"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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lisa stared at the door to Harry's office. He had been in there with Angie for well over an hour. Her cunt was tingling madly at the thought of what they were doing behind that closed door. If only she didn't have to tend the shop, she would gladly have joined them. She really would have to speak to Harry about hiring an extra salesperson soon.
"Excuse me, Miss," a male voice sounded behind her.
Lisa turned to stare into the grayest eyes she had ever seen. And his body! It was gorgeous! He had to be an athlete.
"Can I help you?" she asked, realizing that she had been blatantly assessing him.
"I imagine you could," he said, smiling. His tone didn't leave any room for misinterpretation, but he grinned charmingly and indicated he wanted to look at a pair of jogging shoes.
"You're a jogger?" Lisa asked unnecessarily. She couldn't take her eyes off of his superb body. His broad shoulders tapered to a slim waist and lean hips. She stared openly at the cock-bulge between his legs, wondering what a guy like this would have for a prick.
"I'd like to look at those," he said, pointing to a pair of high-priced tennis shoes, but his eyes were riveted on Lisa's rising and falling tits.
"I'd like you to look at them too," she murmured, and he knew she had caught his look. Neither one of them was talking about shoes any more.
"Is there someplace we could go?" he asked hopefully, the bulge in his pants growing larger right before her eager eyes.
Lisa sighed forlornly. If only Harry was available to watch the store – but he was still in his office, fucking Angie. As if in answer to her prayer, Harry's office door opened, and a very satisfied-looking Angie emerged holding Harry firmly by the arm. Lisa wasted no time.
"Excuse me, Harry," she said, smiling sweetly. "This gentleman needs to be fitted more precisely than most of our customers. I was wondering if I could take him in your office for an exact measurement."
Harry didn't miss the lewd look in Lisa's eyes. From the looks of the young stud beside her, her cunt must be creaming a gallon a minute already.
"My office is your office," he said. To Angie, he turned and smiled. "Now remember, I expect you to come back as often as you need to. We're here to give our customers that little extra service that keeps them coming back for more."
Angie giggled like a schoolgirl and gave Harry's crotch a furtive squeeze. "I'll be back, Harry," she assured him. "You just keep the pot boiling."
Lisa didn't hear any more of the conversation because she had let Bart into Harry's office and closed the door.
"Bart," she mused, after he told her his name. "I like that name. So masculine."
They were toying with one another, neither certain about making the first move. Lisa's cunt was the deciding factor. Knowing what Harry had been in here doing to Angie, and now having this Greek God standing beside her, were too much for her aching pussy.