Chapter 2
"What the hell do you think you're doing." she demanded, rising from her seat. "Get out of my car!"
"Now listen, Miss, I need your help," the young man insisted, leaning against the door. "You wouldn't want to turn down a fellow human being in need, would you?"
"I don't know what you've done, but you'd better get out of here before I call the conductor," she warned. "I don't intend to share this rather cramped space with anyone!"
He came over to where she was sitting and sat down beside her. "Now. now." he said, his voice as smooth as silk. "I only want your help until we get out of the station. After that I'll leave you alone, I promise."
She looked him up and down, studying his rather drawn features. He looked worried behind his confident, light hearted air and she shook her head. "What is it that you have done." she asked.
"I haven't done anything, it's what they think I've done that's the problem." He glanced nervously at the door. "Really, Miss, Miss...."
"Nicole Jordane," she offered.
"Miss Jordane. Honestly. I'm in a bit of trouble that I can easily correct in a matter of time, but right now I have to get out of New York and I have to get out on this train. Will you please help me?"
He stared searchingly into her eyes and they were silent for a moment. A knock came at the door, loud and insistent. He gulped and went for the window. She grabbed his sleeve and pointed to the tiny bathroom. He nodded and got inside. The knocking continued and she went to the door, opening it a bit.
"Yes. what is it." she said innocently to two rather large and important looking men standing outside. "Can I help you?"
One of the men flashed a picture in front of her face that resembled the man hiding in her bathroom. "We're looking for this man. Miss." the cop explained. "We think he's on this train."
"Do you think he's hiding in here." she said, opening the door, chuckling a bit. "You can search if you like, but I'm not in the habit of sheltering strange men I've never met."
Obviously embarrassed the man shook his head. "That won't be necessary. Miss." he fold her. "You haven't seen him then?"
"No, no I have never seen this man before in my life," she said, shaking her head, staring intently at the picture.. "But if I do. I'll be sure to tell the conductor immediately."
"That will be fine. Miss," the big man nodded. He tipped his hat. "Thank you for your help, sorry to trouble you." He motioned to the other man and they moved on down to the next car.
She shut the door and whispered to the bathroom door. "You'd better stay in there until we leave the station," she told the man. "It's safer that way."
She heard him agree then she sat back down and tried to figure this one out. A young boy was walking up and down selling newspapers and she caught sight of the picture the cop had shown her plastered on the front. She called the boy over and bought a paper, spreading it out in her lap, reading the headline.
"NY AD Ex SOUGHT IN U.N. MURDER." it read and it went on to tell her that a Roger Thornhill was the chief suspect in the assassination of an African diplomat. She read the rest of the story with avid interest. Roger Thornhill was twenty-nine, divorced and quite well respected in advertising circles. Several witnesses swore they saw him stab the diplomat though no one seemed to know his reasons for the killing. He was being sought by the local police and F.B.I..
Slowly the train began to make it's way out of the station and Nicole put the paper away, wondering about this strange, new event in her life. She had no idea what to think about the whole thing. It was weird, to say the least. She was shivering all over now with fear and a mixture of delicious pleasure at the idea that she was harboring a fugitive.
After a few moments she tapped on the bathroom door. "You can come out. now." she said brightly. "We're on our way."
Roger Thornhill stepped out of the bathroom grumbling. "I felt like a corkscrew in there." he complained. "There's no room to move at all."
"Next time you can sit on the seat with me and talk to them yourself." she said. "For a man on the run. you aren't very polite."
"Politeness is something I have little time for." he sighed. "It's all I can do to keep sane!"
"Why did you kill that man. Mister Thornhill." Nicole asked him in a voice so sweet he had to pause a moment to believe he had heard her.
"I didn't. I don't know who did, but I've been set up, you have to believe me!" She shivered and leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes. "Just let me rest a moment and I'll be on my way."
"If you do that, I think I'll probably see you next on TV," she chuckled. "I don't think all of those men left the train."
