He knew her climax couldn't be put off a second longer. He probed deeply with his strong tongue, fucking her hole with it. He sucked her more and more strongly as her heels beat a mad tattoo on his back and her hips bucked and mashed her cunt against his mouth.
"Ah, ohhhhhhh! I'm coming, Greg, I'm commminnnng!"
Her cunt hole convulsed around his out thrust tongue. Her frantic climax made her shake and cling to him for long, long moments before her arms slid from around his neck to lie limply on the cushion. Her eyes slowly opened. Her fingers brushed through his wavy hair. She sighed softly.
"You eat my cunt like no man I ever met," she whispered. Her eyes were misty and wide. "Greg, let me undress you. I want to suck you so badly I could cry."
He kissed her but shook his head. "I can do it quicker. My cock won't wait any longer to get into that soft cunt of yours."
He stripped naked. His long cock jutted out below his flat, hard-muscled stomach, twitching with his eagerness to fuck her pink cunt-tunnel.
Greg crouched between her widespread legs, his rigid rod coming closer and closer.
Ann trembled with anticipation. As his cockhead nudged between her slippery pussy lips, her hips slid down on the cushion. He was in her with one swift, long stroke.
"Oh! That feels so fucking good," she moaned. His stiff boner spread her cunt-walls as it sank into the depths of her steaming hot pussy. Her legs wrapped tightly around his body. She felt the stiff fullness of his cock pulsating in her cunt.
"Mmmm… ah… now, now… don't move," she whispered. "Hold it still in me. You feel so alive in there. I love the way you throb inside me."
She could sense the hot blood coursing through the distended veins in his cock. It surged and quivered with every strong beat of his heart. Ann found she simply could not hold still. She began slowly rotating her hips, making his prick stir around in her pussy. His hips drilled his swollen shaft in and out of her writhing twat.
"You are so fucking hard and so fucking good in me!"
He began driving harder and harder, fucking her with long rhythmic thrusts. His fingers slid into the soft quivering crack between her hot asscheeks.
"Yes! Do it! Push your fingers up my ass!"
As her hot butt squirmed down hard on his probing fingers, he massaged her puckered entrance more rapidly. Ann's voice rose in a tiny little-girl squeal of delight when his thick middle finger slipped in knuckle-deep. He plunged his finger rapidly in and out of her asshole as his cock fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Shove it in harder! Oh, damn! Fuck my pussyhole! Ram that finger harder up my butt."
Ann felt the sweat trickle down her ribs. Her tits rose and fell with every gasping breath she took. His finger stabbed in and out of her asshole, faster and faster. She bit his ear, his neck, his open mouth. Her eyes glazed with her lust for his reaming rod, churning in her blazing hot cunt.
"Give it to me! Fuck the living hell out of me! I wantt you to hurt me. Jesus, I'm so hot I'm going out of my fucking mind! Rape my cunt! Rape it!"
His cock pounded into her, driving her into a fucking frenzy of biting and clawing and beating his ribs with her clenched fists his cum built up deep inside him, burning to burst out through his stiff cock, fucking frantically into her squishing, creaming cunt. Her pussy slammed back against every thrust of his rigid cock. Her mouth flew open, but only a gasping moan came out. An iron band seemed to close around her head. Her legs waved crazily in the air, then whipped down to cross over his back and drive him to fuck her even more wildly.
Her features were distorted with her wild urge to feel the raging cum boiling out of his cock. Every singing nerve in her body seemed to center around her cunt and her stinging asshole, to grow taut as steel cables.
"Oh, my God in heaven," she moaned as she began sliding his stiff rod over the crest of her orgasm. "I'm coming again. Again! Oooooo… coming, coming, commmmiinng!"
His cock exploded a torrent of raging cum into her spasming cunt. Her intense joy swallowed her up completely. Her head rolled around in mindless ecstasy. She clung passionately to him while his prick flooded her slit with his thick hot load.
Her cunt kept squeezing and pulling on his cock until it had drawn the very last drop of hot cum from his balls.
"That… that was fantastic!" Ann sighed when at last his wet prick slipped out of her hole.
