Roger laughed too, and they rolled together. Connie's leg slid across his lap, tickling his half-hard cock with the nylon of her dark stocking, and she felt him rise against her.
"I think you're refilled," she pointed out.
"Did you have any doubts?" he asked huskily, reversing her on the bed. Now her head pointed away from him, her feet toward him. He prodded her legs open and gave her cunt a thorough inspection with his fingers. She squirmed as he split her labia and started to poke inside, but it was a pleasant feeling, thanks to the warmth and wetness of her gash, and Connie found her hips twitching in syncopation as he tested her for response. The smell of her aroused pussy was drifting into the close air of the bedroom. Like a bitch in heat, she thought smugly. Any hound in the vicinity only had to take a sniff to know when she was ready to be had.
"Hey," Roger asked, "do you have any moral objections to being my main course?"
She only giggled, charmed by his comparison.
"Right on," he said, his head dropping into the playground between her legs.
He gave her a vigorous eating-out with his vigorous mouth, his tongue and teeth active on the swollen flanges of her slice. First he nibbled the very slightly protruding inner labia, where they peeked shyly from Connie's split, and then he spread them with his tongue, stabbing inside to tickle the slickness of her pink vulva. She throbbed and cooed in response, heaving from side to side as he became more serious and concentrated in his oral attack. He was using his fingertips to keep her slit parted, using them to splay her and play her, while he pretended to search for an elusive clitoris. That was right under his nose all the time.
In fact, his nose was the instrument that first located Connie's scarlet sex trigger. He bumped her button once or twice with his nose, jiggling it just to hear her cry out in joy, and then he drew it into his mouth for a bit of suckling.
She had a delicate, tender clit, a bit larger than the avenge, and it grew firmer, larger, more sensitive as his lips plied and tugged its supple elasticity. Connie tried to lift her ass from the bed, to sock him in the face with her increasingly wet pussy, but she found herself unable to move. He was as definitely in control of her physical reactions as she had been of his, and she loved it. Not many men her own age could gobble match the way Roger was gobbling hers, and she knew it. If his generation hadn't exactly invented oral sex, it had at least learned that the woman deserved pleasure in return.
A muted cry burst from her lips and she felt her heart thumping madly and her pussy twitching in a quick orgasmic tremor. Connie could sense the increase in her juice flow. Now Roger was tasting the musky essence of her womanhood, a sensual wetness that that dampened his mouth as he continued to nudge her love button, and she wished she could open herself widely enough to draw his entire sucking face into her body. Her cunt ached at the very thought, but it was a delicious kind of ache and she wished the feeling could last forever.
The orgasm didn't rush and ebb and finally dwindle, the way hers usually did. It intensified with each second and Connie suddenly made a hoarse, groaning gasp of unendurable passion. Roger raised his face from her cunt and she could see his smile through the clouds that blurred her vision.
He was fast. He shifted himself, got his body between her legs, and before she had ceased to make the piercing cries of her pleasure his body was upon hers, his mouth sucking her screams into his own lungs, and his cock making an inroad upon her snatch that was everything Connie had hoped it would be, and more, so much, much more!
She took him high, hard, very, very hard, his dick thick and long and stiff, filling her cunt from labia to womb, each stroke picking a new area of her vaginal sheath to lance and ram. He varied his strokes as he went in and out. Connie could do little but writhe beneath him. Her pussy was thrillingly alive in its release, but she knew as Roger fed her all of his plugging rod that the best had only begun.
Her legs went up – she didn't even know she was doing it – and she folded them around his body. He purred at the feel of her stockings rubbing his skin, and he began to ball her with a harder, more driving kind of passion that made Connie lurch and buck beneath him in a demonic effort to keep pace. She wriggled and jerked ow the bed, twisting this way and that, each of her gyrations designed to screw another inch of his penis into her sucking hole. The ripples of a super climax kept an shuddering through her snatch, and Roger's dick could not ignore that muscular clutching effect.
His strokes became stronger, and she felt as if he were lifting her body from the bed each time he plumbed her slick, silky depths. It was good, she told herself. It would be good for both of them. Connie believed in serious fucking when its time came, and so did Roger. He gave it to her, she accepted it with variations and kinks of her own that made him return to his bone-burying with even more enthusiasm.
She wanted to fuck him all night long, in every position either of them could dream up. God, Jesus, what a way to start the new year. She hoped she could take him in her mouth again, that she might feel his own mouth on her cunt. She wanted it all, and she never wanted it to stop, no matter if it killed her.
Connie hadn't stopped cumming since his teeth closed upon her clit. Each stroke of his big dick, sliding across and around the bud of her trigger, was a reminder of that instant. The throes and tremors of orgasm racked her body, left her sweating beneath him, and she moved her hips desperately, cunt gaping to swallow him with hungry gulps. In spite of her desires she knew she couldn't hold on much longer. She must rest, and soon. Her cunt would be aching beyond belief come morning, and it would ache with the abuses she had already endured, the further abuses it would receive before they turned out the lights and went to sleep. Well! What the hell was a pussy for, anyway? She could take it!
"More, God, please, give me more," she whispered into his face, her tongue licking sweat drops from his cheek. He was already giving her every inch of his prick. She could feel his nuts rocking in her crack, the stem thump of his pubic bone upon hers each time he came down for a thudding downstroke – but he made up for it by screwing her with a demanding passion that made his previous effort look like warm-up exercises. She screamed into his kissing mouth when she felt him double his tempo, and she wondered if her cunt and his cock weren't being scraped raw in the madness of the act.
"Oh, cum with me!" she shrilled. "I want to feel you cumming inside me!"
He must have been close anyway, or perhaps the whining pitch of her words broke the string that retained his control. His cock shivered and jerked inside her, and then came the sputtering bursts of his pecker juice, pouring forth to fill her ecstatic hole.
Connie bucked upward, her ass moving in time with the ejaculatory tremors of Roger's pole, and she used her cunt like a tight, furry mouth to suck up his cum. She could hear the squishing as he rammed through the juices he'd already spilled, to leave even more at the mouth of her uterus, and she knew that the liquid pearls must be dripping uncontrollably from the gap of her slit, wetting the sheet, bubbles of jism collecting in their pubic fur as his hair twined with hers. She could feel something warm and sticky trailing across her perineum toward the puckered ring of her anus. Connie held him tighter in her arms, seeking his mouth with her own, and she jerked and twisted as she milked his peter with the muscles of her cunt.
"So," he said later as they nestled on the rumpled bed. "If you've lost your job, what do you do? It must be expensive as hell keeping two kids in school."