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In the early 70?s, Coors beer was not distributed east of the Mississippi River and easterners with more dollars than sense would pay double what it cost me to buy Rocky Mountain Kool-Aid. So my Christmas vacation trip back to New England centered on loading my old, but reliable car with cases of Coors. As a college student, I had lots of energy but little cash and most of what I had was invested in eight cases of beer leaving me with enough to get gas and some food during the trip east. Steve, one of my classmates, was also heading east and he proposed that he and his fiancée, Amanda, go with me. They would pick up half the cost of gas and tolls. I didn?t try to argue that they should pay two-thirds of the costs. With them along, we would be able to drive straight through, stopping only for gas and to empty our bladders. There would be no need to spend a night in some motel. Even one night in the cheapest flea-infested motel would eat into my cash reserves and I had no interest in trying to catch a few winks at some rest area on the Interstate in winter. The deal was made and when school let out a few days before Christmas, the three of us piled into my car and we headed out. Our destination was the home of Steve?s parents outside Philadelphia, a 27 hour drive. Once I dropped off Steve and Amanda, another three and a half hours of driving would get me to my uncle?s house in Danbury, CT.

Steve had been a roommate of mine for a semester when we were freshmen so he was more than an acquaintance but not what I would call a close friend. For a number of reasons, he annoyed me but I could tolerate him for the duration of the trip east and, a few weeks later, the return to Boulder. Steve had met Amanda six months earlier when she was a senior in high school and they had just gotten engaged. I had seen her around campus but never talked to her. She was pretty, slender, with straight black hair that reached to her waist, pale blue eyes and while her breasts were on the small side, they fit her frame quite well.

Less than a third of the way into the trip, we hit a snag or, more properly, it hit us as a blizzard brought traffic almost to a stop. The plow crews were unable to keep up with the snow and we had no choice but to pull off and find a place to stay for the night which was no easy task as we were not the only travelers seeking shelter from the storm. Given our financial straits, we got one room with two double beds for the three of us. Steve suggested that we pull out a six pack of Coors to help pass the time and I reluctantly agreed. Under-aged Amanda didn?t drink beer anyway, so just Steve and I finished off the six-pack while watching weather forecasts on the fuzzy television screen. It looked like the storm would pass that night and travelling would be fine the next day. Somewhere around nine in the evening, Amanda went to the bathroom. When she came out, she had put on one of Steve?s tee-shirts as a night gown. I pulled off my shirt and trousers and crawled under the covers, as did Steve. Once the lights were out, I removed my under shorts. I prefer sleeping nude.

I fell asleep quickly but I am easily woken, unlike Steve. He, I learned during our time as roommates, cannot be woken by something less than an explosion or siren. When my slumber was disturbed by noise, I opened my eyes just a little. The dim light from the window silhouetted Amanda, naked and bouncing on top of Steve. I was a little embarrassed but not enough to stop me from watching through half-shut eyelids. My discomfort at being a voyeur quickly turned to excitement as Amanda gyrated above Steve. Her efforts brought him to a climax quite quickly.

Amanda frantically whispered ?NO! Keep going! Don?t stop! Keep going! Fuck me! I?m not done yet!?

Steve was unwilling or unable to obey her and she moved off him and stood between the two beds. I found myself staring at her shadowed form, looking directly at the darker, triangular shadow made by her bush. I could smell her well-lubricated, cum-filled pussy and that excited me even more. She stood motionless for what seemed ages before walking off to the bathroom. The bathroom light came on and I opened my eyes fully. In the other bed, Steve had rolled onto his side, facing towards the window and was already snoring softly.

I heard Amanda leaving the bathroom and shut my eyes, lying on my back. She had not turned the light off. I heard her soft footsteps come up by the bed but no sound of her climbing in next to Steve. I felt her breath on my cheek as she whispered ?You were watching. Did you like what you saw??

Opening my eyes, I turned my head towards her. Her hair hung down framing her small breasts with long nipples just begging to be sucked.

?Hell, yes!? I whispered back.

She pulled the covers down and placed her hand on my rock hard cock.

?Steve never takes his time and always finishes before I do. I usually have to take care of myself after he goes to sleep but not tonight. You?ll help me, right??

I cast a glance past her to Steve, still turned away, still sound asleep. Amanda did not wait for me to answer but swung one leg over mine to straddle my thighs. She stroked my cock for briefly before lifting herself up and settling down on it. I drew my breath in sharply as I felt my cock fill her tight, hot, wet pussy. She began moving forward and back, stroking me with rhythmic pleasure. After several minutes, she seemed no closer to orgasm and I feared that I, too, would disappoint her by coming too early. To forestall this, I rolled to move her beneath me, pulling out long enough to let the urge subside before I re-entered her soaked cunt. I held myself just high enough so that her long, hard nipples brushed against my chest as I thrust into her. Finally, her hips bucked up, her nails raked my back from shoulders to waist and she climaxed. I convulsed right after she did, loosing a hot load inside her. I dropped to her side, spent.

