Longarm and the Stagecoach Robbers by Tabor Evans Page B

began kneading his tight muscles with a relaxing, healing touch.
    â€œNice,” he murmured at one point.
    Then amazingly, he drifted off to sleep while Charlise Carver massaged him.

Chapter 26
    When Longarm awoke, he was on his back and Charlie was tugging at his belt buckle. She already had his fly unbuttoned.
    â€œYou’re awake,” she said.
    â€œBarely.”
    â€œThere is something you should know. I am a widow. And a lusty woman. If that bothers you, now would be the time to get mad and storm out of here.”
    Longarm only smiled.
    Charlie pulled his boots off and tugged his trousers down over his hips. When she saw the size of what he had to offer, she gasped. And smiled back.
    She stood and quickly shed her dress and underclothes.
    Charlise Carver was not a big woman, but she was nicely put together. She had full tits with protruding nipples and exceptionally large areolae. Her waist was small with a puffy vee of dark hair in her crotch. Her thighs were slender—he liked that—and failed to meet at the top.
    He could see droplets of juice clinging to some of her pussy hair. The lady was more than ready.
    She carefully folded each of her own garments and laid them aside then returned to again sit on the side of the bed, her hands falling quite naturally on his lower belly.
    â€œIt’s beautiful,” she said. He did not ask her what she meant by that. He was pretty sure he already knew.
    Charlie’s hand found his cock. Her fingers curled lightly around the shaft. She squeezed. Ran her hand up and down.
    â€œIf you don’t stop that,” he said, “you’re gonna have a handful o’ jism to clean up.”
    Charlie laughed. “There are worse things that could happen. Are you close to coming just from this little bit?”
    â€œIt’s been a few days since I got laid,” he admitted.
    â€œThen let me take the pressure off. We can romp and play later, but for now . . .” She bent low and took him into the warmth of her mouth.
    â€œD’you think . . . ah, that’s nice . . . d’you think you can take it all? Just push on through int’ your throat. Ah!” Longarm arched his back and cried out aloud as Charlise pressed down onto him, his cock filling her mouth and on into her throat.
    He could feel the head pass through the ring of cartilage at the upper end of her throat. There was a slight resistance when it penetrated to that point, then it burst through.
    Charlie gagged a little but she did not back off. She cupped his balls in her hand and, with one fingertip, lightly tickled his asshole.
    Longarm was loving the feel of all this, but he could not hold back. Almost immediately he felt the gather of cum deep in his balls and then the quick, spurting release deep into her mouth.
    Again he cried out aloud. Then collapsed onto Charlise Carver’s feather bed.
    There would be time enough for proper play—so to speak—later. But for now . . . it was good.

Chapter 27
    Longarm lay still, enjoying the peaceful predawn. He had gotten some sleep through the night. A little anyway. Now Charlie lay on her back. Longarm was on his side, his legs scissored in with hers, his dick filling her.
    Charlie moved a little, then moaned. She proved to be easily and deeply aroused, quick to reach her own climax and quick to bring him to his.
    Despite the full night of screwing, his dick was ramrod stiff, with the kind of hard-on that made men claim a cat couldn’t scratch it. Longarm knew the expression but had never actually attempted to see if it was true.
    He moved his ass just enough to draw his cock to the entrance of her pussy then rocked forward again, stroking her a few inches at a time. Charlie’s breath began to quicken and her pussy lips fluttered and clenched as she reached what must have been a powerful climax, at least judging from the way she stiffened and gasped.
    â€œNice,”