"There isn't another woman in the world like you, Ann," Greg said softly, brushing the damp hair back from her face. His lips found hers. They melted into a tongue-sucking kiss that left them both limper than ever.
Greg struggled to his feet, holding the couch arm for support. "Whew!" he muttered. "If you'll just hold the damn room still for a minute, maybe I'll be able to find those drinks you made. My cock needs a little rest."
"Are you sure about that?"
Ann smiled up at him. She leaned back and spread her legs, lewdly. Greg could feel the heat from her body washing over him. His cock began to rise again when his eyes followed her hand sliding up her thigh. It was half-up when her fingertip brushed over her pink cunt. It was up throbbing stiffly in the air when she slid her hips toward him and pushed her slim finger into her wet cunt hole.
"Damn it all, woman!" he exclaimed. "You know what that does to me! You're going to fingerfuck your cunt, aren't you? You're going to drive me nutty listening to the sexy squish of your pussy around those fingers. Well, I'm not going to listen. I'm going to run into the bedroom and hide?" His grin told her he wasn't too angry with her for teasing his cock erect again so quickly.
"Go run!" Ann urged bin. "But my snatch will find your cock. It's impossible to hide something that big in this tiny apartment."
He groaned in mock desperation. "Is this the night I die?"
Ann shook her head. "No way. Tonight is the night to start to live!"
When Ann tried to stand to follow Greg into her bedroom, she gave a low moan and fell back onto the sofa. Instantly Greg was beside her, looking at her flushed face with concern in his eyes.
"What's wrong, honey?" he asked anxiously. "I-I'm O.K. Just a little dizzy. Guess it's because I haven't had anything to eat. I… well, I've had a busy day," she told him.
Greg pulled her to her feet and walked her down the short hall to the bedroom. "Get some clothes on," he said firmly. "There's a drive-in burger joint over on Century. I could use some food, too. Something tells me this is going to be one long fucking night, and we need our strength. Come on. No argument!"
Ann nodded and obediently buttoned a thin blouse around her sensitive boobies and rummaged through her closet for a skirt. She slipped into a short fur jacket and went back to the living room to find Greg dressed and gulping the last of his strong drink.
His big Cadillac eased through the night traffic. Ann sighed with contentment, her head on his shoulder and her hand cupping his warm crotch. She felt his cock growing bigger and bigger under the teasing pressure of her hand.
"I'm going to eat this dick clear off," she whispered hotly, unzipping his fly. His hard cock snapped into her eager hand.
"Have mercy, woman," Greg laughed, wheeling into the parking lot and looking for the darkest parking place he could find. But he couldn't make himself tug her mouth up off his stiff boner.
Her tongue swirled madly around on his pulsing cocktip, darting into the wide pee-slit at the very end. Ann stretched out on the seat on her belly both hands softly stroking his cock while her tongue bathed every inch.
"May I take your order, sir?" the young waitress asked, leaning against the car door. Then she saw Ann's blonde head bobbing up and down in the glow of the car's dash lights.
"Oh, shit! Mother cock-crazy female. That's the third blow-job I've seen tonight. I'm so fucking horny I mixed up the last two orders!"
But she stood close to the door with her elbows on the window edge, watching Ann's flicking tongue lapping up and down his stiff cock. She grinned and reached in for his thick cock, tugging it away from Ann's mouth.
"You can't order with your mouth full of hard cock, honey. As much as I'd like to watch, I gotta keep on movin'! This place is a horny madhouse tonight."
Ann smiled sweetly at the waitress. "Burgers and fries. And coffee. And put that cock back where it belongs."
"You got it, baby," the girl said, giving Greg's hardon one last loving pat. "But have a heart. Eat your burger here and him someplace else. I'm goin' in to attack the cock."
She disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, shaking her head. Greg told Ann to sit up, but he reached for the seat switch to make more room between the steering wheel and his pulsating hardon.
"This is crazy, Ann," he grinned at her. "We're acting like sex-mad teenagers. We're supposed to be staid and respectable people, remember?"
"I don't care," Ann giggled happily, her hands busy. "Everyone else in this place is making out. Why can't we?"