When at last she was still he stood up, his cock still crammed up her cunt, and carried her over to the big double bed. He eased his tool out of her match, which made little sucking noises of protest as he gradually worked free. His cock was covered with her creamy, warm juices when it finally popped free.
He put her down on the big soft bed. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed, and her pussy hair glistened softly in the light of the bedside lamp.
He pushed her legs apart and put a couple of pillows under her ass so that her cunt hole winked up at him. She didn't open her eyes, but she groaned softly as he spread her hole even wider with his probing fingers. Doris felt only half conscious as she waited for him to spear her with his still-hard cock.
But instead of entering her cunt, he bent down and began running his tongue around the rim of her hole, working it inside her as he tasted the salty sweetness of her match. She started to groan again as his tongue flicked in and out, back and forth, slowly bringing her back to life till she was once more writhing under him, her hips twisting back and forth on the smooth softness of the pillow.
"Stick your prick in me, Hank. Do it now. My pussy can't stand it any longer. I want to feel you filling up my snatch again. Please, Hank, please, fuck me now," she urged him between gasps.
But still he waited, tonguing her till her cunt had swelled to twice its normal size and her pussy lips jutted wide and open. Finally, when Doris thought she would die if he didn't sink his cock into her pussy, he poised himself over her and guided the tip of his dick to her stretching hole.
He paused over her for a moment, then rammed his whole throbbing cock into her warmly welcoming Hank with one long, deliberate thrust. She whimpered as she felt his enormous prick piercing further and further into her cunt till she felt filled to bursting and beyond.
Hank grasped her ankles and urged them over his shoulders, so that her pussy was pointing almost straight up in the air, and he could thrust into its tight wet darkness as far as his huge, thick cock would go. His long, deliberate thrusts massaged her love knob again and again till she could feel herself suspended on the very brink of a climax.
"Now, Hank, shoot it into me now," she urged him as she felt her pussy start to quiver.
"Okay, baby, I reckon you're ready enough now. Ole Hank is going to fill up your sweet cunt with enough jism for you to go floating home."
He pumped fast and furiously, shooting his load of hot cum deep into her snatch just as she tumbled over the brink and started to come herself. She screamed ecstatically and wrapped her long legs around his neck as he pumped a steady stream of cum into her shaking, vibrating pussy.
Finally they untangled their hot; sweating bodies and lay side by side on the double bed, their breath coming in quick short gasps. It was some time before either of them spoke.
"Doris, baby, you are some fine lay," said Hank finally, breaking their companionable silence.
"You're not so bad yourself, Hank. Jesus, you must be a foot long!" answered Doris, reaching over to pat his softening cock.
"Thirteen inches, to be exact," replied Hank proudly. He was always happy when he found a broad who could appreciate the size of his tool. Too many of them seemed to think he was, going to ram it down their snatches, and it was going to pop out their throats or something, for chrissakes. Now Doris, she knew when she was getting fucked good. Yeah, she was airtight.
"You live in Clayburn, Hank?" asked Doris as she finally rolled off the bed and went searching for her hastily discarded clothes.
"Do now. I'm from Texas originally. Married me a little gal from here, but she done run off on me after we'd been married about a week. Said I should stick to horses. I was too Goddamn big for fucking people."
"She must have been one dumb broad," said Doris, shaking her head in wonder that someone would have let a guy hung like Hank get away.
"How long you stayin'?" he asked her.
"We're supposed to be leaving tomorrow morning, but don't worry, I'll find some excuse to stay on. Even if I have to dump him. I'm not so dumb." She tried to smooth out her skin, but it still looked wrinkled. Oh, well, she thought, Steve wife never notice anyhow.
"How about tomorrow afternoon, then? I happen to be off work. I'll pick you up at the same place about three o'clock?" His blue eyes never left her body as she tumbled with the buttons on her blouse.
"You better pick me up closer to the motel. I might not be able to get the car."
"O.K. There's a little general store 'bout a quarter mile down the road, heading away from town. I'll meet you there," decided Hank. "Reckon I'd better get you back to your car before your old man wakes up enough to come lookin' for you."
Hank drove Doris back to her car, and stood leaning against his pickup, watching her drive back towards the motel. Yessir, he thought, that was some fine lay.