"Damn! Damn it to hell," he cursed softly, pounding his knee with his Fist. "Now what am I going to do." He glanced over to her and smiled. "I guess I'll just have to stay here awhile, won't I?"
"Oh. no. not on your life," she said, shaking her head. "You've already got me in enough trouble by lying to the police. I'm not going to get caught sheltering a killer! I've got things to do in Washington."
"So do I." he countered. "I have to find the real killer and make him talk. And besides. I told you I didn't do it!"
"I don't care if he did it himself, you aren't staying here!" She got up and went to the door, she opened it a bit and he leaped from the seat and shut it again, forcing his way between her and the door.
"Aw. be a nice girl, won't you." he said. "You look like an intelligent young woman, do I look like the kind of man that would kill somebody?"
She stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. you do," she finally said. "Now would you mind leaving?"
He sighed and shook his head. "Alright, you're tossing me to the wolves, but I won't force you. Maybe I can find some other place to hide, like under the rails." He jerked open the door and prepared to step out into the narrow hall.
"Wait, wait," she burst out. "All right, damn it. I don't know why I'm doing this, but you can stay. It must be the mother in me."
He smiled and sat down. He bent forward and pressed his lips to her cheek. "You're very kind." he whispered. "Very kind."
"Uh-huh." she sighed. "I'm an angel." '
He turned her chin and pressed his lips to hers, gently. She shivered with the contact and put her hands to his chest to push him away, but something kept her from doing it. She felt his mouth moving to hers tenderly, kissing her with a controlled and pleasing passion. It was quite unlike the experience she had with Tommy and she felt her loins tingling a little as his mouth continued to move slowly back and forth across her succulent, trembling petals of delight.
Perhaps it was the chance to make love without ever having to get involved or even see him again, or maybe it was just the idea that he was a dangerous, wanted man. but there was no denying that she was turned on by him and she found herself sliding her arms around his neck and embracing him lightly. "You realize of course that I shouldn't be doing this," she whispered softly, fluttering her delicious folds of flesh against his hungry own. "I mean, you're a hunted man and I'm just a poor teenager, alone and helpless."
"Not quite alone," he corrected her. pressing his mouth tightly against hers once more. "Not quite alone at all," he repeated in a seductive whisper.
Gently they twisted their heads from left to right and rolled their hungry mouths back and forth across each other. She felt a pleasing warmth race through her body as his hand gently pressed against the small of her back and he began to make lazy cycles across her spine.
She bent into him. pressing her breasts against his chest, kissing his warm, pleasant mouth greedily. She slithered her pink, moist tongue back and forth across his teeth and shivered in delight when she felt them parting. She did not know quite what to make of the desire that was growing in her loins but she knew it felt good and somehow, with all she had read about him, she wasn't afraid of him at all, She moaned softly as she felt his tongue slithering around hers, stabbing gently, teasing and entwining around her own with a quivering delight. He wasn't at all like Tommy with that wild, uncontrollable lust and rather rough way of handling her. Obviously Roger Thornhill knew how to treat a woman and she sensed that she was going to enjoy this second encounter with sex a hell of a lot more than her first!
"You kiss very nicely." she sighed, happily. "Very soft and gentle, not like some boys I know."
He laughed and ran his tongue around the rim of her mouth and ground his lips firmly but gently against hers. She heard him moaning quietly in pleasure as she dropped her hand to his thigh and began to caress him through his tight pants. She slid her nails back and forth across the length of his limb and felt him quivering slightly with the pleasing touch of her darling fingers.
"Ummm, that's rather nice." he sighed, gripping and kneading her back through her tight pullover. "You certainly know what to do for one so young!"
She giggled and gave his thigh a very harsh squeeze. He groaned in pleasure and slid his hand down to her rump. He patted the swell of her pert, jutting buttocks lovingly and then curled his fingers around one soft cheek. She was wearing a short, pretty skirt that came just above her knees and he could see the delightful caps quivering expectantly as he slid his hand over the tops of her thighs and cupped one of the dimpled places in the palm of his hand.
