Lying Around After Giving Her A Good Fucking

All this time, which was really only seconds though it seemed to stretch out in their minds, he’d been fucking her-with a slow steady beat. Suddenly she bucked up at him, forcing the tempo, while her cunt muscles alternately tightened and loosened around his hot meat. He finger-fucked her asshole while his enormous, rigid cock plundered her steamy cunt.”
“Ohhhhhh, I’M CUMMMMMMINNNNNNG,” she panted. “OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!”
He could felt the fluttering spasms around his meat and his own heart began to labor, just as hers tripped rapidly. He was seized by a giant hand, all his muscles constricted for a moment, and then his balls discharged their steamy load. The hot jism sped down the length of his cock and jetted spasmodically into her vagina, flooding her inner tissues with hot male cum.

“Ah, Ahhhhhh, AHHHHHHHHH,” he gasped as he ejaculated with thunderous force.
They fell away from each other and lay gasping on the sweat-wet bed. The release was long overdue for both of them, and particularly for Belle. As she lay in a satisfied glow, she knew her poor husband wouldn’t have wanted her to go without sex, any more than she wanted it herself. He’d died so suddenly, of a heart ailment he hadn’t even known he had, but while he lived, he lived fully! The hotel had wound down slowly, like a clock that needs winding, and so had she. She was just lucky, she realized, that someone as attractive as Gary had come along. If she’d had to wait for sex until the hotel deal was completed, and she could get out in the world again, she’d have … she didn’t know what. Masturbated on the doorknobs, probably, and raped one of the Mexican gardeners!

All of which reminded her; she still didn’t know what Gary was doing here! In fact, she didn’t know a damn thing about him except that his name was Gary Robinson, and he was one helluva fucker! There would be no better time to satisfy her curiosity, she realized. And it wasn’t just nosiness, not at all. There were undercurrents here, things going on in her hotel which she didn’t understand. And she, if anyone, had a right to know!
“Gary, love,” she said softly. “Who the hell are you, anyway?”
A moment passed; he didn’t want to answer.
“Come on, honey, tell me,” she urged. “I can keep a secret, if it is a secret. What are you and Tom up to?”
He snorted, a sour laugh. “We’re not up to anything, together, babes. But I’m here because he is, you’re right about that.”
“I didn’t think it was just coincidence. Are you after him, honey? Are you a detective of some kind?”
He laughed again, more cheerfully. “No way, Belle! But all the same, I have to keep an eye on Brown, and know what he’s up to. You be careful around him, you hear? Don’t trust him an inch!”
“But if you’re not a detective … oh, I give up! And here I was beginning to think he was our local bad man. You know, what the papers and radio are calling the Love Bandit,”
“Maybe he is, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Gary said mysteriously. “But why are we worrying about him right now? Why not worry about my poor little fellow down there? Do you think he’s done in for the afternoon?”
They both stared down at his penis, lying like a limp white worm on his thigh. Satisfied as Belle had been with the strength of her orgasm, she knew she was far from finished. She could cum a dozen times yet, and it wouldn’t be too many!

His face moved over her, his lips descending on one soft resilient breast. He licked her flattened nipple until it peaked and firmed under his tongue. Then he moved to the other one, stiffening it also. He rolled the nipple in his mouth, while she began to feel a slow warm uncoiling in her belly.

Her hand slipped down between their bodies to fondle his soft penis. She could put her hand right around it, now while it was limp, holding the shaft Enclosed. It began to twitch in her palm, the pointed head growing fatter and rounder as it pushed against the covering papery skin. His sensitive genitals responded to her attentions, as she stroke’d the underside of the stiffening shaft. “I do believe there’s life in the old boy yet,” she cooed.
“Yeah, yeah,” he gasped. “Oh you sweet thing, you’d make a dead man come to life!”
Her curled fingers were forced farther apart by the swelling flesh. His head dipped down and he licked her belly button, sucking up the tender flesh and tickling her satiny stomach.
She rolled against him, forgetting that he hadn’t really answered her questions, forgetting everything except the delicious touchings and lickings and kissings they gave each other.