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Introduction:

Three suites at the hotel plus an RV out back. Each one filled with high school whores and football jocks.

Chapter 59: Tiffany’s Hotel

Today was the day of my ex-brother-in-law’s funeral. After getting a superb blowjob from my sister and getting to eat my niece’s sweet pussy, we all dressed for the occasion. We made our way to the funeral home and went inside. Funeral homes are somber, morbid places with a dark vibe. I was uncomfortable with that plus seeing some distant family members for the first time in ages.

Everyone was milling about, speaking in hushed tones, nobody smiling. I wanted to be just about anywhere but here. The only high point was seeing many of my cousins. Of course, they had all aged, gray hair was popular, a few more wrinkles. Some of my female cousins had retained their youthful figures; a few were out of shape. I made a mental note of who were still fuckable and who should be passed over.

After the funeral ceremony, everybody went to the hotel down the street. Being a small, country town, there were two sleezy, cum soaked motels at the outskirts of town (advertising hourly rates!) and one decent hotel in the middle of town. Kate had reserved one of the conference/meeting rooms for the wake. It was a pretty standard setup: round tables and chairs, a bar along one wall and a table strewn with chafing dishes of hors devours. She had also arranged a few private suites, scattered among floors, for more intimate interactions or for those of us who got too drunk to drive home.

The vibe in the room was much more jovial than the funeral home. As the liquor began to flow, the excitement in the room heightened, the chatter became louder and laughs and guffaws could be heard throughout the group of about 30 people. Alcohol certainly is the social lubricant. Most in attendance were family yet there was a smattering of locals paying their respects to Charles, our dearly departed.

I circulated throughout the room, exchanging pleasantries with those I knew and introducing myself to the others. My tours around the room would always end at the bar. I ended up spending most of my time hovering there. That way everyone came to me, I could keep my drink fresh and full, and I could examine the hottest bartender the town could offer.

Her name was Tiffany. Probably 30 years old, maybe younger. She had long brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail. Her face was thin, her eyes a deep, dark brown. Between her skin tone and her hair and eyes, she wore little make-up; she didn’t really need much. Her rack was well proportioned, tits firm and standing out, almost inviting one to touch them. I couldn’t judge her below-the-waist physique because she had on the obligatory work skirt, but she wasn’t fat.

I struck up a conversation with her, flirting mercilessly, and she flirted right back. This was a live one, a possibility for later in the suite. As I probed for clues as to her availability later, I discovered that she was divorced and had an eight-year-old son, who was staying with her aunt. “How long until your shift ends, Tiffany?” “The bar closes at 4. Then a half hour to clean up, put everything away. Did you have something in mind?” “Well, you’ve been so helpful and efficient here at the bar, I’d like to show my gratitude, return the hospitality. Our party has suites 240, 420 and 509 rented for the night. If you’d like to hang out for a bit after work, that would be awesome! You’ll be able to find me in one of those suites.” “I’ll call and extend my time with my aunt. I’m sure she won’t mind. Look forward to seeing you later.”

I needed a smoke so, I stepped outside. I ambled around to the back, where the parking lot was, just taking a break. As I surveyed the parking lot I noticed an RV way back in the corner. There were guys getting out of cars and going into the RV and the opposite. Lots of activity and it was looking like the football team was assembling. I smiled inwardly, then returned to the wake.

It was now about 3:30 and the crowd started to thin out. I surveyed the room and didn’t spot El. Kate was stuck in a huddle with several cousins and a couple of locals. Typical Kate, she was dreamily nodding with an occasional “Umhuh” thrown in at appropriate moments. You could just see that she was already in suite 509, in a totally different place.

I strode over to the bar and had Tiffany pour me a generous glass of single-malt. I didn’t linger but took off to see about El. First, I tried suite 240. Empty. Drat! Then came suite 420. Quite a different scene. There were 8 team members, all with their cocks out, stroking them. El had taken her prime position, back against the wall, sitting on her hands, on the floor, mouth wide open. The guys were taking turns fucking her throat and cumming on her fantastic body. I could tell that they had been having fun because El had cum juice everywhere. Long threads of it were dripping from her nose and off both nipples. Her chin was awash in her drool and cum cocktail.

I watched as one guy stepped up for his turn. He took his 7 incher and pushed it in her dilated mouth and straight down her throat. He pulled it out and smacked her face with it, leaving threads of saliva connecting them, then rammed it back in her sloppy mouth. He throat fucked her, then leaned against the wall on his arms, rocked his hips down and started power fucking her mouth. It’s a feeling every dick craves – just slamming your cock, pile driving it, pounding really hard and fast into any hole.

