She began to move up and down on his cock. Cupping her bouncing tits, she played with her boobs while she rode his prick. She could see his cockshaft as it slid in and out of her pussy. It glistened with her juices.

His cock throbbed in response to the grip of her cunt. Herb's face was contorted with lust. No matter what he said, he certainly looked like he was enjoying himself!

"I'm gonna come!" he grunted, pumping his crotch and gritting his teeth.

"No!" she wailed. "Not yet! I'm not there yet!"

He didn't answer. She stopped moving, hoping that if she stayed still he would control his orgasm. He could if he wanted to. She knew he could!

Almost in tears, the brunette sat on his crotch, his cock inside her pussy. She tried not to clasp his fuckpole with her cunt, but it was no use. He heaved his ass up off the bed and began shooting his load up her pussy.

She sat there fuming while his cock gushed jism like an oil well. He didn't even try to hold back. He didn't make the extra effort.

When he'd emptied his balls, she slipped off his body and, slumped over on the bed. He turned over and in a minute was snoring up a storm. She went into the den and finished herself off with the candle.

That does it, she thought. That fucking does it. Tomorrow I'll find another lover and then another and another. I'm going to find a man who knows what a woman needs!

As if providence sent him, the very next day Lloyd Parish finally telephoned. He apologized for not calling sooner, and they made a date for that very afternoon. It was her shopping day, and they decided to meet in the parking lot of the bank next to the supermarket.

She was so excited she forgot all about the previous evening and the shitty fucking with Herb. Bustling around the kitchen, she put a casserole in the oven and prepared to meet her new lover.