She was, he knew, putting on a good show for him, but he enjoyed hearing her talk and told her to continue.
"Don't wait, baby. Stuff it right inside my hot wet snatch. Oh do it, do it."
Bret got up on top of her and braced himself, his legs outstretched behind him. "Take my prick in your hand. Put it right into place," he told the waitress.
Norma Jean reached between his legs, grabbed hold of his enormously swollen ivory cock-shaft and waited for Bret to move down. Then, when he was in place, she aimed his dong into position and he moved even lower, another few inches and it touched the lips of her pussy.
Pushing her hand roughly away, Bret took a deep breath, centered his weight at his hips and rammed his cock right into place, right down between her legs where her vagina made a V-shaped gash that was too lovely to resist.
"Oh shit, it's too big, too big," she moaned loudly.
Bret laughed viciously and slammed down hard, feeling his cock moving into place, making a tunnel down into the very hot depths of the waitress's slick and dripping pussy. Her vagina was so tight that it felt as if she was scraping the skin off his dick. Burrowing all the way down, he rested on top of her, feeling the last hot inches of his pecker disappearing into her hole.
His hairy belly pressed against her loins and he held her in a rigid embrace, his arms around her shoulders as he began to beat out a sharp resounding tattoo. Bret hammered his tool in and out with deeply penetrating strokes.
Faster and faster he worked on her as he felt her cunt grabbing hold of his meat like a well-oiled sleeve, a tight-fitting glove. "Use your muscles, your fucking cunt muscles," he told her, banging into her snatch with a wild kind of fuck-hunger such as he hadn't felt in quite awhile.
It's not Lois, it's not Lois, he kept saying to himself, reveling in his virility, in his power and strength and ability to do it with whomever he desired.
Norma Jean clamped and unclamped her cunt muscles around the man's rigid cock. She felt him lashing down again and again, whacking into her, his hips pressing her flat against her back. She felt her curly pubic hairs against his flesh and she arched her pelvis up to meet his strokes, one after another.
Bret felt insane, filled with uncontrollable excitement. His body was keyed up like a well oiled machine and every thought, every rippling motion, was centered on fucking Norma Jean.
The girl's like an animal, he thought to himself as he felt her raking her fingernails against his back. They tossed and rolled around from side to side in a frenzy of erotic delight. Bret slammed into her snatch with all of his energy, savoring the tightness and the warmth as Norma Jean began to nip his shaft, using her muscles to milk his cock, gripping it so tenaciously that Bret thought there were fingers and not a cunt holding onto his meat.
"Kill me with your cock," she moaned. "Fuck me, baby. Split me in two I love it, I love your meat, your big fat meat," she ranted, clutching him and humping up to meet each shattering cunt-splitting stroke.
He rained down blow after blow as his buttocks quivered with each penetrating insertion. Bret was pumping his meat in like a maniac, push it down into the woman's hot body, into the depths and farthest reaches of her pussy. He felt a kind of molten energy overcoming him, giving him back his youth and his adolescent fuck-power. And then, he knew it was all over.
He felt his huge bloated scrotal sac tightening as it plopped and whacked against Norma Jean's upraised thighs. "Shit, now, now!" he screamed out, grabbing her breasts and twisting the nipples savagely, ferociously, as suddenly he came.
"Do it, come, come!" she cried out to him, feeling Bret stiffening on top of her.
"Oh God, I'm shooting, coming into your cunt you fucking bitch, coming, coming!" Red-hot wads of jism spurted up out of his piss-hole, drenching the inside of the woman's hairy muff as Bret's entire body went through spasm after spasm. Each burst, each shot of come was followed by a convulsive shudder as if every muscle in his body was being used to pump his semen into the waitress's deliciously tight and arousing twat.
He was still coming, his wads of sperm spraying into her womb when she seemed to shoot as well. The waitress clutched him, held him against her as she smashed her body up against his powerfully muscled physique. Her tits pressed and flattened against his hairy chest as she kept shivering, yelling, "What a fucking cunt-splitting cock, what a piece of meat, meat!"
Then, her climax overcame her.
Her words turned to incoherent ramblings and Bret sensed her going rigid in his arms as she trembled and he felt a fresh discharge of her pungent musky juice slithering down the cock-filled walls of her vagina. It bathed his own spurting shaft in a sensual and oily film of liquid warmth.
Finally, they could do no more. They had exhausted their come, at least for the moment.
He lay on top of her, drawing deep draughts of air as he tried to catch his breath. He was sopping wet and his cock was fast going limp inside her well-stretched and belabored snatch. When he pulled it out he offered it to her and Norma Jean closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and licked Bret's pecker dry.
But he could feel the old familiar signals telling him that he wasn't ready to call it quits. Forgetting office responsibilities, forgetting that once was usually enough, Bret was determined to stretch his thirty bucks, to buy as much physical pleasure as he possibly could.
The waitress' eyes were closed as she lay there exhausted and Bret took the opportunity to jerk himself off, rubbing his fingers up and down the length and breadth of his cock until it slowly began to throb again, filling up with blood.
Rubbing one finger along the woman's juicy come-smeared vaginal furrow, he lubricated his cock, hoping that she wouldn't open her eyes and see what he was doing. He knew that if she saw him with another pulsating and throbbing hard-on, she'd say that it would cost and he wasn't in the mood, wasn't willing, to lay out any more bread. So he worked quickly, secretively, gazing at the waitress' beautiful lush body and her firm ripe boobs as they rose and fell with each breath she took.
Finally, he was ready.
His cock stuck straight up in the air, jutting forward between his grizzly muscular thighs. His rotund balls swayed from side to side and he knelt down and turned the waitress over on her belly.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked, opening her eyes and taking a look at him.
He was crouched behind her, gripping his cock as he pulled apart the cheeks of her luscious and irresistible bottom. Her asshole was too lovely to be ignored and Bret knew that he had to fuck her that way before he left. His cock was just itching to get inside those plump ripe orbs and he remembered how tight and dry her rectum had felt when he had thrust his finger deep inside it.
Smiling, he said, "I'm just going to plow right into your ass." Then, as she tried to pull away, moving like a snake along the floor, Bret lunged forward, wedging the round blood-engorged head of his cock right up between her ivory-white cheeks.
"You motherfucking bastard!" she screamed as she felt the man's hot poker pushing against her asshole. "You wanta kill me or somethin'? You'll rip me in half you fucker! Stop it, now, this minute!"
But Bret wasn't about to stop for anything in the world.
He shoved forward again and with a great rippling moan, shuddered with delight as more than half of his cock slid up inside the waitress' tight dry hole. He shoved again, not wasting a second, impaling her to the very base of his well-lubricated penis. Feeling his nuts hitting her ass and his hairy belly frictioning the cheeks of her butt, he kept his dong in place, savoring the tight warmth which embraced and surrounded it.
Norma Jean was panting, her face filled with pain. "It hurts so much, so much," she moaned.