She moaned in pleasure as she felt the caressing fingers gripping and squeezing her lovely knee. She sighed as the strong digits rolled back and forth and his mouth continued to kiss and roam happily over hers. His other hand slithered over her back and reached the base of her spine, gripping and massaging her eager flesh through the tight, black pullover. In a flash he had slipped his seeking hand under her shirt and was dancing the tips of his fingers back up over her warm, rippling spine.
She sighed in delight and gently rocked back and forth under the urgent search of his fingers. She shivered involuntarily as she felt the hand reach the back of her bra and pause there, kneading and pressing hungrily against her flesh.
She leaned back and forced his hand against the back of the seat, pinning it with her body. He chuckled in delight and slithered the trapped limb out from behind her, riding in on down her body to her hard, flat stomach. He scraped his fingers lightly over her trembling tummy then made them crawl slowly up toward her rising and falling breasts, trapped in the sheer halter she was wearing.
She moaned quietly and gripped his thigh tightly as she felt the determined hand brush across the front of her bra. Her full, rounded breasts tingled with anticipation as he curled the strong, hungry digits around the flimsy material and closed them together, massaging her aching boobs in the palm of his manly hand.
"Yes, oh, yes," she sighed contentedly, rocking her body from side to side under his determined caress. "Ahhh, that's nice! Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's good! That's very good!"
He smiled and ran his lips over her creamy, elegant neck, kissing and licking her moist skin playfully. A fiery, aching need was beginning to glow in her loins and she could feel her warm, trembling pussy begin to grow damp with the expectation of love and desire to come.
Gently she rode her fingers up along the length of his leg, squeezing and digging in her short, trim nails as she went along. She could feel him shuddering almost involuntarily as she went along and she felt the familiar pleasure of her power to turn a man on racing through her again.
His free hand was roaming freely over her bare thighs, slithering the tips of his fingers back and forth beneath her skirt. She felt the intense heat boiling in her loins and her luscious, creamy limbs began to quiver violently each time she felt him draw nearer and nearer to her throbbing womb.
Gently he rode his fingers across her moist flesh. Her legs fluttered back and forth, parting and closing spasmodically under his strong, knowing caress. He slid his fingers to the end of her darling limb and felt the luscious, warm heat rising from her pussy and a bit of dampness seeping through her sweet, cotton underpants.
"My, my, aren't we getting a bit excited," he laughed kindly, rolling the very tips of his fingers over her pulsating pussy mound. "I swear I'm going to burn my hand on you!"
She groaned and hugged him tightly, nipping at his ear lobe with her delightful, even teeth, blowing a warm current of air along his flesh.
The knuckles of her free hand scraped between his legs and pressed against his growing cock, the hard, enlarging mound beginning to throb within his pants.
He gasped quietly and she felt him adjust his position on the seat to get more comfortable. His other hand was squeezing and tugging on her breast with increasing passion and greed and she yearned for him to release her luscious globes from the bra and caress them with his rough, strong fingers.
As if reading her mind, he slipped his hand behind her and deftly unsnapped the three hooks of her bra with one motion. She felt the garment burst free of her tits and he pushed it up and away from-the creamy mounds with his wonderful hand.
She moaned in delight as she felt his fingers closing around one perfect boob. He rolled her growing, thick nipple back and forth against the harsh flesh of his palm and she gasped with an aching pleasure as the sweet stone grew firm and erect under his attention. She rocked from side to side and quivered uncontrollably as he pinched the sweet button between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it lovingly, playing with the daring stone until it ached with stinging delight.
Her hand now slid over the hard mound of his cock, pressing urgently against his pants and she slithered her slender, dainty fingers back and forth along the length of the thick shaft. He gasped and shivered as the spasms of agonized pleasure raced through him and he could hardly breathe, the beauty of her touch was so powerful.
She felt for the thick, bulbous head of his cock and rolled it between her fingers happily. She felt the hard meat throbbing violently under her touch and she moaned in satisfaction as she heard him gasping and uttering quiet cried of love as she continued to massage and caress his pounding manhood.
