He looked up, grinning, and it was as if he were peeling away the surface, looking beneath, at the real Melinda Stillman, the cunt-dominated creature whose needs he'd awakened. "Hey, baby," he told her, and his finger shot into her pussy, barreling deeply.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!!" Melinda yelped, arching to meet the thrust. Her head shot back and her eyes mapped shut, and it was so much more satisfying to have his finger poking in a cunt that had known satisfaction only from her own finger for so Goddamned, frustratingly long a time…
His fingers were bigger than hers, bigger, more filling, and when he added two more to the one already in her, it was nearly as sweet as being stuffed with a fat prick. Melinda twisted her ass on the edge of the desk, moving this way and that, wallowing his digits with her snapping cuntal muscles, milking them the way she'd milk a cock if she could ever get one inside her again.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me with your cock, not your fingers. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
He kissed her clit while his fingers reamed her cunt, and it has a hot, wet, lingering kiss that seemed to stretch her tingly, aching nub, that sent piercing quivers of delight all through Melinda. She rocked and bounced, the polished mahogany desk heating beneath her ass, and she could feel warm sticky juices on her flesh, pouring from her pussy with vigor and abundance, more and more as he played with her, teased her, fingered her pussy toward the release that would come like an atomic blast when – if – it ever came.
She was almost numb with pulsating need. The only live portion of Melinda's body was the tube of her pussy, and every inch of that shivered and tingled with feeling. All her sensation had concentrated itself there, and the rest of her was only a vessel to contain, to sustain that intensity of emotion. Eyes still shut tightly, she fucked her pussy with his hand, determined to suck from his fingers every ounce of delight she could get.
Her heels bumped against the sides of the desk, and only then did she realize that she wasn't leg-locking Dave Hammett any longer. He was rising slowly to his feet, and she could feel his body lifting, though his fingers continued to ram and stab into her cunt. Melinda opened her eyes cautiously, frothy bubbles forming on her lips as saliva coated her breathing, and she saw that Dave was standing now, that he was using his free hand to undo the belt and zipper of his pants.
Out, into the light of day, he dragged it – his cock – oh, God, she thought, his cock! It was a beautiful specimen of the male organ, too, and nothing at all, really, like her husband's. Neil's organ was long and thick, fattest at its bulbous tip; Dave's prick was more reminiscent of a punch-tool – large at the base, tapering to a narrower point. About wren inches long, she estimated, though it was no time for sober analysis. All that counted was that Dave Hammett possessed a cock and, in a very few moments, her pussy too would possess that cock, even if only for, a short time. God grant it would be long enough to give her the satisfaction for which her entire body screamed madly.
"Yes," Melinda whispered, reaching boldly to touch his penis. Ooooh, Jesus, it was hot as fire, the skin of it slick coating for a bone-hard inner structure! She locked her fingers around the thick base, then slid them back toward herself, sliding lastly over the small but plush glands. Dave moaned as in fingers lingered there, squeezing, entreating, and he leaned into Melinda. The head of his dong touched the widely split mouth of her pussy, and she felt him already pushing, as if he meant to drive it up her right now, without any further ado.
"Nowwwww," she whispered, just as his face came down to kiss hers. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, felt him suck it, then withdrew and allowed him to reciprocate with his own. At the sac time, Melinda reached again, grabbing Dave's cock. He twisted, made himself fully available, and she planted his tip on the open gash. He thrust, but so did Melinda, and it was a mutual, dual effort that carried him into her churning cuntal sheet.
Oh, dear God, way they fit together!
Melinda swallowed him with sucking vaginal hiccups, and within a split second he was in her to the root, fucking like a wild man. She felt him bang his groin against her snatch five or six times in such rapid succession it was difficult to tell where one stroke ended and the next began, and his base ground against her swollen, wet pussy lips. The lowered tab of his zipper scratched slightly when he was fully immersed in her, but it was an interesting kind of scratch, one that made Melinda's pussy quiver and twitch and bang against him in a masochistic quest for more of the same. And she could feel a hug swollen pair of balls straining behind the tight fabric of Dave's pants, a pair of stones that promised her – that guaranteed her – the imminent, intoxicating prospect of a pussy shot floodtide full of hot sticky cum. Melinda moaned, and she raised her legs, locking them around Dave's body as he groined and fucked and fucked and groaned.
The shape of his prick acted as an extra turn-on. He could fuck deeply, while the thicker dimension of his cock base did marvelous, exciting things to the supersensitive shallow portion of her vagina the area nearest the mouth. And when he was in her to the root and rotating his body against hers, so that his dick moved in sexy semi-circles…!! She clamped her legs a little tighter, anchoring her heels just behind his knees, and she strained her pussy upward to meet his thrusts, to swallow his pecker gluttonously.
"Your husband ought to be hung up by his balls if he has any." Dave had her by the tits now, and it was obvious that he took strong delight in the way her lush boobs spilled over his clutching hands, the fly ha hot hard nipples burned into his palms. Melinda took equally strong delight and she wasn't shy about displaying it.
"The hell with my husband! What kind of balls do you have?"
Oh, Jesus, she was getting hotter and hotter! Her pussy was on fire, and her womb felt as if it had just upended. A groan caught in Melinda's throat and she thought she might choke on it. She coughed and moaned again, and her pussy moved with grater determination, savage in its need for climax.
"Oh fuck me hard and deep," she murmured, clutching him with arms, with legs, and, most passionately of all, with every inch and ounce of her sopping, sucking cunt.
"Try this," Dave panted, and he drove his prick into her with a fury that surpassed even his previous efforts. He thrust hard, burying his tool in her tunnel, and he quivered against her, soaking himself in the sticky musk of her juices, and Melinda gasped in appreciation. Her legs shot straight out, toes wiggling, and he moved again, slamming it up her once more.
Then he moaned "Chriiiiiisssstttttt…" for that last stroke had carried him beyond the limits of his endurance. He embraced Melinda, hands diving down to entrap her buttocks and lift her into the impalement of his prick, and then, moist bunts of air whooshed from his mouth as his cock began to empty itself inside Melinda's cunt.
She felt him coming, squirt after squirt of cum blasting from the tip of his pecker, deep in her snatch, and the feeling was fantastic. Each separate eruption jolted through Melinda, and she rocked about, savoring the seismic quivers. Warm liquids boiled in her belly, her heart skipped a telltale beat, and Melinda shrieked, "Oooohhhhhhhh – I'm cooommmmmmmmiiinnngggggg toooooooo!!!" She'd almost forgotten how it felt to erupt into orgasm with a hard cock spurting in her tight-snapping pussy, but as the incredible pleasure took charge of her body, Melinda remembered, and she was positive she'd never be so forgetful again. The mouth of her pussy was scraped nearly raw by the thick, wedging presence of Dave's cock, while hot cum flew in a non-stop river up the tube of her vagina, into the snapping maw of her uterus.
And her pussy reacted ecstatically, exploding in ripples and contractions that squeezed and tensed Dave's cock, sucking more and more cum from its eager tip. Oh, God, the way he shot his seed! His balls jerked inside his pants – she could feel them where he ground against her – and he fired off salvo after salvo of boiling man's milk. She could see his face paling till it was nearly as white as the juice he poured into her pussy, but still she could feel his cock going off, going off, going off, another volcanic eruption, another…