Courtney didn't hesitate. The moment Doria's soft "Alright" hung in the air, Courtney surged forward, her lips crashing onto Hank's in a rush of youthful eagerness. The kiss was less practiced finesse and more raw, unadulterated desire. As her lips met his, her small but determined hands went to work on his shirt, fumbling slightly with the buttons before managing to undo them. With a swift tug, the crisp white fabric was pulled free and discarded onto the nearby armchair.

  Doria, with a knowing glance at Hank, moved with a practiced grace that spoke of experience. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his, and with a deliberate motion, she reached for his belt. The buckle clicked open, and his trousers, followed by his boxer shorts, slid down his legs, pooling around his ankles. Freed from the constraints of clothing, Hank's erection sprang forward, thick and already throbbing with anticipation. Doria wasted no time. Her gaze lingered on him for a fleeting second before her lips closed around the head of his cock, drawing him deep into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth.

  Courtney watched, her breath catching in her throat at the sight. A blush crept up her neck as she knelt down beside Doria, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and burgeoning desire. Doria, sensing Courtney's inexperience, pulled away slightly, her lips leaving a glistening sheen on Hank's engorged member. She looked at Courtney, her expression gentle despite the intensity of the moment, and offered him to the younger woman.

  With a hesitant but determined breath, Courtney reached out and guided him to her lips. As her mouth tentatively closed around him, Doria leaned closer, whispering instructions in her ear. "Careful with your teeth, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice low and intimate. "Never bite. It's very sensitive." Courtney nodded, her focus entirely on the new sensation. She began to suck, her movements a little awkward at first, clearly new territory, but her enthusiasm was palpable. Hank groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through Courtney's mouth. It wasn't the most polished blowjob he had ever received, but the sheer eagerness and the novelty of the situation made it undeniably fantastic.

  Courtney bobbed her head up and down, her short blond hair swaying with the rhythm, diligently following the whispered guidance Doria provided. She experimented with different pressures, her curiosity driving her. After a few exhilarating minutes, her cheeks flushed and her breath slightly ragged, Courtney reluctantly let him slip from her lips, a small sigh escaping as the direct contact ended. She looked up at Hank, her eyes shining, before offering him back to Doria with a shy but triumphant smile.

  Hank was in heaven, the combined attention sending waves of pleasure through him. "Fuck, girls," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'm not going to last long."

  Doria smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She took him back into her mouth, her experienced lips and tongue immediately resuming a more practiced rhythm. "He comes a lot," she said to Courtney, her voice slightly muffled. "It's either swallow it, or be prepared to have it all over your face." She punctuated her words with a slow, deliberate stroke.

  Courtney smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Isn't it a bit… disgusting?" she asked, a hint of trepidation in her voice.

  Doria shook her head vehemently, her mouth still occupied. She pulled away just enough to speak, her gaze locking onto Hank's. "Hank has the best tasting cum I've ever had," she declared with conviction, her sincerity evident. She looked back up at Hank, her eyes locking onto his, and she could see the telltale signs… the tightening of his jaw, the raggedness of his breath… he was mere seconds away from climax. "Ready?" she asked, her voice a low, sensual murmur.

  Courtney nodded eagerly, her initial hesitation completely gone, replaced by a burning curiosity. Doria opened her mouth wide, and Courtney instinctively followed suit, her lips parted in anticipation. Then, Hank came. A series of powerful contractions wracked his body, and hot, thick spurts of his ejaculate shot forth, splashing over both women. Their faces were coated, glistening from forehead to chin. It filled their mouths, a warm, sticky deluge. Courtney swallowed, her first taste of semen. A surprised moan of pleasure escaped her lips. "Fuck," she whispered, her eyes wide with the unexpected sensation. "That is good." Then, in a spontaneous gesture that surprised even Doria, Courtney leaned forward and licked a streak of Hank's cum from Doria's cheek, a shared intimacy blossoming in the aftermath of their shared pleasure.

  Hank, still throbbing with need, watched the intimate exchange between Courtney and Doria, the sight of them cleaning each other, slick with his seed, only fueling his already raging desire. He knelt down beside Courtney, his gaze intense, and gently pushed her back onto the plush hotel carpet. Her breath hitched as he reached for the waistband of her shorts and peeled them down her legs. "Hank…" she whispered, her voice a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

  But before she could say more, Doria leaned down and silenced her with a kiss. It was a soft, tender press of lips at first, then deepening into something more. For Courtney, it was another unexpected shock, a sensation entirely new and surprisingly pleasant. She had never kissed a girl before, and the warmth and softness of Doria's mouth against hers sent a curious shiver down her spine.