Slowly she ran her gripping fingers up and down the length of his tortured shaft. She tugged from left to right and he almost leapt from his seat, groaning wildly and bucking his groin against her working hand. She loved the feeling of power that throbbed through his cock and shivered with the anticipation that was now boiling in her aching womb.
His determined fingers were pinching her moist, quivering cunt lips through her panties and she gasped as she felt his finger sliding up and down in the cleft between them. He pressed the palm of his hand hard against her aching pussy mound and the darling hillock shook with pleasure and a burning tremor raced through her already fiery loins.
She felt him slide her panties down under her luscious behind and she lifted herself off the seat so that he could take them completely off of her. She thrilled to the wild sensation of his fingers slithering across the length of her thighs and legs and the precious limbs opened and closed involuntarily as he drew the cute pair of panties from the tips of her darling toes and tossed them aside.
Gently he reached down and pulled her jersey over her head. She lifted her arms in the air, then quickly pulled her bra from her body as he threw the pullover to the floor. She grinned at him as he stared at her luscious, proud breasts that stood defiantly on her rib cage, really not needing the support of a bra at all.
Tenderly he put his hand on her chest and made her lay down on the seat. It was very narrow but she fit easily onto it and she moaned quietly with an aching need churning in her loins as he quickly unsnapped her skirt and removed it from her body. She now was completely naked except for the cute pair of socks she was wearing and she giggled girlishly as she looked at them.
He stood over her then bent down and kissed her on the mouth once again. She moaned and crushed her eager lips against his, running her tongue in and out of his mouth in a rapid burst of stabbing desire. She slashed at his rough dart with her luscious arrow and her mouth tasted of the sweetest wine to his lips.
From the corner of her eye she could see his hard, thick cock bulging against his dark pants and she gently slithered her fingers up along his inner thigh until she had her soft, precious palm pressed against the throbbing mound, her darling digits curled around the fat shaft.
She gave the big lump a tight squeeze and felt the shivering delight racing through his body as she gripped the massive rod in her hand. He was groaning and swaying on rather unsteady feet and she sighed contentedly as she felt one of his hands drop to her quivering belly and curl its fingers in the damp thatch of brown hair that covered her lovely pubic mound.
She shuddered violently when he rolled his thumb back and forth over her precious clit, forcing it to rock from side to side and grow as hard as a tiny pebble. He pinched the lovely nub between his fingers and she almost screamed in pleasure as the intense wave of desire raced and tore at her burning loins.
"Ohhh, sweet Jesus," she gasped, her voice tight and constricted. "Ahh, damn you, "Roger Thornhill, you really know how to get to a girl!"
He chuckled almost obscenely and tenderly rode the tips of his fingers back and forth across her inner thighs, caressing just a bit the quivering folds of swollen flesh that were her luscious, shimmering pussy lips.
She moaned loudly and thrust her burning cunt up against his working tools. Slowly he slid the two seeking prongs along the cleft of her aching cave. Her slippery, warm petals of passion clutched hungrily at the probing spears. She bucked and rocked uncontrollably, trying desperately to drive his fingers into her. He swayed in rhythm with the rocking train and slowly ran his mouth over her smooth, creamy neck, kissing and sucking on her warm, moist flesh as he went along.
"Ahhh, you taste delicious,'" he sighed softly. His mouth curled and rode around the tops of her breasts hungrily. "You taste like sweet, tangy wine! I can just imagine what your pussy tastes like!"
She shivered violently as she felt his working, eager mouth approach her jiggling, aching boobs. She arched her back, trying to force her luscious, sweet mounds to his lips and he chuckled softly and slithered his tongue out to meet one expectant nipple. The darling pebble shivered under his licking caress and she groaned loudly as she felt him move his mouth a little further down, lathering the rim of her cherry red stone, nibbling the creamy background of her tit with his urgent teeth.