Amanda got up, grabbed the tee-shirt which she had left on her bed, and headed back into the bathroom. This time, when she came out, she turned off the lights and crawled in beside Steve.

In the morning, the storm had passed but the going was still a bit slow as the road crews continued to remove snow and ice. What should have been a twenty hour drive took us nearly twenty-five hours. We arrived at the home of Steve?s parents at 11 AM two days before Christmas. His parents had never met Amanda before and were all over her, smiling, complimenting her on how pretty she was, how Steve was so lucky and what a good wife she would make him. I bit my tongue.

In the evening, Steve?s older brother, Derek, showed up. A burly construction worker living in Wilmington, Derek made no attempt to hide his pleasure at seeing Amanda. He was practically leering and drooling but if anyone noticed, they said nothing within my earshot. Steve thought we should celebrate the family reunion by pulling out two more of my precious six-packs and I went along with the idea. Steve?s parents declined to join us youngsters in the living room and retired for the night.

Only two cans of beer were still surviving when Steve and Amanda bid Derek and me good-night and headed upstairs to his bedroom. Shortly afterwards, we could hear a steady thumping as Steve fucked Amanda again. Derek laughed out loud and I wondered if the noise would wake the parents or if they were sound sleepers like their son. Whatever the case, the thumping ended just as quickly as it began.

Ten minutes later, as Derek and I were polishing off the final two beers, Amanda walked into the living room, once more wearing Steve?s tee-shirt as a nightgown. Derek and I watched her appreciatively as she proceeded to the center of the living room and sat on the floor. She crossed her legs, knees wide apart, which left her red, unsatisfied pussy quite visible to us. Derek gave me a ?Get lost!? look which I ignored. Amanda moved one hand up her inner thigh then began rubbing her clit with her index finger and inserted her middle finger into her pussy. Derek outright told me to leave the room.

Amanda interrupted. ?No. I want him to stay. I want both of you to stay.?

Derek looked at her then turned to me, saying ?Fine, but I go first.? He stood, peeled off his clothes. Six foot two, maybe 250 pounds of hard muscle beneath a lot of hair made Derek quite impressive (and, to me, slightly intimidating), but the most impressive part of him was momentarily hidden from my view. Amanda, though, could see his huge, erect dick and practically shrieked with joy. She pulled off the tee-shirt, lay flat on the carpet and spread her legs wide. Derek dropped down and promptly slid his cock into her. His large frame completely hid hers from where I sat, so I moved to one side to watch as I slowly removed my clothes and awaited my turn.

After a minute or so of fucking her flat on the floor, Derek placed his hands under her ass and moved to his knees as he lifted her up so her head, shoulders and feet were the only parts of her on the floor. With her legs spread so wide, I had a good view of what had to be a nine inch tool plunging in and out of Amanda.

She was able to take this treatment for a few minutes longer then her hands clawed at Derek?s hairy, muscular back and she cried out, too loudly for my comfort, in orgasmic ecstasy. Derek let go of her and sat back on his feet. I wondered if Amanda would need, want or allow me to have sloppy seconds. The answer to that thought came fast as she cleaned off her cum-soaked pussy with the tee-shirt and moved to her hands and knees, her ass pointing right at me. I moved in quickly and slipped my dick into her. Derek had stretched her out quite a bit so she wasn?t as tight as she had been in the motel two nights earlier. I pounded her as hard and fast as I could and she met each of my thrusts with a rearward push of her own. I practically exploded but kept on going until she collapsed forward and away from me to the carpet, her pussy once more dripping a fresh deposit of sperm. This, too, soon was wiped off by the tee-shirt.

After she had recovered her breath, Amanda put the cum-stained tee-shirt back on and went upstairs. Derek, dressed only in his shorts, followed. They may have gone to their separate rooms or they may have gone to his. No noise from upstairs gave me a hint about which one was the case. I got the blanket that the parents had left for me, put it on the couch and was soon fast asleep.

I woke early the next morning to the smell of coffee brewing. The parents were in the kitchen preparing breakfast but Derek, Steve and Amanda had not yet come downstairs. I decided to head out without seeing them. I thanked the parents for their hospitality and made a gift of the last six pack in the opened case to the dad.

Two weeks later, I was back to pick up Steve and Amanda for the return trip to Colorado. The door opened almost immediately after I rang the bell. Steve was there, his small suitcase in hand and he practically ran me over as he headed towards the car, saying ?Let?s go.?

?Where?s Amanda?? I asked.

?Fucking slut, I could fucking give a shit.?

?Oops,? I thought, ?something happened.?

On our way, Steve told me that his folks had found Amanda and Derek fucking in the living room on New Year?s Day. The scene that followed was bad, I gathered. Derek was told to leave and Amanda left with him. After telling that, Steve pretty much shut up for the whole ride back to Boulder.

A few weeks later, Steve got a call from his brother. Derek, too, had been betrayed by Amanda, Steve told me while laughing. He had gone home from work early one day and entered his apartment to find her being tag-teamed by two guys she picked up somewhere.

?Can you believe that? She fucked TWO guys at the same time!?

?No,? I lied, ?I just can?t.?

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