuck out her tongue when I struggled whether to lie or not. Of course I knew the size. I looked through her bras as soon as she left the motel room.

She grinned, “Save all that aggression for tonight when we get to our new place. Let’s go get breakfast then go shopping. I’m tired of seeing you in dirty ripped jeans and cargo shorts.”

“I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.”

“You’ve seen Pretty Woman?”

“Most of it. I didn’t see the end.” I was too busy fucking a hot blonde.

Amanda smiled as if having a realization and laughed, “You are a man-whore. You just didn’t get paid.”

Her only comment about my sexual past and it was a joke. I prayed it stayed that way. I didn’t want my past decisions to negatively affect my future.

I was still so naïve.