We did everything we could for the next 10 minutes. I put two of my fingers inside her asshole and he slid two inside her pussy. She was a mad women b... then and started shivering in her seat and shuddered. When I looked into her eyes to ask whether she was okay, she replied by catching both of our dicks with her hand and started giving us a mad hand-job. I was aroused by this and started fingering her harder.The guy nearby slid his hand out of her pussy and laid back to enjoy the show. I was. My boyfriend since my sophomore year in high school, Chris and I shared the relationship that was the stuff of dreams, mostly because we were both pretty much the opposite sex's ideal partner. I was tall, smart, funny, and gorgeous, an aspiring writer, and Chris was thin, good-looking, and was in choir and advanced classes all through high school."Helen?"I turned around at the sound of his voice saying my name. There he stood, several yards away. Without thinking about it I ran to him and threw. I peeked out my window and could see that the place looked pretty dead. No lights were on in the guest rooms; no cars on the street, nothing going on at all. Here I was, in platform shoes and a mini dress, face made up, and a very wet g-string from being horny and tucked for hours. I locked the room and strolled around the parking lot, then across a grassy area to where the highway bordered the motel grounds. I walked along the guard rail and got a few thrills from passing truckers blowing. At that time, I had no idea of the depths of her sexual hunger and even if I had known, it would not have made any difference because I was truly hers, hook, line, and sinker and happy to be branded her property any time she heated up an iron to mark me for life.I have to be honest and state that my entire life changed after I hooked up with my Aunt Maggie. In a way, I was happy that I would have a more stable lifestyle because the constant changing of partners was starting to wear me down to.