Greedily he mashed his mouth against her chest, rubbing his cheeks between the spongy mounds, licking and slashing at them with his rough, pleasing tongue. She thrust her body tightly against his face and she felt him laughing with pleasure as he felt her quaking need racing through her warm, trembling flesh.
He opened his mouth wide and sucked one of her lovely globes between his hungry lips. He locked his teeth around the firm, stiff bud of her nipple and she cried out in a mixture of slight pain and overwhelming passion as he lathered the trapped pebble and sucked hard on the creamy flesh of her delicious boob.
She gasped as the spasms of intense delight raced through her and she could hardly bear the wild pleasure of his sucking mouth and searching fingers. His hand was now rolling determinedly over her throbbing pussy and her fluttering cunt lips were opening and closing willingly on the seeking prongs. She ached to have him slide the wonderful spears into her quaking womb and she did not know how much more she could take of this steaming desire. What more, she wondered, could he do to her!
His free hand slid down along her belly and joined the other at her crotch. Gently he rolled his fingers back and forth over her damp, slippery pussy until they became soaked with the thick, creamy juice of passion that was pouring from her burning cave. He slithered the probing spears along her inner thighs and gently rode them underneath her. She groaned in searing pleasure' as she felt the searching prongs riding the cleft between her darling, spongy bottom. He gripped and squeezed her luscious, precious buns and the tip of his finger slithered up and down along her crack, wiggling enticingly around the dark, taut dot of her tender anal entrance.
"Ohhh, wow, wow," she sighed as she realized what he was up to. "I don't know about this," she moaned, feeling her bottom tingle with the anticipation of his seeking digit.
He chuckled and sucked a bit harder on her breast then gently twisted and turned the stiff, hard fingers against the palpitating dot of her ass-hole. She groaned and tried to relax her anal muscles, determined to experience this act of love if it was going to be at all pleasurable.
She shivered as she felt him squirming the tip of her finger into her. tight, little ass, rolling it from left to right, taking his time, going as slowly as he must to make her enjoy the invasion.
She was breathing heavily now and her fingers were riding back and forth across the fat, bulging mound in front of his pants. She knew that his prick was throbbing madly and she was sure that he was aching for her to hold it in her hand, so she gently reached up and found the zipper to his pants and pulled it down.
He groaned loudly as he felt her freeing his pants, slipping her dainty hand inside and searching hungrily for his hard, aching meat. She dug around in his underwear and felt the fat, hot prick pounding intensely with the fevered blood that was tearing through it. Gently she curled her fingers around the mighty tool and slipped it out of his pants.
"Oh, my God, oh, my God," he groaned as she freed the stiff, tortured prick and grasped it firmly in her sweet palm. "Jesus, that's good! That's God damn good!"
She giggled quietly and stared at the massive, pounding shaft she held in her hand. She tugged it back and forth and he almost fell on top of her so wild was the screaming passion he was feeling.
"Oooo, it's very, very nice," she sighed, stroking the engorged head of the prick with her free hand. "It's so big and strong and it feels so powerful! Ummm, I love it, I love it!"
He moaned, a feverishly aching need boiling in his loins now as he felt her begin to pleasure his throbbing shaft. Gently she pumped her hand up and down on the thick, blood-filled cock. She squeezed and tugged on his meat as she went along, yanking, left and right, tapping with her thumb at his fat, purple head.
He twisted and turned his finger and she screamed in delight as she felt the driving prong go deeper and deeper into her anal canal. Her sweet, moist bottom was throbbing wildly as he buried his spear to the depths of her taut pit. She shivered involuntarily and bucked her darling ass tightly against the palm of his clutching hand.
Gently he pumped the thick, long prong in and out of her hot little ass while his other hand was slowly parting her fluttering, swollen cunt lips and riding between them, entering her aching, slippery womb. She cried out in breathless greed as she felt the wonderful digits drive past her quivering petals of passion. He turned them slowly back and forth inside of her and she could feel them slithering past his other finger though the thin membrane of her inner walls.
