By now, she was just as frantic as he was. As he drove into her, she arched her back and using her legs, pulled herself hard into his thrusts. Her exuberance only added to his fervor, feeding the fire in his loins. He watched as her breasts bounced up and down like rubber balls, her head down, watching in fascination as his fleshy shaft pistoned mercilessly in and out of her.
He felt the sensation build now, that unique feeling that indicated only one thing. Like a coffee pot percolating on an open fire, ultimate pleasure was quickly working its way toward release. His arms went around her back, hands between her shoulder blades, pulling her in tight to him. Her tail lashed around frantically now, as if it had a mind of its own. Their mouths met passionately, hungrily.
With lustful impatience, instinct took over and she suddenly pulled off and turned around quickly, placing her hands against the seat, baring her gorgeous ass to him. Something inside her, something instinctive, knew this was how it needed to be. He was back on her instantly, thrusting into her wildly. She pressed the top of her head hard into the back of the front seat, mouth agape from the sensations overwhelming her. She bit her lower lip, pain mixing with pleasure as the new position allowed him deeper into her now, the tip of his head now battering the opening of her womb. The sound of him slamming into her bare ass was clearly audible, a rhythmic smacking as he pulled her hips back demandingly to meet his thrusts. He was to the point of being out of control. She couldn’t stop him now if she wanted to. He was under the influence of a chemical spell. If she resisted now, he would rape her, just the same as the man from whom he’d rescued her from. Only she didn’t want him to stop. She needed this. She needed the man who called himself Tiger. The thought of it finally happening, mixed with all the other sensations, the hurt, the ecstasy, the desire, all began driving her toward another climax.
She looked up to see Jocko looking into her eyes, mesmerized by the sight he was seeing, his tongue licking at dry lips. Surprisingly, she found herself even more aroused by the fact she was being watched. She smiled at him and held his gaze, letting him know she was enjoying his observing. It was probably the kindest thing a woman had ever done for him.
Her bushy tail curled back now over her back, moving slower now, almost seductively, allowing him an unobstructed view of the voluptuous ass he was pounding. He thought it was the hottest sight he’d ever seen. He felt that first tingling start. At the same time, her third orgasm was building again like a head of steam inside her. The pain had subsided as her body had adjusted to the rear assault and her orgasm built toward its crescendo.
He felt her reach between her legs, two fingers bracketing him. The feel of her furry digits pressing against him began to add to the increasing sensation. It was as if she knew just the right amount of space to allow him ease of travel for maximum pleasure while applying just that slight little bit of resistance. Climax was inevitable now, as he was racing toward the point of no return at a breakneck pace.
She was close too. He was steadily working her G-spot. She pushed back against him and he reached under her ribs, fondling her breasts and nipples. He no longer had to pull her back. She moved in rhythm now, hips and ass undulating. She was now working him as much as he was working her. He couldn’t believe her muscle control and flexibility. It was like fucking a gymnastic porn star.
Like a runaway freight train from the olden days, he felt his load roaring through him towards its destination. It seemed as if every nerve ending in his body was now exposed. The feeling was indescribably intense, as if his organ was a high-pressure valve, closed up tightly. It seemed as if a well had been capped off. For a moment, it felt as if it would burst at the seams, that relief would come far too late. Then, throwing his head back and roaring like some primal beast, what seemed like a geyser of semen exploded deep into her welcoming, warm wetness.
As she felt the warm jets of his cum begin to coat her, her muscles instantly contracted. She moaned in pleasure, as her body convulsed. The walls of her vagina seemed intent on milking every single drop from his throbbing shaft. Every time he pulsed, oozing out more semen, her muscles constricted in response, squeezing all they could from him. For the longest, both were frozen in the moment, neither one able to move, overcome by the lust and desire that had washed across them. Then, with an exhausted sigh, he collapsed onto her. They lay there
