Chapter 3: The Hotel

It was 2:30 when the shuttle rolled up, and the cast scattered. Gary went into the director’s RV while the others walked to their rooms. Pairing off, Sally and Brent went into her room, and Lila and Dan went into his.

“Sally, I’ll bet you want a shower. Can I join you?”

“You mean, rub your soapy hands around my nipples, my butt cheeks, my everything?”

“Nothing would make me happier. Ever since I watched Lila brush off your butt, I’ve had a chubby.”

“Liar!”

“It’s true! I can show you. But first, let me undress you, please.”

“Alright, if you really want to.”

“Of course I want to. Sally, you are a total goddess. Here, bend down a little so I can grab your shirt buttons. Here’s some trivia, did you know women’s buttons are the reverse of men’s? It’s because women had right-handed servants dressing them, while men dressed themselves. That’s the rumor. Spin around so I can unhook your bra.”

“Ooh, naughty boy, you’re reaching around to cup me. Do my saggy tits offend you?”

“Hush, sweetie, you are NOT sagging. I can tell; they’re at my eye level, you know. Ooh, and tongue level.”

“What’s that poking the back of my leg?”

“Oh, it’s nothing; just a little expression of my interest.”

“Bullshit, Brent, it’s that huge dick of yours. Will you just get naked and fuck the shit out of me? No more talking. Look, I’m dropping my pants; you get yourself ready and give me what I want.”

“Really?”

“NOW!”

Sally pushed off her pants, underwear, and shoes and flopped her body onto the old- fashioned iron bed. On her back, with her incredibly long legs spread wide, she watched impatiently as Brent struggled out of his t-shirt, shoes, and shorts.

Then he got on the bed with her and started licking her lower lips. She wasn’t having it.

“I said, NOW!”

With her strong arms, she gripped his torso and bodily shifted him up until his face was buried in her bosom and his cock was poised for entry.

With gritted teeth, she growled, “I want every goddamned inch of that monster.” He plunged forward.

“YES! Now, fuck me!”

Sally didn’t care about the bed’s squeaks and rattles. Her first climax came quickly. “Get the stool, Brent.”

The old bed was high up off the floor, so Sally’s long legs reached the floor while she put her face into the mattress. In order for Brent to have a comfortable angle, he needed to stand on a footstool to match up with her dripping opening.

When he was once again buried to the root, she cried out rapturously.

“NOBODY but you gets that deep inside me! Please, please, push harder! I want to hear you slapping against my ass.”

“Yes, my Goddess.”

He was out of breath as he stood behind her, bashing away as hard as he could. Not wanting to run out of gas before her orgasm, he was corkscrewing his cock, trying for maximum friction, and speeding up as much as he could.

Then, at least, her groan of satisfaction was his trigger, and they came together wetly.

Out of breath, he managed, “Shove over, Sally; I’ve got to lie down.” He plopped face down on the lower half of the bed beside her.

Sally picked herself up and stood with a wide smile. “Here you go, stud.”

She turned him over, picked up his legs, and put him on his back on the far side of the bed, close to the wall. Then she lay beside him, with her knees bent, because this bed (like nearly all beds) was uncomfortably short for her.

“You are so wonderful, Sally,” he managed, and then drifted off to sleep.

Still smiling, she watched as his wet cock slowly shrank and the head slipped back inside his foreskin.

“It’s a perfect pecker,” she thought. Soon, she was napping as well.