Andy sucked on her neck and edged lower, licking down her chest and deftly unbuttoning her blouse. He pushed his head over her tits, still encased in her bra. Then, he began to suck on them through the lacy material. Her nipples grew hard and firm as he lashed his wet hungry mouth over her boobs and, at the same time, Lois moaned softly as she felt Andy sliding one hand up and under her skirt.
"God, you're making me feel insane," she told him, not daring to move, holding onto him as his large and powerful hand edged up her thigh, rubbing and exciting her incredibly.
"Baby, I'm so hot for you. I'm burning to get inside, sugar," he groaned, finally reaching the front of her panties.
Lois gasped as Andy felt the wetness of her undies. Then, he slipped one finger under the elastic legging and grazed against the border of her pubic turf. She didn't know what was happening, except that there was this animal on top of her, this animal that was a man who excited her to a degree she found almost frightening.
Whereas Monroe and Tony constituted blind and mindless cocks, devices she had used for her own ends, Andy Lane was different. Somehow, she felt that he was special, unusual and she clung to him with abandon, shivering as his finger kept exploring, moving over her pussy until he reached the hairy split between her two outer cunt lips.
"They're so puffy, swollen," he told her, wiggling the tip of his finger up and down the hot wet furrow. "Shit, my cock's so hard it's ripping my pants open."
Lois pushed her hips upwards, trying to snatch up his finger, to impale herself with it. She wanted Andy to shove his hand down into her pussy and fill some of the emptiness which she was incredibly aware of.
Her cunt muscles fluttered, seeking to hold his finger in place as she kept gasping and whimpering, arching her body as he finally moved his hand down. "Yes, push it in, more!" she begged. "Give me more. Shit, I need cock, I love it!"
He touched the knobby button of her clit and she went berserk.
With a short scream of pure animal lust, Lois raked her fingernails across Andy's back and pushed upwards, wanting more, more of his hand and then his cock to fill her and make her whole again, to make her cream until all the unpleasant memories and bitter thoughts were purged from her body, exercised like demons.
But Andy was nervous.
There were people upstairs and here he was cavorting around on the couch with a married woman. But Lois didn't care. At that moment she didn't care if her husband came down and saw her, her blouse undone, her skirt up around her waist and this man on top of her, fingering her twat, sucking on her tits and making her do things she never would have believed herself capable of.
For she was far from passive.
Slipping one hand down between them, Lois tried to feel Andy Lane's cock. Suddenly, he pulled his hand out from under her skirt and sat up, staring at her with a smile on his lips. "You're really a piece, kiddo," he said admiringly. "A real hot piece of ass."
But she didn't hear him. She was looking at this thing, this huge hard thing which moved in Andy's trousers. Lois touched it, squeezed it and made him shiver. Oh, but she wanted to feel his cock going into her, stretching her pussy wider than ever before, making her groan and pant for his cock until she got what she wanted, got it right between her legs.
Slowly, seductively, she reached for his zipper, she pulled it down inch by inch and reached inside, gasping loudly as her fingers curled around his penis. For he wasn't wearing underwear – that in itself she found marvelously erotic and exciting – and she touched the shaft of his dick and pulled it out into the open.
It was difficult maneuvering it out of his pants for his cock was so large and unruly that she had to let him help her get it out. And when it finally emerged, stiff, the skin stretched so tight that his penis looked as if it was sculpted out of marble, she could only stare at it with wide and unbelieving eyes.
From the cock-head which was as big around as a large peach, to the pulsating veins along the shaft, Lois couldn't think of anything other than to shove her lips towards it and suck greedily and excitedly on this huge massive instrument of sexuality.
"Do it, baby," he groaned. "Suck on it; lap it up with your tongue you sweet little cunt you," and he felt her lips covering the round smooth and blood-engorged head of his pecker.
Lois could barely get her lips around it and she stretched her mouth as wide as possible, trying to accommodate him. Never had she enjoyed sucking a cock as much as Andy Lane's magnificent throbbing dick. She looked at it with such longing and desire, thrilled to have it between her lips.
It was so big, so gargantuan, that the very thought of Andy ramming it down between her legs made her dizzy. Lois knew he would satisfy her as Bret, or even Monroe and Tony, had never done before. She lowered her head over his cock, sucking in as much of his juicy meat as she possibly could.
Then, she pulled back, raising and lowering her head and mouth-fucking him while her tongue slurped and licked circles along the pulsating shaft. She felt the veins which stood out like braids of rope along the length of his penis and she felt the underside with its ridge of highly sensitive flesh.
Harder and harder she worked on it as he cupped her tits in both of his hands and massaged them hotly, groaning, getting more and more excited and physically aroused. "Make me come, baby. Oh shit, make me cream right in your fucking hot little mouth!" he begged hotly, shoving his hips upwards as if to stuff every last bulging cumbersome inch of his hose down her throat.
Lois wanted him to reach a climax. She wanted to see how wild and animalistic Andy could become when he got ready to shoot. So she worked harder, harder and faster, sucking so quickly that her neck began to ache as her head bobbed up and down over Andy's enormously thick and rigid tool.
Finally, she could sense that he was approaching the peak of his pleasure and that his physical fulfillment would soon become a reality. Swiftly, Lois reached inside his pants and grabbed hold of his round wrinkled sac. His nuts were so heavy she could barely hold them up in the palm of her hand and as she fingered the base of his penis, juggling and toying with his nuts, Andrew Lane suddenly stiffened and screamed out.
"Now you cunt, now! I'm shooting! Suck on it, swallow it down oh yes so hot, it feels so hot and wet!" he sobbed as her mouth clamped tightly around his throbbing dick and she felt the first gush of hot white semen splattering into her throat.
It gushed out, splashing thick and creamy and Lois kept sucking on the man's penis as she swallowed more and more of his slimy cream. Bret had never come as much, she decided. More and more cream flowed out, thick wads of the stuff which seared her throat and clung to her tongue and teeth.
Andy was rocking, going insane, pawing at her tits and foaming at the mouth as he ejaculated with a force and power that truly amazed her. But finally, the last thick wads of his semen dribbled out and she began to tongue his cock hotly, licking it dry as he moved back, pulling his limp shriveled tool out of her mouth.
Even in repose, bloodless and detumescent, it was still amazingly big and thick. Lois looked at it and felt the last traces of come sliding down her throat. She was exhausted and didn't even believe it when she felt how wet her panties were. They were soaked through and she had to take them off and dry herself for fear that her cunt juice would leak down her legs and people – especially her husband Bret – would notice what was happening.
"That was beautiful, just unreal," he told her, looking into her eyes as he carefully shoved his cock back into his pants and rearranged it until he was comfortable.