His orgasm was shattering. He slammed her wet cunt with furious blows of his cock, which jarred her whole body. His hairy balls slapped against her cunt lips with each thrust. Finally, he could hold back no longer, and he shot his white cum deep into her greedy pussy until it flowed over her thighs and onto the table.

The last waves of their intense orgasm blew their minds and sent them both sprawling to the floor, their sweaty bodies locked in each other's embrace.

"Wow, that was great," he whispered as he slowly got to his feet and began putting on his clothes.

"Why don't you stay awhile?" she asked. "It's been a long time since I felt so completely drained." She lay on the floor, spread-eagled, rubbing her sopping wet cunt.

"I really have to get back to work," he answered. His cock was already sore, and he had no desire to go a second round with this tigress.

"Well, I hope I see you again soon," she called to him as he walked out the door.

She rose and walked towards the bathroom thinking that maybe living alone wouldn't be so bad after all.

Jenny Thomas lay naked on the shag carpeting watching television. The soft fibers of the rug caressed her stomach and thighs, and the warm, afternoon sun shining through the window, reflected off her golden hair. Her husband, Roger, lay beside her, asleep.

"Honey," she said, "are you awake?" She reached over and squeezed his cock, which caused him to stir. "Let's make love again, Roger. I want you to fuck me again." She continued fondling his soft cock until he was wide awake.

"I can't, Jenny," he said, irritated. "We just did it a few minutes ago. I'm not Superman." He rose and walked into the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" she asked, disappointed.

"I'm going to get dressed and walk down to the drugstore to get some cigarettes. Do you want anything?" he asked.