It didn’t take long before he pulled it out and grabbed it to direct where his cum would paint El’s body. He said “Where do you want it, Waves?” She was still gasping from his brutal mouth fuck; she could only shrug her shoulders as in “I don’t care.” She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He pinched the head of his swollen dick so he could control his cum squirts. His first blast was straight into her mouth, coating her tongue all the way back. He grabbed her hair behind her head and twisted her head sideways as he shot a second stream aimed at her ear. Then did the same to her other ear. Two long yarns of cum streamed down her neck as he squeezed the last dribbles on her tongue.

I stepped over by El and she looked up at me with her special twinkle in her eye. “Yum” was all she could say. “How about your favorite uncle do that same thing? Can you manage?” “I’m just getting warmed up, unk! I was wondering when we’d get to do this again. Your cock just fits the best down my throat. Feels just right. Have at it, you old letch. Have at it.”

Seeing her sitting there covered in cum, inviting me to fuck her mouth like a pussy, got me hard instantly. I freed him from my boxers, through the zipper, keeping my dress pants on. I certainly did “Have at it.” At one point I was worried about breaking her as I violently pounded her skull back against the wall. She had simply moaned with pleasure. I chose to cum with my cock held deep down her throat. I figured she had enough cum covering her body to clean up already. Pressing my whole pelvis against her face, pinning her head to the wall, I unloaded my nuts. I held it there until I finished, through all three squirts, squeezing the last drops of cum down her chin with my fingers.

She was a sloppy mess and needed to clean up. I went back down to the party; it was pushing 4 o’clock. The party had dwindled considerably, the last guests were gathering their things. Kate was seeing them all off at the door. Tiffany was busy closing down the bar. I stepped around behind the bar and I cajoled her into pouring me one more jumbo tumbler of single-malt. As she handed it to me, I gave her a sharp pat on the ass. “Thanks, Tiffany. Hope to see more of you soon.” “Sure thing. Just give me some time to clean this up and change.”

I hadn’t tried suite 509 yet and I knew that the team wasn’t expected to be there until 6. But there were some of them already in the other suite so I figured that they were arriving in shifts, so as not to be obvious. I made my way to 509 and found things pretty tame. There were only 4 guys there, Kevin in charge. They were all glued to their phones. There wasn’t much going on yet. Decided to check the first suite again, 240.

This was more like it! There were a half-dozen skanks and eight or ten guys, most of the rest of the team. There wasn’t a lot of sex going on just yet, just some tit grabs and crotch rubs; they were all getting loose, drinking, vaping weed, watching porn. They were sitting in small cliques, huddled close, all watching the same video. There were outbursts of chatter about the action on the vid, switching from group to group. Seeing the caliber of the skanks was uplifting. A couple were from the barn incident, Susan, the dumb but beautiful blonde, included. I didn’t see Evelyn, the one who was “claiming me.” The others were unknown … yet. But they all fit the bill for some wild and raunchy sex soon.

I revisited suite 420 to check on El. The group had changed, now including a couple more sluts, Evelyn included. Seeing me, she sprang up and sprinted over to me, as if claiming her prize. “Oh, I was waiting for you to show up!!” She jumped up and threw her arms around my neck, wrapping her legs around my waist. As I cupped her tiny asscheeks I inquired “Well, here I am, Evelyn. Where’s El?” Evelyn planted a big, wet kiss on me and said “She cleaned up and went to 509.” I let Evelyn down gently and gave her a consolation kiss. “I need a break now, honey. Let’s catch up later.”

It was still over an hour before suite 509 went “live”, so I took a smoke break outside. Once again, I sauntered around to the back parking lot. I didn’t see any obvious activity at the RV but shortly I heard some wails and shrieks coming from it. I walked over to investigate. As I walked around to the door, I could hear noises of people moving around inside. I tapped on the door. “Everything alright in there? I heard a scream.”

One of the team players opened the door. "Who are you?” “I’m El’s uncle, Sailor.” “Oh, shit. Come on in. Sorry, I haven’t met you before.” It was a smaller RV with a big bed across the back, full width. I turned and looked down the hall. I could see a guy lying on top of someone, fucking her silly. I made my way down the hall only to discover Tiffany, on her back, legs in the air, getting fucked by this high school football player. As he was thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy, she looked over at me. The smile on her face said it all. She winked at me as she closed her eyes to let her jailbait continue to have his way with her.

With an hour before the titular gangbang was to convene, I needed a break from all this. I had been draining glass after glass of single-malt with only finger food to carry me. I retreated to the hotel bar, hoping to find a quiet place to regroup before the evenings fun began in earnest.

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