Biker Weekend part11
by Porn Review Blog legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again. “I need a cock,
Michael! God, I need a cock so bad!”
When she began crawling to me, I thought perhaps our plight had
finally gotten through to her; but, instead of unlocking me, she began
unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them. Her mouth immediately
covered my dick and she began sucking on me earnestly, completely oblivious
to anything else. She craved it more than any addict craves his fix and
there was nothing I could do to make her stop and get me free.
The feel of her velvet mouth on my organ was making me forget our
opportunity to escape, too, and I resigned myself to the fact of her drug
induced hunger and simply let my body take over. Amanda’s right hand was
between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit as her head bobbed up and
down in my lap. She ate my dick as if she were starving for it, and it was
a marvelous feeling. I grew hard quickly and felt that I might spill my
cum into her at any moment as her mouth continued to work up and down my
shaft.
Amanda’s obviously hungry pussy was not to be denied, however, and she
stopped sucking on my cock, stood up and, turning around, lowered her hot
ass down into my lap, impaling herself on my rigid member. She began to
grind her hips hotly against me, taking every inch of my throbbing cock
deep in her cunt. I could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing my dick,
milking it, pulling it, making it feel everything it was capable of
feeling. She was quite a fuck - probably the best fuck I had ever had.
Some of it was due to my inability to move, I’m sure. And some of it was
due to the constant performance over the last 30-some hours. But, above
all, my wife was also fucking me as she had never fucked me before, and
there was a hunger and desperation to her pumping and grinding hips that I
had never experienced before.
I came violently inside her. She seemed completely unaware that I was
cumming and continued working her ass as if she might go on this way
forever. My hips strained upward against the chain that held me down as
the hot cum poured from my balls and out the end of my shaft. When I
finally began to come down from my orgasm and felt my cock begin to soften
somewhat, I expected her to stop, but she continued fucking me, as if she
would not allow my member to wither and die within her.
Amazingly, she was successful. Before I could soften so much that she
could no longer fuck me, her massaging cunt walls had milked me back to
hardness again and I felt myself growing rigid inside her once more. She
was swinging her head back and forth now, her hands on her knees, writhing
in passion as she ground her cunt up and down on my cock. Her grunts and
moans were those of a woman lost in an orgasm, and I wondered if she were
climaxing continuously in her drug induced state. I also wondered if she
had any idea who she was fucking, or if she even remotely cared. I didn’t
think so.
The door opened to the garage and Lizzie walked in, clad only in a
pair of tiny black bikini panties. She seemed surprised to see Amanda free
of her bonds and a bit amused to see her fucking away at me.
“How sweet. Mister and Missus Teacher, fooling around a little. How
do you like what our special little brew of `Ecstasy’ does for your wife?
When I was 14 and joined the club, they pumped that stuff into me for days
…End of the part11. To be continued..