Desert Inn

The divorce had been brutal, with my mother ending up with full custody. My mother took it further by moving us to a very remote part of the country-many hundreds of miles away from my father.

Going from a big city to a small hamlet, I quickly developed a case of cabin fever and I longed for the first out. I was 17 when I joined the service, just to get away, somewhere, anywhere, anywhere but where I was.

I ended up stationed a hundred miles away from my father. I went to visit him to find out what kind of person he was. I quickly saw why my mother had divorced him-he was a Class A jerk.

He tried to introduce me to his "friends", but he always made the mistake of calling ahead. They would be gone by the time we arrived, with the explanation that an emergency required them to be elsewhere. One trip was longer than most, and it was the trip that ended up with a stay at Desert Inn.

We had started early enough in the day, but the trip was eight hours long with most of the trip in my father's non air conditioned car-in the desert. Needless to say, the subject of our quest was gone, with a note taped to the front door.

I really didn't want to tack on another eight hours in that car in the heat. It didn't take much to convince dad that we should stay overnight at a motel-especially after seeing the word "pool" in the sign.

After checking in, I put on shorts and headed for the pool. There was a girl floating on her back in the pool. I tried not to make waves as I entered the water, but she quickly gave up floating and headed for the corner steps. I apologized for disturbing her and asked her to stay. She turned and waded back in the water.

We made small talk as we circled the side of the pool. We were both traveling with our fathers. She was 12 with a pretty face, long brown hair, and a figure just beginning to fill her floral print bikini. I began thinking, from her nice manner, that she would be a good friend, and perhaps girlfriend-if she wasn't 13.

After an enjoyable hour, I obeyed my hunger pangs and got out of the water. I said Goodbye to Amy and headed for the room. I saw my father talking to a man about his age. The men quickly broke up their conversation as I approached. "Ready to eat?" dad asked.

I showered, changed, and we headed to an eatery next to the hotel. Suddenly, my father dropped the bomb on me. He had arranged for me to lose my virginity. I suddenly had a vision of an ugly woman my mother's age and I told him no. He then floored me by telling me it was Amy, adding that her father rented her out sometimes to hopeless cases like me. Continuing, he said that he had paid two hundred for her, and if I didn't fuck her, he would. While shock took over, he launched into a list of my mother's shortcomings, chief among them that she didn't get me laid before I joined the service. I had survived a dozen years of their fights, and I didn't want him getting his mitts on her.

When we got back to the hotel, he told me I had to get my own room to do the deed. Still in shock, and very nervous, I went to the motel office and paid for a room.

She was standing outside her room as I walked out of the office. She was wearing a paisley T shirt, blue jean shorts, and flip flops. She walked in my direction as I headed for the room I rented. She met me as I got to the door. "You don't have to do this" I said as I unlocked the door. She didn't say anything as she went past me into the room.

She stood in a corner of the room next to the bed. I told her again, I didn't require her to go through with this. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked. She saw the answer in my eyes. She told me to get undressed as she peeled off her shirt, exposing two small mounds topped with medium sized nipples. As I undressed, and so did she, I saw her mound come into view as her panties slipped down. There was about a dozen hairs in a triangle at the apex of her slit.

I finished undressing and crawled next to her on the bed, where she had laid with her hands behind her head. I nervously placed my right hand on her rib cage, then slid it up to her tiny breast. I leaned in and kissed her. She grabbed my head with her hands and ran her fingers through my hair as we kissed. Then, she pushed my head onto her chest, telling me how to kiss and lick her nipples.

She placed one of her hands on mine, and directed it between her legs. She then taught me how to play with her clit as her breathing increased and she began to coo and moan. I felt wetness at the end of my dick as it made contact with her thigh. I hoped she wouldn't mind, but just then she stiffened, raised her butt off the bed and and grimaced as she shook.

She pushed my hand off her clit, said "Stop", then caught her breath. "OK, I'm ready", she said, "get on top of me". I followed her directions. She reached down, taking my dick in her fingers. "Push it in" she whispered as she placed my dick at her opening.

She inhaled deeply as my dick went in. I was surprised by how hot her vagina was. I don't know why, but I had thought it would be cooler. She put her hands on my butt, and taught me a rhythym to use on her. I leaned forward, engaging her in a long kiss before licking her nipples again.

We were both building to an explosion with hers coming before mine. As I came, I felt my hot cum push past my dick and squirt out onto my balls. I stayed hard and in her. "You're still hard?" she asked in amazement. A minute later, I started up again.

More used to each other, we took our time and enjoyed our second fuck. When I finished, I had to pee, but we instantly started on our third time. Our third time was the most passionate with lots of kissing and touching. Finally, after my third cumming, I was tired and laid next her.

Neither of us wanted this to end. She reminded me that I had paid for the night. We took a two hour nap, then resumed. We fucked four more times that night, with the last coming right at dawn.

Our goodbye kiss to each other was bittersweet. We didn't use the L word, but it was in our eyes as we looked at each other that last time.

It's been twenty five years since I saw her. I wonder where she is, and how she's doing.

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