Finally, she couldn’t take anymore herself, as the wave of a powerful climax suddenly erupted, washing over her like a tidal wave. She froze and stiffened, throwing her head back, stilling her tauntingly exquisite torture as her body was rocked by the tremors. He felt the muscles in her body tighten and then slowly relax as the wave passed. The powerful orgasm now left her weak and drained, and unable to support herself anymore, she collapsed onto him. In doing so, she simply impaled herself upon his waiting lance. Gasping as he spread her wide, penetrating deeply and slowly, her head fell forward, her chin resting on her chest as the sheer ecstasy of their coupling took her breath. Her hair fell across her face now, as she moaned loudly, causing Jock, who had been trying to ignore the goings-on in the back to finally glance into the rearview. She cared not one iota, the whole world could watch as far she was concerned. She was in her own little world, savoring the feel of him inside her, the way he filled her so fully, pleasure mixed with just the slightest of pain. Finally.
Finally!
Tiger understood now, with exquisite, delicious delight, why she needed such excessive lubrication. She was small down there, extremely tight. He expected her to halt him at some point, due to pain or discomfort, but she never even winced. He savored the sheer pleasure of how snug and warm it was. Where her hand had just been, only seconds before, it was almost as if another, a velvet-gloved hand, now gripped him securely, the muscles of her vagina now clutching him firmly in its grasp.
Once she was fully seated upon him and able to recover somewhat, she began to move slowly, her ass and hips gyrating, grinding against his groin. Her orgasm had intensified the pleasant musk of her sex inside the cabin. The more he took it in, the more a pleasant fog began to cloud his mind, as if he’d just taken a hit of moonbeam. He could clearly sense it, an almost drug-induced effect. Pheromones! It was like a skunk spraying a victim. In the front seat, Jocko had gotten a dose of it as well. This combined with the backseat antics going on right behind him caused sweat beads to suddenly pop out on his forehead.
Sitting back, staring up at this neo-fairy tale riding him, Tiger found himself lost in the moment. In it, he had forgotten the danger, the fact they were now running for their lives, that people wanted to kill him. With ever-increasing intensity, his entire focus, his only reason for being … was to be inside her. He needed to be one with her. He needed to pump every last drop of his seed deep into her. Nothing else mattered now. As the euphoric feeling intensified, he wanted to stay locked together with this small, beautiful creature forever. Just sit here in her embrace and make love. He didn’t need food. He didn’t need drink. She was all he needed.
She quickened her pace as his hands went to her waist, feeling her lower torso hard against him. Above him, her eyes were wild now, almost animalistic, a desperate hunger in them, as she ground herself against his hips. It was as if her whole life depended on mating with him. Watching her move, the muscles in her stomach, the way she arched her back, was almost hypnotic as she tirelessly worked to milk his swollen organ. He realized now there was no way she was letting him out until he gave up what she so desperately needed. Not that he intended to do anything to the contrary.
Her breathing changed and she began to moan, rapid, purposeful, little mews. He could sense she was getting close again, as her fingers kneaded at the skin on his shoulders now, her eyes closed, as if in a trance. Suddenly, the velvety, sweet mitt that was her vagina tightened and he felt her shudder violently. She threw her head back and howled in sheer pleasure as the first tremors of the orgasm begin to rock her. A fresh round of juices gushed from her, as if the valve to a high-pressure pipe had been opened. Her bushy, extravagant tail came swishing around, brushing across his belly, as if it too were trying to grasp him in pleasure. The heady aroma of her newest flood of juices and pheromones only added to his euphoric feeling. He felt that first bit of tingling start as her body relaxed somewhat, drained from the second round of passion and energy. But he was too far along to give her any respite now. It was no longer a matter of her riding him. Now his hips bucked wildly, rising visibly from the seat.
Having just felt her in the throes of her own climax, it was now a certainty for him as well. His groin was completely soaked, to the point he wondered for a minute if she’d lost control of her bladder. He was no longer satisfied in being a mere bystander in the action. He needed release and he needed to take control in accomplishing it.
Without disengaging from her, he raised up, sliding his legs up under him and onto the seat, getting himself into a kneeling position. As he did, he laid her shoulders and neck against the back of the front passenger
