The perverted thrill of her subservient position made Wanda climb one step higher toward orgasm. She loved being bent over and ruthlessly fucked this way. She loved the unstoppable power of the swollen cock splitting her pussy-walls wide, forcing its way up inside. With tireless energy, she wriggled back against the big man's loins, reveling in the tantalizing collision of bodies as his cock was sunk to the hilt in her craving hole. Each thrust made her feel a little bit better than the one before. Each thrust robbed her of a little more of what was left of her self-control. Soon she was nothing more than a mewling, wailing hysteric, just a cock-stroke away from an overwhelming crisis.

One more hard powerful lunge and Greg watched the woman before him dissolve into a shuddering being no longer capable of conscious thought or movement. He realized she was cumming, more powerfully than he had ever seen a woman cum before. Ump as a rag doll, she collapsed into a heap over the back of the couch, whimpering out the last of her orgasm.

Only a few more urgent strokes lay between Greg and his own release. The thought of the pleasure he had brought the woman opened him up. He felt the tide of his cum-juices build to a crescendo, then spill over into her hot hole. "Uh baby! It feels good to cum in you!"

Now that they had enjoyed their orgasms, the large amount of alcohol they had drunk began to take its toll. Somehow, they managed to scramble over to the bed, where they slept soundly until the first light of dawn. Wanda was awakened by the insistent prod of Greg's cock against her buttocks. She squealed with delight and squirmed her cunt down onto his filling prick. They fucked until the sun was out.