The transformation Nancy had made from a frigid, fearful virgin to the wanton woman writhing beneath Harry's plunging prick was nothing short of miraculous.
She cupped her hands under her ample tits and thrust them toward Harry's mouth. Harry saw her offering and relinquished his hold of Lisa's pussy. Quickly, he inserted his fingers where his tongue had been. Lisa didn't miss, a beat. She still arched and humped against him.
Harry's mouth fell on Nancy's ripe tits. He sucked and tugged at her pert nipples until they were hard as tiny rocks. Her clit was a raging inferno of lust. No cock had ever done tether what Harry's cock was doing. He was rubbing her clit, sucking her tits, making her insane with desire. He was going to succeed, she realized with some astonishment. This incredible man was going to make her come on his prick!
"Oh, fuck me, Harry!" she shouted. "Fuck me with that hard rock prick of yours! Make me cream! Make me drown your prick with my cum!"
In and out, up and down, Harry rocked her spasming cunt with his cock. The sensations of her warm, moist velvety pussy sent sparks shooting through his prick. She was going to come, all right, but so was he… hard and fast!
"Take my cum, baby!" Harry shouted, reaming out of her cunt with thrust after mighty thrust. His fingers tore in and out of Lisa's pussy at the sonic time. "All together! Ail of us come together!"
Harry's prick fired into the seething cunt beneath him; Lisa's cunt gushed a sallow of cum juice onto his reaming hand; Nancy's cunt spewed a torrent of fuck juice onto his spurting cock.
"We did it!" Lisa gasped. "We all came at once!"
"Oohh, it was so good," Nancy sobbed. "So very good. A cock make me come! I can't believe a cock made me come. I'll never be able to thank you enough, Harry!"
"That juicy pussy of yours drowning my spurting prick was thanks enough," Harry assured her.
The three naked bodies finally untangled themselves. Nancy bought four pairs of shoes, she was so grateful. Harry and Lisa watched her leave the shoe store with a smile of contentment on her face. It felt good to have helped a fellow human being like that.
"That was some fuck session," Lisa said, smiling at Harry.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "it'll probably be a long time before we get anyone that good again."
Actually it wasn't more than five minutes. Lisa came hurrying over to Harry after she'd started waiting on a customer.
"Oh, Harry!" she cried, "I feel so bad."
"What? After that fabulous fucking out you've just had."
"Oh, I haven't forgotten that," she told him hurriedly, "it's just that…"
"What?"
"That woman there. Oh, Harry, she's so unhappy. Her husband ran off with his secretary three weeks ago. She's just feeling so wretched. She was practically crying. I think she thought that buying a new pair of shoes would help lift her spirits, but actually it's only made her more depressed."
"I can't bring her husband back," Harry said, not quite knowing what Lisa was driving at.
"I don't think it's her husband that's worrying her," Lisa commented, a knowing look coming into her eyes. "It's been three weeks since she's been fucked, Harry, and she's going out of her mind!"
"Well," Harry beamed, "why didn't you just say that in the first place. I'll step into my office where we can be more comfortable. Send her in in a minute!"
"Oh, Harry!" Lisa cried, "you're so wonderful!"
Harry settled himself in the overstuffed chair behind his desk. As he waited, his cock began to get hard. A timid knock on the door caught his attention. He grinned.
"Come in."
A slim, attractive woman in her early thirties stepped into Harry's office. "The young lady out there," she raised her hand indicating Lisa, "said that maybe you could help me." She was trembling from head to foot.
"Close the door," Harry suggested.
With shaking hands, the woman did as Harry told her.
Harry stepped from behind his desk. "I understand you've had some personal problems lately."
"My husband left me," she said quietly.
Harry nodded in understanding. "I had a wife who skipped out on me years ago," he lied, hoping to gain the woman's confidence. She was shaking so hard, she needed to be fucked and fucked bad.