Now he had both of her pleasure pits filled with his experienced fingers and he began to ride them in and out of her twin caves with a rhythmic, driving force that applied just the right amount of pressure to drive her insane with lust and desire. She rocked back and forth under his gentle attack and her aching pleasure seemed to build and build beyond anything she could have imagined.
"Ooo, that's nice," she moaned, tossing her pretty head from side to side, her long brown hair now soaked with the sweat of her frenzied passion. "That's so wonderful! That feels so good, so very, very good!"
She gripped and tugged on his cock, driving her precious little hand up and down, faster and faster on the hot, throbbing pole. She reached up with her other hand and cupped his dangling balls in her soft palm. Gently she bounced them up and down against her warm flesh, opening and closing her dainty fingers around his taut, aching sack, squeezing his tortured nuts tightly in her soft grip.
His eager, hungry mouth now began to move slowly down over her body. He kissed her pulsating, warm flesh lovingly, licking the moist, damp dew from her body, licking the rim of her navel teasingly. She giggled in delight as she felt the rough tongue slither in and out of her darling indentation, his puckered lips kissing the tasty pit happily.
She shook violently and awaited with urgent need the approach of his hungry mouth to her throbbing, aching womb. Slowly his lips rode over her taut, rippling belly, his teeth curling delightfully in the tuffs of hair that covered her precious mound. She sighed with passion as she felt his tongue racing through her thatch of hair, his teeth curling the strands around them, tugging on them greedily.
His fingers continued to ride her ass and cunt, pumping in and out with increasing speed and she could feel her whole lower body on fire with the purest, most intense wanting she had ever felt before in her life. He slammed the driving spear in and out of her ass, twisting and turning it roughly in her quaking cave. She ground her ass down hard on his riding prong then gasped with new delight as she felt him slither his other finger back and forth against her pussy walls while his eager mouth slipped over the trembling, erect nugget of her clit.
She could not believe how beautiful it felt when he sucked the juicy pebble between his teeth and began to lather it hungrily with his driving tongue. She shook violently and lost control of her body, unable to decide where to thrust herself next. His fingers were pounding along her tortured, taut tunnels and his tongue was slashing at her clit so powerfully that she could do nothing but enjoy the marvelous sensations that were tearing her loins apart.
As his determined, wonderful mouth rode over her luscious clit, catching and sucking it hungrily she began to realize that he wanted her to do the same for him. He was bucking his groin toward her face and she willingly brought the hard, thick prick to her pursed lips and kissed it lovingly.
He groaned loudly as he felt her luscious, moist petals caressing his tortured dick head. She slithered her tongue out between her teeth and lathered the engorged helmet hungrily. He sighed and rocked back and forth on his heels as the eager girl began to kiss the entire length of his aching prong.
Slowly she worked her way down, running her sweet lips over his hot flesh, nipping teasingly at the fevered spear, slashing at his meat with her darling, pink dart of pleasure. She could smell the heady, manly aroma of his lust rising from his balls and she greedily rolled her tongue through the thick patch of hair that covered them, kissing her way beneath the throbbing, hard sack.
She loved the way they seemed to pulsate expectantly above her mouth and she nibbled on the tight bag playfully, listening with pleasure as he groaned and cried out above her. Slowly she opened her mouth and drew the heavy sack between her full, precious lips. He grunted in approval and quaked violently when she locked her teeth around his aching bag and began to toss his tortured nuts back and forth against her cheeks with her sweet, little tongue.
Now he was seized with an uncontrollable lust and greed to drive her mad with pleasure.
He ran his mouth over her throbbing, slippery cunt and pulled his finger from her hot, steaming cave. She cried out in despair as she felt the lovely, strong tool leave her but in seconds she was screaming with delight as he spread her lips apart and drove his rough, trembling tongue deep into the depths of her narrow tunnel.
She groaned wildly and sucked hard on his fat, hot bag, humming a tune that sent aching vibrations of pleasure through his fevered loins. He moaned and mashed his mouth tightly against her burning mound, driving his tongue in and out of her with a calculated, rhythmic force.
