A Second Helping

Carl slid out of Robin and dropped down from the butcher-block table. Robin, watching Pete approach, moved herself to the edge of the table and lay on her side. Reaching out, she grabbed the black man's wonderfully hard cock and drew him closer. She opened her lips and licked up and down the shaft. Pete shuttered at the touch of Robin's hot, wet tongue.

Robin lashed and lathered the dark cock with her tongue, coating it with kisses and saliva. She circled the ball-shaped crown with the tip of her tongue and then sucked the swollen flesh into her mouth.

"Damn, this woman is hot," Pete cried out. He tried to **** his cock to the back of Robin's throat, but she pushed back on his hips and continued working her tongue against the cockhead which she had trapped against her cheeks.

Robin felt the worker's thrusts into her mouth become more powerful and insistent. She popped the cock out of her mouth, twisted across the table, and dropped her legs onto either side of the man's side. Grabbing his hard, rough hands, Robin placed one on each of her hips and then slid her ass off of the table. With Pete supporting her weight, his cock speared right into her wet, open pussy.

With Pete's cock entirely imbedded in her pussy, Robin wrapped her legs around the man's ass and her arms around his broad, muscular shoulders. "Now, Pete," she sighed into his ear, "now fuck me good."

Pete pushed Robin back against the butcher-block and began to fuck her royally. He lifted her smaller body and then lowered her down on his cock repeatedly. Faster and deeper he drove into the horny woman. Robin began biting his neck and shoulder, screaming at him to fuck her harder. He obeyed.

Finally, out of breath, Pete slammed up into Robin as hard as he could. Pete's cock began spewing its load of sticky cum up into the woman. Than last hard thrust was exactly what Robin needed. She began coming once again. The room seemed to spin as her body rocked and quivered, her pussy contracting and squeezing every drop of cum from the cock wedged deep inside her.

Pete lay Robin back so that her ass was once again on the table. She could see Carl had removed his boots and other clothing and was sitting with two new beers at the table. Just then there was a commotion at the front door.

"Oh, shit," Robin cried...