"Then you do know how I feel!" she cried. "Oh, how could you bear it… but then, you're a man, you wouldn't have to worry."
"You mean about finding somebody to fuck?"
She looked at him, embarrassed. "Yes," she admitted quietly. "Oh, my cunt is so horny. It seems like forever since I've had a good hard prick inside me." She collapsed to her knees, sobbing.
"You poor thing," Harry said, hurrying to her side. "Don't you worry another minute about your cunt. Ol' Harry will take care of it. Now, honey, what's your name?"
"Angie."
"Angie, I want you to get undressed for me. Your cunt is going to get the reaming you deserve."
"Oh, Harry," she sobbed happily, "do you mean it?" She read the look of lust in his eyes and she knew that this was indeed her lucky day. She had been so horny, she had scarcely been able to walk without rubbing her thighs together. Now, she was going to be able to fuck a hot, prick to ease the ache in her cunt.
Her hands reached out timidly, fumbling with the zipper of his trousers. Harry did not reach down and help her. He decided that she wanted to undress him. He was only too happy to oblige.
He inhaled sharply as her hand moved against his naked flesh. She had pulled down his zipper and stuck her hand inside his fly. He shuddered and moaned at the hot contact of her fingers.
"Oh, it is a prick! A hot thick prick!" Angie sobbed. "It's been so long!" One by one, her fingers curled around the throbbing length of Harry's prick. She pulled it away from the confines of his trousers, watching with lewd fascination as his rock-hard prick stuck out straight from his fly.
She began to jerk his prick savagely up and down. Her fingernails trailed sensuously along its length. She stroked him rapidly, moving up and down, up and down, from the hairy base of his balls to the tip of his cockhead. Her sweaty, eager palm was moist and slippery against his throbbing flesh.
"Oh, it feels so good to touch a prick again! So damned good! I can't wait to feel it reaming out my cunt! Oh, God, look at this thick, meaty cock!"
Closing his eyes, Harry savored the pumping pleasures Angie was bringing to his twitching prick. She gripped him with a firmness he found remarkable. Her strokes were long and deep. She pulled from the root to the bulbous head of his cock.
"Get undressed, Angie," he hissed, then stepped back for a moment to watch her. He smiled as she unveiled her tits, one at a time. The firm thrusting nipples were twin peaks of desire. Her cunt muff had a teasing, welcoming look about it that would drive any man wild.
He reached out and wrapped his hands around her firm, high set tits. She went back to stroking his hardened prick. He enjoyed the weight of her tits in his hands. He lifted them, pulled them, squeezed them together. Her nipples begged for more.
"I want to watch your prick," Angie whispered. "I want to watch your prick while I'm jerking you off."
Harry moved back a little, reluctantly releasing his grip on her tits. His only contact point with her now was her grip on his prick. He wanted to watch her stroking ministrations to his prick, too.
His cock was swollen and throbbing. The thick red length of his prick contrasted sharply with Angie's pale white fingers. She stroked it with smooth, fluid motions. He could feel his prick growing hotter, harder, thicker.
"Oh, I'm so hot!" she gasped. "Jerking your cock is setting my cunt on fire."
She resisted the almost overwhelming urge to sink to her knees and take his thickened prick between her lips. Her cunt needed relief.
"Would you lick my cunt for me, Harry?" she asked. "Please, would you lick my cunt?"
She didn't wait for his answer. She lay down on the carpeted floor and spread her legs wide. One look at her gaping, creaming cunt was all the incentive Harry needed. He dropped to his knees between her legs.
"Make me come, Harry!" she begged.
Harry leaned toward her fired-up cunt, his naked cock throbbing wildly. His breath was coming in heady gasps. She was more than he had bargained for. Her legs were spread lewdly, invitingly. He licked his lips in anticipation.
"Lick me! Lick me, Harry, please!"
Her cunt lurched upward, ramming itself into Harry's open mouth. He could smell the oozing wetness of her pussy. He was highly aroused by the enticing aroma.