  Hank smiled, a primal satisfaction surging through him as Courtney's shorts were fully removed, revealing the daring scrap of black lace she had chosen. The panties were barely there, a tantalizing veil of sheer fabric that left little to the imagination. Hank's gaze dropped, and without hesitation, he pressed a kiss directly onto the spot where the delicate lace covered her most intimate place. Courtney gasped, her body arching slightly off the floor, a surprised moan escaping her lips.

  He lingered there for a moment, the heat radiating through the thin fabric a potent invitation. Then, he ran his tongue slowly up the length of her pussy lips, pressing firmly against the lace. Even with the barrier, he could taste her arousal, a sweet, musky scent that filled his senses. She was completely soaked, the evidence undeniable. With a teasing finger, he gently pulled the lace aside, revealing her shaved mound, wet and glistening under the soft light of the room.

  He abandoned the fabric altogether, his whole tongue now tracing the delicate folds of her vulva, moving with a deliberate, sensual rhythm. He dipped low, his tongue flicking towards her anus before returning to her swollen clitoris, teasing it with delicate flicks and swirls. Courtney moaned, her hips lifting off the floor, instinctively pressing her pussy more firmly against his eager mouth. She wanted more, and Hank was more than willing to oblige. His tongue became a tireless instrument of pleasure, exploring every curve and crevice, lavishing attention in ways she had only ever fantasized about. All the while, Doria continued to kiss her, her hands now gently caressing Courtney's sides, adding another layer of sensual stimulation.

  Hank reached out a hand and slid it beneath Doria, his fingers finding the slick heat between her legs, gently rubbing her already engorged clitoris. Doria moaned into Courtney's mouth, her body tensing. "Fuck Hank… fuccccck," Courtney echoed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as a wave of intense sensation began to build within her. This was it. This was her first orgasm, not self-induced, a tidal wave of pure pleasure washing over her, triggered by the skilled ministrations of a man's touch, a feeling so overwhelming it stole her breath. She hadn't brought herself to this precipice; Hank's mouth, his tongue, had guided her here.

  Hank held his mouth firmly against her pussy as the tremors began, the subtle contractions of her muscles a thrilling sensation against his tongue. The spray was delicate, a sweet, honeyed nectar that coated his mouth.

  He shifted slightly and laid Doria back beside Courtney, then immediately dove between her legs, his tongue now lavishing attention on her slick, swollen clitoris. His fingers continued their work on Courtney, maintaining the rhythm that had brought her to the edge. Both women were moaning, their bodies writhing with pleasure. Doria, already highly aroused, reached her peak quickly, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, a warm gush soaking Hank's face. But he didn't falter, his tongue continuing its relentless assault. Five more minutes passed, each lick and suck driving Doria further into ecstasy. This time, her hands clenched in Hank's hair, pulling him tightly against her, her hips bucking against his face, nearly drowning him in the second, even more intense wave of her release.

  As the waves of her second orgasm subsided, leaving her limbs pleasantly weak, Doria’s eyes fluttered open, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. She gently pushed Hank down onto his back, the thick hotel carpet providing a soft landing. Leaning over him, she captured his mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, a sensual mingling of their shared intimacy, the taste of herself and Courtney a heady reminder of their recent pleasures. Then, with a fluid motion, she straddled him, her gaze locking with his as she guided his still-erect cock to the entrance of her slick, eager pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips as he slid inside, a familiar and deeply satisfying sensation. Ever since the previous night, the memory of his fullness within her had been a persistent, tantalizing thought.

  Her smile widened as she looked down at Courtney, who was still slightly dazed but watching with wide, fascinated eyes. "Sit on his face, sweetheart," Doria whispered, her voice husky with arousal. "He will lick you."

  Courtney, still navigating the uncharted territories of her newfound sexuality, nodded hesitantly. She followed Doria's whispered instructions, positioning herself carefully above Hank's face. "Lower your pussy to his mouth," Doria guided, her eyes twinkling. "Just enough that he cannot move his head freely, but not so much that he can't breathe."

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  With a slight tremble, Courtney did as she was told, her wet, swollen vulva hovering just above Hank's eager mouth. She was now facing Doria, who was riding him with slow, deliberate strokes. The moment Courtney's delicate flesh made contact with his lips, Hank’s tongue darted out, diving deep into her slick folds. A gasp escaped Courtney's lips, a sensation so intense it nearly buckled her knees. She instinctively leaned forward, but Doria’s strong hands gripped her hips, steadying her.

  Then, they kissed again, a sensual triangle of shared pleasure: Doria riding Hank’s cock, Courtney riding his tongue, their moans and sighs intertwining. "Fuck," Courtney whispered, her voice thick with sensation, "his tongue is so deep inside me."

  Doria smiled down at her, her own pleasure evident in the flush on her cheeks. "Just wait 'til his cock is," she murmured, a playful promise in her tone.

