The Challenge 3: The Only Woman - Sex Stories

The Challenge 3: The Only Woman

... resort asked his coworker on the walkie-talkie. “Man I’m telling you there is something crazy with that room,” he said with this thick Bahamian accent. “Yeah there is some kind of spirit in that room, casting a spell on people,” he joked. “Alright, alright, I’ll tell them to quiet down.” The employee sighed and knocked on Elle and Marcia’s door, not knowing what to expect. He gasped in embarrassment, looking to the ceiling, trying not to peek at the naked girl that answered the door. “Hi!” Elle said, naked and smiling warmly at the employee. “Ah, yes, hello ma’am. I am letting you know there’s been a noise complaint about this room. I’m asking you to please keep it down,” the employee said, looking upward, occasionally glancing at Elle. “Oh I’m sorry! We’ll keep it down, I promise,” Elle assured him. Just then a larger, taller woman appeared next to Elle. This caused the employee to do a double take at a naked Marcia, standing with her arm around her daughter. The employee’s eyes lit up, “Oh my.” Marcia’s face was expressionless; she looked him up and down, and then without warning, grabbed his shirt and pulled him into their room. Elle giggled and closed the door. ********** Elle rested her head on her mother’s shoulder during the flight from Miami to Atlanta. They were both tired, but felt great. Marcia nudged her daughter and whispered for her to meet her in the bathroom in five minutes. “Huh?” Elle asked, confused. “Just do it, trust me. Five minutes,” Marcia told her, ...

... getting up and walking down the aisle toward the back of the plane. Five minutes later, Elle shrugged, standing to walk down the aisle. She opened the bathroom door and her mother grabbed her by her shirt, pulling her into the small bathroom, slamming the door shut. Marcia was hungrily kissing her daughter, groping her breasts, picking her up and sitting her on the sink. “Want to join the mile high club with me?” Marcia asked. “Is that where people have sex on a plane?” Elle asked in between kisses. “Yep,” Marcia stood Elle up, pinning her against the wall, sliding her hand into Elle’s shorts. “Finger me,” Marcia commanded. Elle did the same, her fingers, like her mothers, sliding in and out of a wet pussy, and her palms back and forth on an engorged clit. Several minutes passed and both women were grunting, trying to be quiet, cumming on each others hands. Obviously no penises were involved, but it was good enough for them. Chapter 17 Millie’s head was bobbing up and down, following Elle and Marcia’s movements in the bed. They had gotten home from their trip a few hours earlier and were already going at each other like rabid animals. Scissoring and shaking the bed, cumming over and over, and finally collapsing, thighs, back, and arms hurting, in a sweaty mess. It had been a long day of travel. Sex in the shower, sex on the plane – them both joining the mile high club – and finally the last couple hours in bed together. “I think I’ll put the house up for rent, or even sell it ...