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She was eyeing his belly-hugging hard-on. Even after coming so hard from his greedy tongue-fucking, she knew she wouldn't rest till she'd had his cock as well. And it was obvious that Larry wasn't going to disappoint her. With a horny growl, he let himself down on her and drove his steel-stiff cock roughly into her juicy little cunthole. Sharon took it with a gasp of delight. She craved some hard fucking, as hard as she could get it.

"Yesssss, get into meeee," she hissed. "Give it to me, Larry, fuck my pussy good, baby."

Larry clutched her hot little ass and started fucking into her like a pile-driver, snorting with lust as he hammered his stiff cock in her deliciously, snug but juicy cunt. Sharon clung to him and dug her nails into his shoulders whimpering and squealing her pleasure as she took his steady, rough fucking. She couldn't stop creaming. She soaked his prick, and then the molten liquid overflowed her crammed cunt and gushed down the crack of her ass.

"You like it, baby?" Larry rasped. "Am I fuckings you good?"

"Unnnhhhh, you're rattling my teeth and I love it," Sharon gurgled. "Give it to me hard, Larry, as hard as you can."

She didn't know how many hard fucks it would take to finally satisfy her raging lust, but she was just getting started. That hot fuck with Ross and now this lusty session with Larry were a good beginning, but it was going to take even more. It was a good thing the convention was lasting three days! Sharon wailed in ecstasy as Larry's pistoning prick reamed every inch of her hot little pussy hole and drove her helplessly towards climax.

"Ahhhhhh, Larry, you're fucking me so good," she wailed, "I'm almost there, I'm gonna come fast."

"You and me both," he groaned.

Sharon arched her body and rubbed her lust-engorged clit against his sawing cock shaft. That was all it took to send her into orgasmic convulsions. Her cunt clamped hard around. Larry's deeply lodged prick, and he began to come, too.

"Unnnnhhhhh, Larry, you're making me come," she gasped, "I'm coming so hard!"

"Awwwwwwww, shit, aaaggghhhhh, take my come, awwwwww!" Larry bellowed.

Afterwards he invited her to stay with him all night, but Sharon declined. She had to attend all the sessions of the convention and take notes, as she'd promised her fellow teachers. Just as important, she didn't want to get attached to any one guy. She liked Larry a lot, and that was a bad sign. Tomorrow she'd go after another attractive stranger, then another – and maybe some day she'd finally satisfy her burning lust.

Sharon was busy till noon the next day, attending meetings and taking notes. By then she was ready for a brisk walk and some fresh air. She changed into jeans and sandals and t-shirt and left the hotel. She hadn't walked two blocks before the incident happened. An old lady in front of her had bet purse snatched by a young man who'd darted out of an alley.

"Hey, stop!" Sharon cried, running after the kid.

As she started running, she realized she had no hope of catching him. In fact she hoped she didn't catch him because she'd be no match for him in a fight. But maybe chasing him and yelling would have some effect. And it did.

After a few blocks the kid panicked, dropped the purse, and fled. A few seconds later a patrol car sped up and screeched to a halt. A cop jumped out – and Sharon couldn't help noticing what a sexy-looking guy he was.

"What happened here?" he asked breathlessly.

As Sharon explained, she looked him aver. He was just over six feet tall, ruggedly built, and very handsome. His blond hair was bleached by the sun, and he had electric blue eyes. Sharon hadn't expected to make it with anybody but the prowling married men at the convention, but here was a man she definitely wanted. She stood up straighter and thrust out her chest a little more, showing off her big firm tits under the tight t-shirt. She thought she saw the cop sneak a glance.

"Okay, Miss Lester," he said, "will you wait here a second, please? I may need to ask you a few more questions, but first I'll see that the lady gets her purse back."

Sharon waited by the patrol car while the cop hunted up the robbery victim and returned her purse. While he was gone, Sharon debated about whether to come on to him. She really had the hots for the guy, and her pussy was feeling all steamy and wet as she thought about fucking him. But maybe he was on duty and wouldn't have time for her, or maybe his particular code of ethics didn't allow him to mix business with pleasure. She was still debating when he returned. He held open the car door for her.

Sharon was surprised. "You need me at the station?" she asked.

As they got into the car and he pulled away, the cop broke into a grin and said, "I do have one more question for you, Miss Lester. How about having lunch with me? It's just about time for my break."

Sharon flashed him a big smile and said, "I'd love to have lunch with you, Officer…"

"Jim," he grinned.

"And you can call me Sharon," she said.

They hadn't driven many more blocks before they decided to have lunch in Sharon's motel room. By then neither one of them was interested in food. Jim left the prowl car in the anonymity of the huge motel parking lot, and they took the elevator up to the third floor. Sharon was quivering with excitement as she fitted her key into the door. Discovering Jim had been totally unexpected, a very nice surprise.

As soon as she locked the door behind them, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, backing her against the wall. Sharon snaked her arms around his neck and rubbed her body against him, and as she did so she felt his cock balloon into hardness against her rubbing mound. His tongue searched her mouth and she felt her aroused cunt leaking a thick flood of juice that soaked right through her panties.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, darting her tongue into his mouth.

As they exchanged darting tongues, Jim's hands explored her tall curvy body and ended up on her tits. He rubbed her nipples through her t-shirt till they were stiff and throbbing. Now Sharon was creaming through her jeans. Jim's hard-muscled body turned her on like crazy! At last they broke the kiss and stared hungrily at each other, their faces flushed, their eyes hot and glassy with lust. Jim picked her up and carried her over to the bed.

"The minute I saw you, I wanted to get into your pants," he confessed with a grin. "Lucky my lunch hour was coming up."

"The feeling was mutual, Jim," Sharon purred as he laid her down.

He sat on the bed beside her and pushed up her t-shirt, ogling the tightly packed cups of her little lacy bra. He reached around her, unhooked the bra, and drew it off. He was just dropping it on the floor when they heard a key turning in the lock. They were both so startled, they didn't move as the door opened and a motel maid walked in with an armload of clean linen. She was at middle-aged woman, on the stout side, and when she saw Jim and Sharon she stopped in her tracks.

"Oops," she said. Then as she recovered from her surprise, she grinned and said, "I'll put on the 'Don't Disturb' sign as I go out, okay? And remember to use the chain lock."

She set the linen on a chair and left. "A woman after my own heart," Jim laughed. He walked over and put on the chain lock, then leered at Sharon. "Now, where was I?"

Sharon leered right back at him, and as he approached the bed, she was creaming like crazy. He sat on the edge of the bed and cupped her big firm tits and squeezed them. Her stiff nipples dug into his palms, and he could feel her hot tits throbbing as he molded them. Sharon's thick eyelashes fluttered, and she moaned softly as he played with her tits. She reached out and rubbed the hard bulge at his fly.

"We don't have much time," he sighed.