She wanted to shout, "Stop!", but couldn't. It felt too damn good. Maybe this was how people made love, she thought, her mind reeling. What was it called by those boys in high school? Hair pie? Eating pussy? Cunt sandwich? All those sickening, disgusting things she had heard at school. She considered herself above the depraved taunts of small-time punks. But she wasn't. Janet heard the hideously slurping as this man brought his tongue through her slit, licking and toying with her cunt folds until her hips rose and fell automatically on the bed, her hole screaming to be filled, and Janet knew she was not above anything. Arching her back, she reached for Morgan.

"Hurry," she moaned in a husky voice. "I want you. I want you now!"

She was climbing the walls for his cock, and Morgan was hot to give it to her. His cock throbbed all the way to the wedge-shaped tip and his nuts ached in his swollen scrotum. He pulled away, felt her thighs tremble, then jammed two fingers into her slot.

"Oohhhhh!" she gasped.

He went into her cooze in one smooth upward stroke. Her cunt opened, squeezed momentarily, then gripped him with a soft, wet warmth.

Morgan was excited beyond words. Never had a woman turned him on like this. He pushed up, trying to feel her hymen. He couldn't. She wiggled around on the tip of his finger, her fuck hole making him squirm like a worm on hot cement. Her fragrant juice suffused his nostrils. The sweat fell in sheets, bathing his hairy chest. She was primed, ready to explode. He pulled his finger from her cunt, the tug of her cunt sleeve causing Janet to groan and then began the urgent journey to her mouth.

He dragged his swollen nuts through her cunt and up along her fluttering belly and through the valley of her breasts. He came closer and closer, his tingling prick tracing the ridge of her lower lip.

"Suck," he whispered. "Suck my dick."