The tool had soon grown so limp that her active cunt spat it out, as though it refused to hold a prick which was so little good. Hank rolled off when his cock had slipped out but she lay flat on her back with one hand clasped over her pussy. The muscles of her belly rippled softly as she bore down, seeking to expel the semen he had deposited in her. She felt the thick cream surge out of her cunt's mouth and slide over her waiting fingers. She spread the rich gruel over her flesh, plastering the dark, curly hair down flat, and then continued toying with the lips of her pussy.

"Hot damn, I never seen a woman so hot to feel a man's come running out," Hank exclaimed, sitting up in bed to watch her afterplay. "Both women I married would clap a tissue or a piece of an old shirt over it soon as I'd shot my load off. They didn't like to feel that come or see it either!"

"Some women are like that, I guess," Eileen mused. "I've always liked it. Feeling it run out reminds me of how much fun it was getting it in there in the first place!"

"Now that right there is one thing I like most about you. You've got a pretty good idea of what you want and you ain't afraid to stand up and admit to it. Yeah, a lot of women would rather stand up in front of the whole church and drink poison than admit to liking come!"

Hank wasted little time in bedtime niceties once he had relieved himself of the load of come he had built up for the past two days. A straightforward, self-centered ex-cowboy, he believed that women were made to be fucked, not talked to. He dallied for a moment but then got off the bed and began pulling on his clothes. Eileen did not bother trying to make him stay. She knew from long experience that he was good for only one fuck a night and she had little interest in him apart from his availability as a bed partner. She lay quietly, continuing to finger her pussy, and nodded peacefully as he left the room.

A far cry from Jack, she thought with a bitter grimace.