Carlos aimed his fat cockhead

“You didn’t really scare me,” Belle said. “At least, not very much!”
“Yeah, but how about Gary! He wants that mine the worst way. Well never convince him it’s a dud.”
“I know. But I have an idea….” As she explained it to him, Tom began to chuckle. “You’re absolutely right! Let the asshole find out for himself!”
They decided to find Rosie, and let her in on the gag. Belle was to surrender the map, without its frame, of course, to Gary.’ “Did you look in her room?” “No, but-okay, let’s see.”

They didn’t make any special effort to keep quiet as they went down the long hall, but it wouldn’t have mattered if they did. Rosie and her firends were way past hearing other noises, so rapt were they in their own lewd actions.
“Well! Will you look at that!” Belle was miffed, though she wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she herself had been interrupted before she’d really gotten her fill of the two agile Mexicans, and here was Rosie, enjoying them to the fullest!
The girl lay naked on her bed, her slim little body curved seductively. She’d thought she was quite tanned, but her velvety skin looked fair and pale compared to the Mexican’s natural darker color. One of them—Belle wasn’t really sure which one!—lay next to her with both hands boldly on her tits. He fondled and squeezed them, his hard fists full and quivery cushiony flesh. He found this delightful young girl even more enticing than the older woman, although either one was very exciting!
He put his lips around one erect quivering tit.
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” Rosie sighed, her head sinking back and her eyes rolling up. His hot tongue stiffened against her nipple and sent waves of
beautiful sensation through her. She caressed him, too, running her hands up and down his long smooth back and over his buttocks.
The other young man, Carlos, stood watching with an odd little smile on his face. He held his fat firm dick on one hand, bouncing it a little, as if deciding where to put it.
Meanwhile Pablo worked his way down her youthful body, touching and tasting, sticking his tongue into her navel, shyly approaching the seat of her feminine mystery. He petted the soft golden curls of her snatch, then felt the plump little hairy lips and the bump of her clit.

Carlos moved in at that point, edging his way next to her hips.
“Gaaaggghhh,” she moaned as the skillful hands separated the hair-lined flanges of her pussy. He bent his head and put his face close to her cunt, until his warm breath tickled the sensitive inner labia, making her squirm with ecstasy.
The two watchers could see the delicate fringe between her thighs, the tiny fat bud of rosy flesh, and the fresh spurt of cream that sprang from it when Carlos blew his hot breath on her twat.
“Ummmmmm,” Rosie moaned luxuriously as the man rubbed the little button, and then put his mouth to it. His nose was buried in the wet warm odorous flesh, the curly hairs tickling his cheeks and chin.
Without looking down, Belle felt her hands fly to her robe and begin to open it. She knew that Tom, beside her, was also getting rid of his clothing.
“Move over, honey,” Belle sighed, climbing on the bed.
They made room without breaking the rhythm of their lovemaking. Tom put his hand on one of Rosie’s young tits, and his other hand on one of Belle’s fuller breasts. It gave him a strange sensation, strange and delightful.

Carlos aimed his fat cockhead at the steamy entrance to her vagina. Her pussy seemed to swallow it up, gulp it in as if it were a real mouth that could suck in flesh.

Pablo looked confused for a moment, but brithened quickly. With a lewd grin, he crawled over the girl’s face and squatted down. When she felt his hot meat brushing her parted lips, they opened wide and gulped in the man’s hot meat. She sucked noisily, like a little girl with an all-day sucker. She sucked as if she’d drain the sweetness right out of the delicious candy, and yet the huge fleshy sausage continued to fill her avid wet mouth.

At the same time, Carlos was bucking furiously into* the girl’s tiny twat. He’d loved the sex play with her aunt. The redhaired woman had excited both of her helpers, day after day, simply by walking around with her shapely ass swinging, her full tits bouncing.

Just talking to her about cleaning the pool had been enough to send either of the men into a frenzy of sexuality. They’d taken to making sure they had something to carry, a basket of weeds or almost anything, that could be held in front of their crotches. Otherwise she was sure to notice the erections they couldn’t control, and they’d lose their good jobs.

Yes, Belle was a constant turn-on for them. Although they both spoke English perfectly well, they often talked about her in their own language. It was a way of letting off steam, without getting in trouble. Particularly since her husband died, they’d followed her with their eyes wherever she went, without ever daring to do more than look. Look, and then find a quiet corner to jerk off in or a ride to town to find a cheap whore.
And of course the arrival of Rosie had made life double delicious, and doubly difficult. She didn’t even dress like a maid, and the way she did dress, drove them crazy! Or undress rather, because the girl wore as little as possible in the pervading heat of an Arizona summer.

At night, they’d sit under a tree and share a six-pack of Carta Blanca beer, and rhapsodize on what the saucy blond girl had done each day.
“She should wear a bra,” Pablo said virtuously. “She will get herself in trouble, that one.”
“Aaiii! But did you notice the little yellow shorts? With red trim on them? They rode right up over the crack of her ass!”

It never occured to either of them that they might touch the sexy gringas, though they did sometimes wonder about Belle. “How long can she go without a man?” they asked each other. Even then, they never thought they’d be lucky enough to get a piece of the action.

When Belle stumbled drunkenly into their path, and offered them a swig from her bottle, and enticingly invited them to her bedroom, they were almost afraid to go. But their attraction to her blatant sexuality was stronger than their fears.

So it hadn’t really been a surprise to Pablo and Carlos, when the gringo men arrived and cut off their moments of glory. They just figured they were lucky to escape with whole skins!