Rosie floated on his driving cock
Rosie floated on his driving cock, the constant barrage of sexual excitement lancing into her virginal asshole. It was like a volcano in her bowels, a hot humid explosion almost ready to come off! She’d never felt anything like this before, as if spears of lightning were shooting through her wholly aroused body!
“God, YESSS!” she shrieked. “HARDER, pleassse, HARDER!” She sobbed and cried out her pleasure as Gary’s ever pumping cock surged in and out between her greedy asscheeks. And still the feeling went on and on and on!
“Rosie… I’m going to CUM,” Gary groaned in her ear.
And then he pressed tightly against her and ground his pecker in her asshole and exploded. His hot jism blasted into her anal passage like a spark in a powder keg.
And Rosie screamed! Her legs thrashed wildly and she literally hung from his stiff rod in her asshole. It felt as if her insides were boiling and melting! She hung helplessly, groaning with pleasure as body and mind were consumed with the powerful fire of her orgasm.
Her insides flooded with jism. And then his cock was softening, and she felt it slipping out of her rear as she collapsed exhausted and sore on the arm of the chair.
The loud conversation and shouting voices seemed to come from a long way off.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” Belle roared.
“YOU DIRTY CUNT! SCREWING AROUND WITH THOSE MEXICANS!” Gary bellowed back.
Pablo and Carlos exchanged black-eyed apprehensive looks. This was a gringo quarrel, and they didn’t want any part of it. With gentle fingers, they unlatched Belle’s grip on their dicks. Grabbing then- clothes, they slipped quietly out the window,
where they stopped a moment and grinned at each other.
“Do you believe what just happened?” Pablo said in Spanish.
“I don’t even believe I’m standing here talking to you.” Carlos answered, and then his grin grew even wider. “But what I do believe, my friend, is that somehow this bottle leaped into my hand!”
With an innocent air, he held up the almost full jug of brandy. Chuckling together, they strolled off toward their quarters.
I’m a grown woman, I can do what I please,” Belle said, trying to regain some shreds of dignity. She walked to the closet, her plump buttocks swaying, and hastily pulled on a robe. Then she turned to face her onetime lover.
“But Rosie’s just a child,” she said, now sober but still outraged. “It’d be bad enough to fuck her, much less-why, that kid is still a VIRGIN!”
“No I’m not,” Rosie said indignantly, but neither one paid her any attention. Pouting, she too put on her robe.
“I’m sorry, Belle, I did get… carried away,” Gary confessed, red-faced. Then he remembered his original grievance against the woman. “But never mind that! What about my map? What were you trying to do to me, anyhow?”
By this time, he’d convinced himself Belle knew all about the map, and the location of the mine, and was deliberately keeping it from him. He strode over to her angrily.
“What map, you fool? I’m not doing anything to you. Not if I can help it!”
Rosie thought they were being very silly. She wondered if all grownups talked at cross-purposes like that, and if so, when she’d begin to sound as idiotic as they did. She’d had enough of it, in any case! So she walked between them and screamed at the top of her lungs.
“HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!”
Both the redfaced man and the indignant woman stopped, amazed at the girl’s lung power.
“Rosie! What are you screaming about?” Bell asked coldly.
“You two are the ones doing the screaming! And not making much sense, either. Come on, let’s all go have a cup of coffee and talk it over.”
She wondered where Tom was at that moment, and if he’d heard all the commotion. She wondered what he’d say if he knew what had just happened
between her and Gary.
Most of all, she wondered where Pablo and Carlos had gone, and what they were doing. The sight of the Mixican’s slim sturdy tan bodies and black eyes was engraved in her memory. One of them had a longer dong than the other; but the shorter one was thickest. The adventurous girl felt her heart quicken at the memory. But first she had to get Aunt Belle and Gary settled down….
The quarrel continued, however, over coffee.
“I don’t have your stinking map,” Belle said indignantly.
“Ill find it if it’s the last thing I do,” he threatened, and stalked out.
Rosie couldn’t take any more. Yawning, she left the kitchen, just about the time Tom walked into it.
“What the heH is going on around here?” he asked crossly* pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was wearing his pajamas and his hair was rumplbed with deep. He’d meant to stay awake and wait for Rosie, to see if she found the map, but he’d fallen asleep instead.