"Lick my cunt 'til I come, Harry!" she pleaded. "Oh, God, it's been so long since I came!"
Harry ran his tongue up and down, licking at Angie's cunt. He could feel her body reacting to his touch. Her cunt gushed more wetly.
Her belly jerked spasmodically.
"Oh, that's it!" Angie cried. "Oh, that feels so shittin' good!"
She grabbed his hair and forced him to probe deeper into her pussy with his tongue. Her thighs scissored together around his neck, and she began to hump up and down against his licking tongue. She rocked and bucked.
"Oh, I almost forgot how good a tongue can feel in my cunt," she moaned. "Oh, lick me, Harry. Lick my clit! Lick my cunt!"
His nose nuzzled her muff hair, pressing against her clit. Her whole body jerked as he came in contact with her clit. In a sudden wet thrust, he stuffed his tongue up her cunt hole.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Angie gasped. "That is incredible!"
She ground her cunt against his mouth in a slow, torturous circle, screwing her body along the length of his tongue. His mouth was sealed against her crotch, his tongue inside her pussy, his lips kissing the lips of her cunt.
"Lick me, Harry!" she shrieked. "Lick me hard and deep. I want your friggin' tongue to blast me off!"
Harry rolled his tongue from side to side, jamming it against the trembling wall of her cunt hole. His tongue was straining through his teeth, pressed deeply into the soft moistness of her cunt. Angie's cunt muscles contracted, as if her intention was to snap his tongue off by the root and leave it wiggling inside her. He pulled his tongue back, escaping her crushing cunt.
She moaned with disappointment. She reached out frantically and pulled him back against her. She ground her hips, smearing the wetness from her cunt all over his face. He cupped his hands under her tensed ass muscles, allowing him greater access to her cunt without fear of being smothered. He lapped eagerly, tonguing her clit until a convulsive, shuddering moan ripped through her.
"I'm going to come, Harry!" she screamed.
Harry continued to stab at her clit, aware of the intensity of her pleasure from the shudders that were shaking her body. He pressed her clit hard, forcing it to retreat into the folds of her slippery cunt until only the very tip – the most super-sensitive part of her clit – was exposed to his seeking tongue. He began to stroke it savagely, fanning it in a wild rhythmic beat that sent quivers of ecstasy shooting through Angie.
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "Ooohhh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her hips drove at him, as he continued to batter her clit. He licked it, lashed it, lapped it, laved it. He felt it explode under his slopping caress.
"I've come!" she groaned. "I've really come at last! Oh, Harry, oh, oh, oh!"
Her body quivered from the tip of her head to the bottom of her toes. Harry could feel the contractions sweep through her. The tide of her orgasm broke the dam in her cunt. She tensed, stiffened, then relaxed, and stiffened again. Her cunt shot forth a ceaseless gush of cum juice.
"Keep me coming, Harry!" she begged. "Oh, please, keep your tongue in my cunt and keep me coming!"
He could taste the sweetness of her cunt juice and slurped it up eagerly. Her pussy was delicious! His mouth was filled with the glory of her orgasm. He stroked his cock in and out of her, pulling his tongue all the way back until it was lodged between her cuntlips. Then he thrust forward, refilling her contracting fuckhole.
"Oh, more, more, more!" she pleaded. "I'm not done yet. I can't be done yet!"
Harry's cock was stiff and throbbing. No, he thought. You're not done coming yet, little lady. But your next orgasm is going to be with my cock imbedded in that gushing fuckhole of yours.
He stood up, took his cock in hand, went to his knees and guided the swollen head of his prick toward the sopping-wet entrance to her cunt. He pushed his way between her lips and reveled in the feel of her heated pussy. Her cunt fire set fire to his prick. He shoved his cock in farther, all the way up to his balls.