  Courtney closed her eyes, her body beginning to hum with a renewed intensity. The rhythmic lapping of Hank's tongue against her clitoris, combined with the visual stimulation of Doria’s movements above him, sent another wave of arousal crashing through her. Her breath hitched, and her body began to tremble. "My god…" she moaned, her back arching involuntarily, pressing her pussy down harder against Hank's eager mouth, the sensations building with an almost unbearable intensity.

  Then, the dam broke. Another powerful orgasm ripped through Courtney, her muscles clenching violently as she sprayed a much larger amount of her sweet nectar into Hank's waiting mouth. She shook uncontrollably, her body almost collapsing as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

  Just the sight of Courtney’s raw, uninhibited release, the sheer beauty of her young body consumed by pleasure, sent Doria spiraling over the edge. Her own orgasm hit her with sudden force, her body tensing, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she squeezed Hank tightly within her. The two women, connected by their shared experience and the man beneath them, instinctively reached for each other, their hands grasping for support as the final tremors of their simultaneous climaxes subsided.

  Hank, unwilling to relinquish the taste of her, continued to lick Courtney’s still-pulsating clitoris, drawing soft moans from her lips. He reached up beneath the hem of her discarded shirt, his hand cupping the firm swell of her breast. The youthful resilience of her flesh was intoxicating. It seemed almost unbelievable that this vibrant, twenty-year-old woman was a virgin, yet her hesitant touches and genuine surprise at each new sensation confirmed her inexperience. A thrill coursed through him at the thought of being the one to introduce her to this world, a role he knew he would relish.

  Doria, her breathing evening out, gently pulled Courtney away from Hank’s face, guiding her to sit beside him. Then, with a sensual grace, she straddled his face, her own pussy, still slick and throbbing from her recent orgasm, hovering just above his eager mouth. Without hesitation, Hank’s tongue darted out, exploring the familiar landscape of her desire. She tasted like pure, unadulterated pleasure, a goddess of sensation against his eager tongue.

  As Hank pleasured Doria, she leaned close to Courtney, her voice a low, encouraging murmur. "Your first time should be in your hands, sweetheart. By riding him, you set your own tempo, you decide how fast and how deep you want him…" Courtney nodded, her eyes wide with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, watching Doria’s confident movements. "Are you protected?" Doria asked gently. "Yeah," Courtney whispered back, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. "I've been on the pill for a few years. Mom insisted." Courtney confirmed. "Good," Doria affirmed, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "Now, lift yourself up. When you're ready, guide him inside you. Lower yourself down as far as feels right. Take your time, Hank will not hurt you. Trust me on that. He will make you feel like a queen."

  Courtney took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She lifted herself, her gaze fixed on Hank’s waiting cock. With trembling hands, she guided him, her pussy lips brushing against his smooth head, a sensation both foreign and intensely arousing. She rubbed him back and forth a couple of times, each stroke sending a jolt of unexpected pleasure through her, her clitoris tingling with a delicious ache. She moaned softly, discovering for herself what felt good, her body instinctively seeking the sensations it craved. Doria smiled, a knowing warmth in her eyes.

  Then, with a determined exhale, Courtney slowly lowered her body over his waiting length. Half an inch, an inch… then she felt the firm resistance, the undeniable barrier of her hymen. She took another deep breath, a sharp intake of air as his tip pressed against it. "It will hurt when he breaks through," Doria whispered, her voice soothing. "But that is just for a moment, sweetheart. The rest will be fucking heaven." Courtney nodded, her eyes locked on Doria’s reassuring gaze. Doria leaned in and kissed her softly, a silent offering of support.

  With a final, resolute breath, Courtney let herself drop down. A sharp cry, a sound of mingled pain and release, escaped her lips, muffled slightly by Doria’s mouth as they kissed. And then, Hank was fully inside her. "Ohmygod," Courtney whispered, her voice shaky, her body suddenly feeling both full and incredibly vulnerable. "You are a woman now, Courtney," Doria murmured, stroking her hair. "Hank's woman."

  Courtney had braced herself for the pain to continue, but as she tentatively moved, a slow, rocking motion, the initial sharp discomfort was quickly replaced by a sensation unlike anything she had ever imagined. A warmth spread through her core, a thrilling fullness that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh god," she moaned, her eyes widening with surprise and burgeoning pleasure. She started to move more confidently, her hips rocking against his, finding a rhythm that felt instinctively right. "Fuck, that feels good," she gasped, her head thrown back, her earlier nervousness completely forgotten. In that moment, a profound sense of connection, of belonging, washed over her. This man, Hank, the one who had treated her with such unexpected kindness, was now a part of her in the most intimate way possible. A silent vow formed in her heart: he would be the only one. No other man would ever know her like this.

