"Here it comes!" he cried.
Claire whimpered in anticipation, salivating heavily as she drove her head far down on his fuckrod… and met his first thick spurt on the way, as it shot from his cockhead in a mighty jet.
His cum hit the back of her throat. She gulped it down and mouthed all of his prick, taking him in balls-deep. As she drew back up, he shot his second wad. It skimmed over her arched tongue in a creamy cascade. She drank it merrily down and kept bobbing, as if her head was a pump, pulling the juice from the well of his balls.
Her mouth was filling up faster than she could swallow his jism. It overflowed her lips and poured back down his prickshaft, pooling up on his balls. Up and down she went, milking and nursing, sucking and tonguing for all she was worth.
It was making her hot to drink his cum.
Her pussy had opened and ribbons of cunt-juice were running down the insides of her thighs. She knew that she was going to have to finger-fuck herself as soon as she finished emptying his prick. Maybe he would like to watch her do it. Or maybe she should go back over to Molly's for another cuntsucking session. She would decide afterward. At the moment there was only one task at hand, and that was emptying Mike's big cock and drinking his succulent jism.
He sprayed her cheek with a dose, then hosed the roof of her mouth with another. He flooded her tongue and throat. His hot jism was running through her teeth and soaking into her gums and dripping from the roof of her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, willing to ignore her own needs as long as he was feeding her that delectable fuck juice, abandoned to the joys of cum-drinking. He was coming so hard that she could actually hear the cream squirt from his cockhead, shooting out with a moist, hissing sound. She could feel his balls collapse as they emptied themselves and poured the creamy load into her mouth.
Mike's body was racked by spasms as his cum shot out. His back arched deeply and he emitted a strangled cry, a bubbling sound rather, as if his own throat were flooded with jizz. He threw his head back, staring at the ceiling with sightless eyes, his mouth hanging open, his chest heaving violently. As he shot, his loins recoiled. The man seemed to be suffering the shock of an electric current, some high voltage charge galvanizing his body, as if his prick had been plugged into a wall socket instead of into Claire's hot mouth.
Claire was jerking around, as well, her body out of control as it yielded to pure lust. She might have been drinking from a soldering iron, instead of from a prick, from the way she reacted. Her face was a mask of passion, enhanced by the jism that ran down her chin. Her nipples and her clit hummed and cunt-juice poured down her thighs. She hummed as his cum hissed into her greedy mouth and puffed as it bubbled down into her belly in load after load.
His flow lessened, still coming but with less vitality. Instead of hosing her throat now, Mike was dribbling his jism onto her arched tongue and pursed lips.
Then she had milked the last drops from him and, although the cum-loving woman continued to nurse on his knob, she could not drag another solitary nugget of jizz out of him. She slowly drew her lips from his cockhead, smiling happily, contented by the vast load of cum she had been fed… contented as far as her mouth was concerned, at least. Her pussy was a different matter, for with her cum-hunger sated, the woman's cunt was smoldering for its own share of Mike's cum.
She bent down and, starting with his balls, used her nimble, cum-soaked tongue to lap up all the hot, thick jism that had overflowed her lips and poured down his meat-rack. Claire did not want to waste a single drop. If cum was fattening, Claire would have been a fat girl.
She sat back on her heels, looking at Mike.
His cock was swaying back and forth, like a tree in a hurricane, still standing upright but no longer iron hard. It was as if his prick could not decide if it should collapse or if it should get stiff again. Her eyes gleamed as she gazed at his big fuck-tool. Then she gave a little shrug. Claire couldn't help it.
She just had to get fucked.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mike's eyes were closed, his head tilted back, panting and wheezing from his open mouth. He had come so hard that he was semiconscious, his vitality squirted from his prick.
His prick continued to sway indecisively.
It looked like a cobra rising from a basket and swaying to the movement of the fakir's flute, Claire thought. And Claire had a hairy basket into which that cobra could go. It was the same way that it had happened with her friend Molly, that spiraling descent into naughtiness. Molly, who had intended at the start simply to let the mastiff tongue her cunt, had wound up sucking and fucking with the dog. Now Claire, who had only given Mike a blowjob in order to keep him from fucking her cunt and to keep herself from committing adultery, found herself longing to have Mike's long, thick cock plunging into her pussy.
With her cunt smoldering, Claire had lost her last qualms about fucking the man. She was able to rationalize it. Since she had already sucked his cock and swallowed his jism, it wouldn't be any naughtier if she fucked the man, as well.
Smiling in anticipation, she got to her feet and began to take her clothing off. Mike heard the rustling of her garments through the haze of his semi-conscious condition.
He opened one eye and looked at her… and found Claire standing over him, stark naked and smiling lewdly.
His cock snapped and stiffened again.
The man slowly smiled as he realized that he was in for a further treat from the gorgeous blonde's hot body.
"Changed your mind, huh?" he rasped.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass off, you bastard," she said.
Mike reached out for her, but Claire stepped back. Now it was her turn to control the situation, to humiliate Mike as he had tried to humiliate her. Having made up her mind to get fucked, Claire was now in control of the situation.
"No," she said. "I want you to fuck me doggy fashion – so I don't have to look at your ugly face!"
Mike winced.
"I'm gonna pretend you're someone else," she hissed.
"Cocksucking bitch!" he snapped, infuriated.
Claire shrugged, grinning wickedly. She said, "Of course, if you don't want to fuck my cunt, that's up to you."
But it wasn't. Mike's prick was the master of his actions and that dominant prick was not about to turn down a chance to bury itself up Claire's juicy pussy.
That was evident to Claire. She gave the man a challenging look and turned away, then got down on the floor on all fours. Her ass was turned toward Mike. He stared at her juicy, heart-shaped ass-globes and at the flowing swamp between her thighs. The bitch, he thought, it would serve her right if I was to stick it up her asshole, instead of her cunt. But he lusted for her cunt. And, anyhow, he figured, the damned bitch would probably love it up the shit chute, anyhow.
Mike groaned and slid from the couch, coming to his knees behind Claire's ass. His cock stuck out like a spike, as hard now as if she had not sucked him off at all. His prickhead throbbed and the shaft rippled and his potent balls were rapidly refilling themselves as, inspired by the prospect of fucking her, his sperm factory went into overtime and spun the jism out.
Claire waggled her ass invitingly. She had lowered her head to the floor, one cheek on the carpet, her slender back deeply arched so that her taut ass was thrusting up at the highest point of her body and crotch was elevated to the coupling position. Although she had claimed that she did not want to look at Mike while he fucked her, she was looking back now, still smiling. Her tits brushed against the carpet, the nipples stiff as nails.
Mike placed his fanned fingers on the checks of her ass, and spread those tight cheeks apart. Leaning down, he began to run his tongue up the crack of her ass. When he came to her asshole, he tongued away at the tight brown bud, then slipped his tongue right up that crack, causing Claire to whimper.