"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.
CHAPTER SIX
Steve heard Doris' key turning in the lock as she let herself into their room, but he kept his eyes closed and continued to breathe deeply. Let her think he'd fallen asleep. Then she wouldn't be asking any questions about what he'd done, while she'd been gone.
He heard the bathroom door open and close; a few minutes later the sound of water rushing in the shower came drifting across the room. He heaved a sigh of relief. So far so good. She didn't suspect a thing, or else she would have been harping away at him by now. She was always suspicious, jealous bitch. Luck must be with him this time.
Finally he heard the water stop. By the time Doris came quietly padding back across the room he was snoring convincingly, sounding for all the world like a man who had been happily asleep for hours. He almost chuckled to himself and gave the whole show away.
He felt rather than saw her slip into bed beside him. Steve wondered if she was going to wake him up to fuck. He hoped not; those two overdeveloped teenagers had worn him out. He'd take care of Doris in the morning. He'd have to, or she would think something was wrong.
Steve was only half grateful when Doris did indeed turn her back on him, curl into a ball and go to sleep. He preferred to be the one who did the rejecting; he liked to keep Doris on her toes. He was still thinking about it when his snores became real and he could finally stop pretending to be asleep.
Doris was still asleep the next morning when he woke up with his usual morning hard-on. Sleep erased all the pout lines from her face and made her look fresh and innocent. She must have turned toward him sometime during the night; the rosy tips of her little breasts pointed up at him invitingly.
He toyed with the idea of waking her up and getting rid of his hard-on with a quick morning fuck. He looked at the watch he had left on the bedside stand. Six-thirty. Too early, really, to wake her up. She liked to sleep in when she didn't have to go to work. She'd be pissed if he woke her up, and God knows he didn't need that to deal with this morning.
He remembered seeing a pool in the middle of the horseshoe of green-pay units. He decided to walk over, maybe take a morning dip, and try and decide how he was going to talk Doris into staying on in this hick town so that he could fuck Mary Anne and Maybella again.
The blue-green water looked peacefully inviting in the rosy glow of the early morning light. Not as inviting as a nice wet pussy, but nice.
He was floating lazily on his back when he heard a slight splash. Before he had a chance to look around he felt a pair of hands on his ass pushing him over and under the water.
He came up splashing and sputtering, shaking his head from side to side as he tried to rub the chlorinated water out of his eyes. When he finally opened them up he found himself staring into a set of jugs that made Mary Anne and Maybella look like a couple of adolescent boys. The tiny red polka-dot bikini top barely covered the essentials. It was held up by two flimsy-looking strings that groaned under the weight they were expected to carry. Rounded mounds of milky tit were erupting out of the sides, top, even the bottom of the bikini top.
Steve finally tore his eyes away and moved them up to the face that belonged to the tits, half expecting to find himself looking at some fat, middle-aged broad. Instead he found himself staring into a pair of long-lashed green eyes that belonged to a face that could have been on a magazine cover.
"Hi there," she drawled. "I do hope you'll forgive me. I just couldn't resist. You looked so oblivious, I made a bet with myself that I could sneak up and dunk you before you knew what happened. I'm afraid I'm rather frisky in the morning. I usually go for a swim to get rid of some of my excess energy."
Steve let his eyes roam back over her body as she stood in water that reached just under her tils. She swayed gently from side to side, returning his stare with an equally frank one of her own. Underneath her enormous tits her lush body tapered into a slim waist, then blossomed again into full womanly hips. The thin fabric of her tiny bikini bottom was plastered against the ripe swelling of her mound, so that he could almost make out the little valley between her love lips. When his eyes traveled back to her face again, he saw that she was staring at the growing bulge his hardening prick was making in his trunks. He smiled, knowing already what was going to conic.
"Don't mind a bit," replied Steve genially. "But tit for tat, as the old saying goes." Before she had a chance to move out of his ray his hand had snaked down between her legs. He felt the outline of her pussy through her bikini bottom as he flipped her up in the water and then let her go, enjoying the surprised look on her face as she hit the water and went under.
She came up shaking her dripping red hair out of her eyes. Steve was relieved to see that she was laughing. For a moment he thought he might have gone too far.
"Tit for tat, hmm," she asked. "I can see you're a bit confused. What you grabbed was no clit. That was my sweet little snatch. Now this is a tit." She took his hand and placed it squarely on one of her gigantic orbs. "You think you go that straight now?"
"Let's see now. Tit," he said, massaging the breast where she had placed his hand. "Snatch," he went on, putting his other hand between her legs so that his palm rested against her pubic bone. "Yeah. I think I got it right now."
They both laughed, and Steve went on rubbing her tit with one hand and her snatch with the other. He felt her nipple harden through the flimsy material of her top. He reached behind her neck and untied the strings that were trying valiantly to support her mammoth boobs. Her tits sprung free, looking even bluer than Steve had imagined they would be. For all their unbelievable size they weren't too droopy, either.
As he bent in the water to kiss one pinkish puckered tip she gasped and reached under water till her fingers found his swelling cock. She reached inside his minks and began running her fingers up and down the long shaft, tickling his balls every now and then with one of her long fingernails.
He slipped his hand into the top of her bikini bottoms and found his fingers immediately entangled in a forest of soft, wet pussy hair. What a bush! Her bikini barely covered its luxuriant growth.
"Now that's what I call a snatch," he whispered, his probing fingers threading downward through her bush till he found the swelling lips that guarded the door to her tunnel of love. She closed her eyes and threw back her head as his fingers spread the thick outer lips and searched out the sensitive inner petals and the large bump of her clit. Her cunt was huge, much bigger than any he'd ever felt before. She moaned as he began to rub it, first one side and then the other, and her fingers worked faster and faster along his pulsing shaft.