  Doria smiled, watching Courtney's transformation with a knowing gaze. Then, her own body began to tremble, the continued stimulation from Hank's mouth sending her spiraling towards another climax. A soft cry escaped her lips as she came again, her muscles clenching around his face, her release a powerful wave of sensation.

  Riding Hank with a newfound confidence, Courtney’s hips bucked against his, each downward thrust sending waves of intense pleasure through her virgin body. She came quickly, another powerful orgasm seizing her, her breath catching in ragged gasps. "Hank…" she moaned, his name a whispered prayer, a mantra of the overwhelming sensations consuming her. He was her world now, the source of this incredible feeling, and she silently vowed once again in her heart that no one else would ever touch her like this. This was a connection she never wanted to end.

  Then, she felt Hank’s hands on her breasts again, his fingers gently grazing her nipples. It was a touch she knew, a pleasure she had only ever gifted herself in the privacy of her own thoughts. But Hank’s touch was different, imbued with a tenderness and a possessiveness that resonated deep within her. It felt… right. Pure, unadulterated pleasure bloomed in her chest, radiating outwards. Through her hazy pleasure, she saw Doria’s body convulse again, another orgasm shaking her frame, her face flushed with passion.

  As Doria’s release subsided, she rose from Hank’s face, leaving him gloriously slick with the evidence of their shared pleasure. Courtney looked down at him, a possessive warmth swelling in her chest. Without hesitation, she leaned down as Hank reached up and pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss. The taste of Doria’s sweet, musky yet sweet essence still lingered on his lips, a reminder of their shared intimacy. But Courtney didn’t care. He was hers, in this moment, and forever etched in her memory as the first man the only man to truly know her. She kissed him hard, her mouth molding against his as she continued to ride him, her movements now bolder, more assured.

  Hank looked up into her eyes, his gaze intense, filled with a raw desire that mirrored her own. "I am going to cum," he whispered, his voice thick with impending release.

  Courtney nodded, her eyes locking with his, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fill me, make me yours," she replied, her voice a husky plea.

  Then, he came. A powerful surge of pleasure coursed through him, and his seed erupted, filling her tight, virgin passage until it overflowed, warm rivulets tracing paths down his shaft and onto her thighs. Doria, leaned down, her tongue snaking out to trace the length of Hank’s cock and Courtney’s pussy, greedily lapping up the escaped nectar. The unexpected sensation of Doria’s warm, wet tongue on her already exquisitely sensitive flesh sent Courtney spiraling over the edge once more, another intense orgasm seizing her, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

  The next two hours unfolded in a whirlwind of exploration and shared ecstasy. Courtney, emboldened by her first taste of true intimacy, voiced every curiosity that flickered through her mind, and Hank, thoroughly captivated by her youthful enthusiasm and genuine desire, eagerly obliged. He showered her with kisses, caresses, and every sensual act he could conjure, each touch a new revelation for her eager body. In between Courtney's explorations, Doria, a seasoned connoisseur of pleasure, claimed her own share of Hank's attention, their connection a dance of practiced intimacy and mutual desire.

  Hank found himself pushed to his limits, his body responding with an unprecedented fervor. He climaxed four more times, a staggering six times in a single night… a testament to the intoxicating energy of the two women before him. Courtney, her inhibitions melting away with each shared pleasure, tasted his seed again, savoring the intimate connection, while her own pussy welcomed his repeated thrusts. Doria, not to be outdone, had her pussy thoroughly sated and then, with a shared look of daring with Hank, her tight ass stretched and filled, each encounter a testament to their unrestrained desires.

  Finally, their bodies slick with sweat and spent energy, they stood together under the warm spray of the shower. The girls knelt before him, their hands gently washing his still-aroused cock, a silent act of shared intimacy. Once clean, Courtney looked up at Hank, her eyes shining with a newfound confidence. She held his length against her lips, her breath warm against his skin. "I want to try one more thing," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Teach me to deep throat."

  Doria, ever the experienced guide, stepped forward, demonstrating the technique with a practiced ease, showing Courtney the angle, the gentle slide, the careful control. Courtney watched intently, her focus unwavering. And before the water began to lose its warmth, she had his cock deep in her throat, her small hand gently guiding him, her cheeks flushing with the effort and the novel sensation. She sucked with a surprising intensity, her enthusiasm transforming her into a natural. Hank groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure rumbling in his chest. He was in heaven, enveloped by her eager mouth.

  As his final climax built, he did as Courtney had unknowingly requested, his seed erupting and shooting straight down her throat. She hadn't been entirely prepared for the overwhelming sensation, a slight cough escaping her as she pulled him free. Her eyes watered slightly, but a triumphant smile stretched across her lips. She leaned forward and kissed the very tip of his cock, a gesture of playful intimacy. Then, she rose, her gaze locking with Hank’s, and kissed him deeply, a lingering, passionate kiss that sealed the unforgettable night.