"Okay, hot shot," she replied good-naturedly, tossing aside her magazine and retrieving her purse. "Where are we going?"
"Thought we'd try a little place in town one of the locals recommended. 'Course we can always come back here for dessert," grinned Steve.
Doris thoroughly enjoyed her dinner; Steve seemed much more easy-going lately. Vacations must be good for him, she thought. He laughed and joked with her all through dinner, and didn't complain about anything. Doris decided she liked him much better when she wasn't clinging to him like a stubborn vine.
That night Steve fucked her sweet and easy, more like a lover than a stud, she thought. She didn't know what had come over him, but whatever it was, she liked it. She fell asleep dreaming about getting fucked by both Hank and Steve at the same time. One could bury his prick in her tight asshole while the other one banged away inside her cunt. Or one could fuck her while she sucked off the other one. Or one could fuck her in the as while the other one sucked her off. She finally drifted into sleep happily contemplating the seemingly endless possibilities.
When she woke again it was morning, and it took her a minute or two to remember why she was so God awful horny. Then she smiled, remembering her dream of the night before. Oh, well, no way that was going to happen, but it was fun to think about it.
She reached across the bed to let Steve know she was up and more than ready to get fucked, but her probing fingers found nothing but an empty space where Steve's well-muscled body should have been.
Reluctantly she opened her eyes and looked around. There was no sign of him. Damn! Just when her cunt was so hot she could hardly hold still, too. She thought about getting out the electric "muscle massager" she sometimes used to quiet her demanding pussy, but decided against it, even though its hard, pulsating rubberiness would have felt marvelous against her clit. She'd save it for Hank instead. After all, he'd have all afternoon to satisfy her.
There was still no sign of Steve when Doris called the front desk and learned that Hank was registered in number eighteen. She left Steve a note saying that she was going to walk into town and do some shopping, and have lunch. She giggled girlishly as she wrote "see you at dinnertime," and set off for number eighteen.
Hank wore a big smile and not much else when he opened the door and let Doris into the unit.
"I love your outfit," murmured Doris into his ear as she pressed her eager body into his outstretched anus. She pressed her cunt up against the hugeness of his stiffening rod. She loved the feel of his prick trying to dig into her snatch through the thin fabric of her pussy-pink shorts.
"Don't you think we should match?" Hank whispered beck, as his fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. He could feel her nipples hardening against his hands as he unbuttoned the only thing standing between his hands and her firm high cunt. He tossed her blouse aside and buried his face between her boobs, drinking in the spicy sweet fragrance of her perfume.
"Mmmmm, you smell so good," he said, massaging one firm, pink nipple with his mouth. Doris moaned softly as his fingertips sent shivers of pleasure from her boobs all the way down to her hungry, straining cunt. It felt like little jolts of electricity were zigzagging through her body, one after another finding their mark in the soft triangle between her long, slim legs. She pushed her pussy against his hard cock more urgently than ever.
"I can't stand it much longer, Hank. I dreamed about that mammoth prick of your playing in my pussy all night long. I'm so horny now I think I'll die if you don't fuck me soon," cried Doris, pushing his head against her boobs and pounding her match against his pecker.
"I do believe I have all the tools necessary to do the job right, ma'm," promised Hank, as his fingers snaked under the waistband of her pink shorts. She moaned as he touched the downy softness of her belly. The elastic waist stretched out in his hands and she cried out loud as his searching fingers found the edge of her bush. She pushed up at him frantically, and soon he was massaging her already wet cunt lips as she bucked frantically against his cream-covered fingers.
Impatiently Doris pushed down her shorts and kicked them aside. She grabbed his swollen cockhead with trembling hands and tried to stuff it into her hungry honey pot.
"Whoa, there, baby. Take your time. Besides, I'm too tall and you're too small to fuck standing up. Come on, I'll take you for a ride." Hank slipped his hands under the curved checks of her ass and lifted her up as easily as it she'd been a sack of feathers. He hoisted her up and over his jutting pecker, then lowered her so that her snatch rested on top of his enormous organ. He was so big his prick stuck out for several inches beyond hot ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.
"You're so big and thick it's like straddling a fence post," she giggled, enjoying the feel of his hard, ridged prick jammed up against her widespread cunt lips. His shaft rubbed across her clit as he walked toward the bed, sending tremors of ecstasy through her body with every step.
He eased her gently down onto the bed, so that her shapely legs dangled over the edge as she lay on her back looking up at him. Oh, God, thought Doris, he's going to eat me, I just know he is. I don't think I can stand it!
Hank pushed her legs wide apart and knelt on the floor in front of her now wide open cunt. She shivered as he started lightly running his fingers along the smooth inside of her thighs, then started softly kissing and licking them. Doris could feel the tension mounting inside her crotch as his lips and fingers drew closer to her hungry cunt. Her stomach was churning wildly as she closed her eyes and anticipated the moist probing of his tongue, the expert massaging of his skilled fingers.
"Oh, Hank," she screamed as his tongue found its mark and began playing lightly across her pussy, darting quickly in and out of the ridges formed by her pouting love lips, now and then lingering over the hard knob of her clit. "Eat me, I love to feel your tongue all over me like that!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Doris looked up in utter disbelief straight into the amused eyes of Steve Bradley, who was standing just inside the door. Doris was relieved to note that he didn't seem angry; on the contrary, he appeared to find the situation highly amusing.
"Uh, Steve," she stuttered, feeling herself blushing furiously. "This is Hank. Hank, this is Steve," Doris stuttered even more furiously.
Hank turned from between her legs and nodded to Steve, who smiled and nodded back. Suddenly the whole situation seemed incredibly ridiculous to Doris, who started to giggle uncontrollably, not bothering to close her legs or move from the bed where Hank had placed her.
Soon all three of them were laughing like old friends sharing a particularly funny joke. Doris remembered the dream she'd had last night. Maybe it was all fate. "Hank, why don't we ask Steve to join us?" she suggested hesitantly. "I mean, since he's here and I…" her voice trailed off as Hank looked at her questioningly, then shrugged.
"Okay by me, baby. But I gotta tell you I go strictly for broads. Guys don't interest me," he said, looking at Steve's well-muscled body rather quizzically.
"They don't interest me, either, Hank old boy. I'm strictly a pussy man myself. What do you say we gang up and show old Doris here a real good time?" Steve suggested. He was already unbuckling his belt, not even bothering to wait for Hank's answer. In a few moments he was as naked as Hank and Doris. Steve knew Hank was sizing him up even as he himself was studying Hank's awesome cock. My God, was he hung! A foot if it was an inch! But Steve was proud of his own stiffly thrusting toot; even though Hank's was longer, Steve took pride in noting that his was thicker.