"Oh, that's good!" Angie cried. "I want a cock in my cunt! Oh, that's perfect! Shove that cock into me, you bastard! Make me come all over that fat-ass prick!"
Her eyes were wild, Harry noted. She had abandoned herself to her emotions. Her mouth hung open, sweat dripped from her body. She reached for his cock as he started to pull out to being his fuck-thrusts.
"Deeper!" she ordered. "I want that fuckin' cock of yours deeper in my fuckhole! You hear me! I want to feel that, mother fucker all the way up to my throat!"
Harry pushed in again, as deep as he could go. He watched his cock disappear from sight into her gaping pussy. Wetness oozed from her cunt, slopping over the sides of her pussy as his cock skewered deeper and deeper. Her legs tensed with pleasure of his entrance. She had come with his tongue, now she would come with his prick.
He began to fuck her deeply, slowly, watching his cock drive in and out of her slippery cunt. The flesh of his prick had been dry during his first thrust into her cunt, but it came out wet, coated with the creamy juices of her multiple orgasms. His cock was thick and powerful, ready to do what nature had designed it for. He smiled as the inner lips of her cunt clung to the sides of his prick, as if they were kissing him deeply. Harry pulled back, all the way back, until he could see the tip of his cockhead appearing between the sweaty folds of her cuntlips. He thrust forward again, burying his prick until their bellies touched.
"I'm going to come again," Angie moaned. "I can't believe you're going to make me come again so soon!"
She reached down and grabbed his balls as he continued to thrust into her fuckhole. She squeezed them, held them, like the fragile eggs they were.
"Fuck me, you mother fuckin' bastard!" she wailed. "Fuck me until I die!"
His cock turned into a wild thing, ramming mercilessly in and out of her slavering cunt. Harry beamed with a kind of primitive excitement as his cock began to dominate her, bending not only her body, but her will. It gave him pleasure to be in control of this woman – body and soul. The way she responded to him was a sensual excitement all its own.
In the mindlessness of her passion, Angie would have done anything he had asked of her. Her sole goal in life was to come and come and come again. And Harry was making her come. Harry was giving her what she so desperately needed.
"Oh, Harry!" she cried. "I'm coming so hard! Aaahhh!" Her body spasmed upward, driving her cunt into his thrusting prick. The muscles of her cunt gripped his prick so hard, he wondered if she might pull it off of his body.
He shoved his cock in and out of her pussy relentlessly. His spine stiffened, his legs went rigid. His entire weight rested behind the thrust of his prick. Deeper, deeper, deeper he drove into her quivering cunt.
His orgasm, when it came, blew him away. It was like an exploding ball of orange flame. It seemed to start in his belly, race through his balls, and culminate in the mind-shattering intensity of the spurting cum that tore into her cunt. Like a volcano, his cock burst inside her. Gush after gush of hot cum burbled into her. He could feel it coating the walls of her pussy.
"Oh," he grunted, clenching his teeth together. "Ah, Angie, that was a ball-buster, baby!"
Even after he thought he'd been drained dry by her sucking cunt, he still shot another couple of loads into her.
The woman was insatiable. She had been without a cock long enough that one tongue reaming and one cock-reaming were not enough. She was still begging for more.
"Don't stop, Harry!" she pleaded. "It may be a good long time before I find a man as accommodating as you are. Please, fuck me one more time for the road. Oh, Harry, please, ream me out 'til I can't stand up! I don't want to walk out of your office, Harry – I want to crawl out!"
Her cunt refused to relinquish its hold on his prick. His cock had finally finished spurting, but her cunt hadn't finished a final series of quivering orgasms.
I'll give her one more for the road, all right, he thought. When she finally loosened her grip on his prick, he eased, himself to his knees and spread her cunt lips with his fingers. Without a pause, he buried his face in her cunt, eating out a seemingly limitless supply of their mixed fuck juices. She came two more times while he licked her, giving him that much more to drink. By that time, his cock was hard once again, and she really had one more for the road.