"Oh, Judd – Mr. Lorimer – oh, stop! Please – no oh, wow! You're killing me!"
He groaned into her slit, and rummaged around in it, tasting and drawing, using his tongue and his teeth as well. Concentrating on the throbbing ache of her clit, he soon brought her gasping to a tremendous climax.
She came in a bursting of hot rays, humping to his mouth, fucking him furiously in the face as she held to his head and pumped her cunt at him.
"Judd, eat me! Eat me up, you far-out man! My pussy – oh, my pussy! I'm flying apart – coming so hard I can't stand it!"
Somehow, she got her legs curled up around his shoulders and had his head clamped between her thighs. Grinding her sizzling cunt all over his face, she smeared his chin, his nose and cheeks with her overflowing pussy juices. Head back and making little sobbing noises, she heard him gulping at her snatch, felt him drinking her excess juices.
He continued to eat her box tenderly, even after her legs slipped off him and she let go of his head. But the violent waves of orgasm were subsiding in her cunt, and she felt limp, inside and out, gone soft all over. Maybe she had melted, she thought, and turned into the same kind of slick oils that made the bubbles in her pussy. In a second or two, she would seep into the couch cushion and vanish forever, turned into a wet stain that was a monument to Lorimer's fantastic cunt-lapping.
Judd stopped gobbling her twat then, and edged slowly up her body, kissing her belly, her rib cage, running that educated tongue around her nipples one by one. He was at her throat, and she gasped, realizing that he was going to force her to taste the residue of her own pussy.
His cockhead was very large, and rubbed insistently at the drippy gates of her snatch. Ills mouth covered hers, the lips mobile, the tongue shoving wetly, thickly inside. She sucked on it, disappointed that the flavor was only slightly changed, that there was no more than a hint of leftover cunt oils on it.
He poked at her cunt with the blunt end of his prick, and she wriggled to get set right, to open that quivering sheath for him to fuck. He got it into her gash, shoved the bulbous and spongy cockhead between her pussylips, spreading them wetly, forcing them apart easily because her snatch was so drippy and steamy from his sucking.
"Ahh!" she breathed into the cavern of his mouth. "Oh, Judd – that feels so good. Fuck me for as long as you can. Shove that big prick deep in me and make me squirm on it. Put your big club up my pussy and screw me all day long."
"You passionate little bitch," he said, working his strong shaft around inside the narrow grasping of her cunt. "I wish I could fuck you until you pass out, then screw you some more while you lie there limp."
She hiked her crotch, ground her snatch wetly on the heavy rod, and felt the flanged head touch her cervix.
Stroking powerfully into her, he made corkscrew motions that twisted his shaft within her hole, that turned her on in a blaze of blissful movements. Sunny tried everything with him, bumping high and dropping back swiftly, lifting up and holding her crotch tightly to his so he couldn't thrust fully, shaking and clamping down as if her cunt were some kind of runaway machine.
"Tight – hot – squeezing down on my cock…"
It was the words, too, she thought; it was the talking that made it all better than the mute fucking of a dog. But when she got going with George, when she had the Great Dane's super-hard shaft buried in her twitching pussy, she forgot he couldn't talk, and his whining did just as well.
Judd was almost as hairy as her dog, too – thicker in places, not as wiry in others. She rode his pistoning rod, seesawed on the meaty joint that filled her cunt to its farthest expansion, and raised her arms to wrap them lovingly around his neck.
He was pounding her now, jarring her entire body with the force of his hungry thrusts, and she tried to wring his prick with rotating motions of her crotch, tried to tie it into knots of slippery flesh and strong sinew.
His balls – big and hairy, wet now from her lubrications – his balls swung into the cleft of her heaving ass with the rhythm of a kettledrum. Her tits swung back and forth across the sweaty forest of his wide chest, and just as Sunny felt him stiffening out, she locked her teeth into his neck and hung on.
"Oh, shit!" Judd snarled, and pushed at her head, but she had it fucked too closely into his throat for him to get much leverage. But even though he struggled with her, fought against the sharpness of her bite, he continued to drive his ram-rodding prick into her shuddering cunt.
She moaned through the grip she had on his skin, and gave a series of convulsive humpings of her belly. Battering her crotch into his, she felt the marvelous sensations rising, knew it surged behind her knees and swiftly up along the taut flesh of her thighs. When it exploded at the pinnacle of her clit, she moaned again, and her head rolled back from the beautiful, utter shock of her coming.
Another stroke bludgeoned into her pussy, and yet another hammered into her relaxing cunt. Then Judd Lorimer popped his nuts with a wordless cry of ecstasy. His jism came hosing into her narrow twat like a nozzle gone wild, spitting furiously against the end of her womb, splashing hot and slippery onto the walls of her cunt. As always, his cum was thick and buttery, bubbling and foaming under the pent-up pressure of his jerking balls.
He sighed atop her, his weight pressing down upon her small tits, his prick soaking full length in the clasping velvet of her pussy. She licked into his ear, and Judd shivered; she pushed her tongue into his ear and held it there, stroking his hairy shoulders with both hands.
Lorimer pulled his head away and backed his cock carefully out of her torrid hole. "You bit me, you little bitch. You left a mark on my neck that I'll play hell explaining."
Sunny felt wonderful. "Worried about your wife seeing my teeth marks? Just tell her you were bitten by a bitch."
Rubbing his neck, Judd swung his feet off the couch. His cock raised itself like a flagpole with a shiny knob on top; only his knob wasn't golden, she thought, and it had been rained on.
Judd said, "You got so excited when you were coming you tried to eat me back, to use your mouth in some way like I was using mine."
"I don't know," she answered, stretching out her legs and sliding down on her side. Pressing her belly against the cheeks of his ass, she curled over so that her tits were against his thigh, and the breath from her open mouth stirred into his soaked crotch hairs. "I wanted to make you fuck harder when you were coming. Hey – I can see your cum around the root of your prick. It's all frothy, like it was run through a mixer."
"Hell," he said, "it was. You can shift gears inside your little pussy and grind up a man's cock. Like I said before, you're naturally born to this kind of sport, to fucking and eating prick like you'd been trained all your young life. And that's kind of strange, because your mother seems frigid to me, a real ice-maker. Maybe your old man's genes carried all your sexuality."
She blew into his crotch. "I don't know that, either. I don't remember much about my father, but I don't think my mom is all that cold – just lonely and kind of shy."
Lorimer looked at his watch and shuffled his feet. Sunny held his leg and said, "Don't you want me to go down on you again? I can do a better job this time, now that I've had some experience."
"Come on," Judd said. "Your mother may come home anytime now. We got started late today, remember? And my kids are somewhere around the house. Look, we'll get together tomorrow."
"That's too far away," she said. "Guess I'll have to fuck George some more."