Her belly pumped as she made it. Her head tossed from side to side, her hair flying.

Charlie thrust his tongue deeper inside her cunt as her thighs pressed fight against his face. She was coming again now, her tits heaving and dancing an her chest, her fingers twisting in Charlie's hair.

Finally she arched her body and cried out gasping.

His tongue was still thrashing inside her cunt and it drove her crazy. She could feel the juices pouring out of her pussy to wet her asscrack. His finger was still inside her asshole, slowly twisting as it stretched her shitter.

She collapsed on the bed now, her legs dropping down on each side of Charlie's body.

She was exhausted, wiped out by the multiple orgasms, her arms and legs splayed out like the limbs of a rag doll.

She told herself she had never come so hard in her life, never never like that with Jim.

Charlie was lying still also, his head resting on her cunt mound, his breathing heavy.

Then he crawled up over her and kissed her mouth. She could feel the cuntjuice on his face. She thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth, a gesture of thanks for the lovely way he had sucked her off.

When he pulled his mouth away, he snickered. "Rest awhile and then you can do me."

She murmured her agreement as they kissed again. She told herself she owed it to him to suck him off the way he did her. She wanted to repay him for those delicious orgasms he'd given her. She also wanted Charlie to have her mouth as a gesture against her husband. Her damn husband hardly ever made love to her as good as Charlie had just done. Or maybe Jim never had. Maybe her marriage was just a charade. She told herself that what she needed was a man like Charlie, a man who knew how to turn a woman on and then send her to the heights of bliss.

Now Lauren could hear the soft mewlings of Pat on the other bed. Lauren was amused. Jim had a long way to go and a lot to learn if he was going to compete with Charlie.