"That's it, honey, that's it," he groaned, almost falling away from her, the pleasure she was giving him was so intense. "That's how to do it, suck me! Suck me, baby, suck me!"
She felt his tight bag swelling bigger and bigger in her mouth and she knew that he was building rapidly to a violent and powerful climax. She gave the fat, throbbing container one last, loving suck, then withdrew the taut sack from her luscious mouth and quickly ran her lips back up the length of his quivering shaft once more.
More and more the fever was consuming them as she curled her lips around the head of his prick and gently sucked the tip into her mouth. He cried out in aching pleasure as she locked her teeth around the rim of his helmet and began to suck hard of the fat meat of his manhood.
She licked and stabbed at his bulbous head with her tongue and gripped his balls tightly in her hand. She felt his free finger riding up over her clit and a spasm of delight tore through her for the hundredth time as he began to roll the darling nugget back and forth between them.
Now she was determined to make him feel every possible pleasure that he could. Gently she rode the long, stiff shaft down into her silken throat. She relaxed her taut muscles to, allow him access and she felt his body shake with passion as he slowly buried his prick to the root in her darling tunnel. She sucked hard on the sunken prong, clutching it tightly between her teeth. He was on fire with need and his balls felt as if they would explode at any moment when she slowly rode her full, succulent lips back up over his tortured prick, sucking hungrily on the shaft as she went along, digging and scraping his aching flesh with her teeth as it left her oral chamber.
Now they began to drive at each other with increasing frenzy and consuming greed. Their loins were burning' with an unquenchable wanting and they powered their mouths at their organs mercilessly.
Harder and harder he drove his tongue into her darling pit. She bucked and groaned and rocked violently with every stroke of the marvelous tool he was attacking her with. His finger continued to ravage her luscious ass, moving back and forth in rhythm with his plunging dart until her entire lower body was on fire with an angry, urgent need".
He cried out in delight as she pumped her lovely mouth up and down on his prick, sucking and grinding her lips on his driving rod with passionate delight. He sighed and squirmed under her attack, loving her completely as she worked faster and faster to bring him to his moment of aching relief.
He could feel her tight, burning loins begin to grow hard and expectant. She was poised on the edge of her screaming moment of passion and he could hear her labored breathing as he slammed his tongue in and out of her wildly, sucking on her pussy hungrily, nibbling on her trembling lips with his hard teeth.
"I'm going to come," she. cried, her voice muffled by his driving cock lashing madly in her mouth. "I'm going to come so hard! Ohhh, God it's wonderful! It's so damn wonderful!"
He heard her scream loudly then felt the fiery burst of liquid pleasure flood his mouth as the steaming come burst from her womb.
He drank deeply from her overflowing cave, swallowing with pleasure the thick, creamy juice of her orgasm. She thrashed about beneath him uncontrollably as the aching spasms tore through her and wave after luscious wave of screaming delight seared her inner chamber.
She bore down hard on his cock now, determined to make him feel as good as she did in this wonderful, violent moment of love she was experiencing. Harder and harder she sucked on his prick, slamming it in and out of her mouth, driving it deep into the velvet recesses of her darling throat. She felt him shiver involuntarily then suddenly a huge, bursting explosion of come shot from his prick and seared the delicate walls of her throat.
"I'm coming in your mouth," he cried, slamming his cock to the depths of her silken tunnel. "I'm coming in your lovely throat and it feels so good! So fucking good!"
She gulped frantically, trying to swallow every precious drop of his thick, creamy fluid. She sucked and kneaded his flesh with her mouth and hands and he rocked back and forth in uncontrollable spasms as burst upon burst of the tasty juice spurted from his aching rod.
Hungrily they continued to ravish each other's organs, sucking and licking tenderly, using their last bit of strength to draw the final moments of pleasure from each other's agonized flesh. Finally they lay quietly, faces trapped between their thighs as the lingering power of their orgasms faded away.
They were exhausted, feeling as if they were in heaven, embraced between each others bodies.