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Greg and Nit proved to be a good match in bed. He'd always had the feeling she would be a tigress in the sack. His feelings were accurate and on target, his instincts proven true. For every position Greg turned her in Nit matched him in enthusiasm and vigor, stroke for stroke, and she was as flexible as a blow up doll. She bent easily whichever way Greg folded her to get the best penetration as they fucked their way through the Karma Sutra. Nit was a fuck machine, and she fit Greg like she was tailor made to his sex. Greg wondered to himself how so small a woman could handle his size, and how she seemed to enjoy the sex as much, or even more maybe, than he did himself.

The booze was having an effect on Greg that he had experienced only a few times in his life. He was as hard as he'd ever been before, and excited as all hell by Nit's vigorous and erotic antics and gyrations, but he found he could not cum. He had no problems maintaining his erection, and marveled at how large he felt inside Nit. He felt as though he could hammer nails into wood with his blood engorged prick. They screwed in every position possible for what seemed hours to him. His heart was pounding and the blood rushed through his veins as though he'd been snorting crystal methedrine by the ounce. He'd never felt so alive, so strong, so into the sex just for the sake of the sex. The problems in his life, the pain and anguish of the day's shit floated a million miles away from him. It was the furthest thing from his mind, like he had just been born into the world a new man, instantaneously, a few moments ago, fully formed, a blank slate, without a thought or care in the world, and the craving for release in a sexual encounter was the only thing he had been created to feel and do. It was as though it was wired into him as a primary function, as necessary as eating and drinking. Do it, or die a horrible, painful death. His only world was this king-sized bed, his food and life this tiny sexy woman he had entered.

Nit finally grabbed Greg by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed, quickly and expertly climbed on top of him, and began fucking him like a crazed jockey whipping her steed toward the finish line for the win. He felt her pussy massaging his prong with a grasp like a well oiled hand releasing and clasping, relaxing and tightening, faster and faster with every rise of her hips off his pelvic bone. He could feel the little ball of her depths bouncing off the tip of his cock deep inside of her with every ever-deepening stroke. This did the trick, and finally drove him over the edge. When he finally came Nit sensed his growing excitement and gathered her energies to ride him faster toward her own climax with him. Greg erupted with a force that amazed him, and so hard that it actually hurt his tightened scrotum. He roared like a primitive animal in his pleasure. He filled Nit with his sex fluid in spurting gasps of groaning and gritted teeth. The skin on his face was burning hot, and the muscles on his skull tightened so hard he thought he'd pass out.

Nit cried out and collapsed on Greg, biting his shoulder rather hard to stifle her cries of ecstasy. He noticed small tears running down her cheeks. Her breathing was ragged, as though she'd just run a hundred yard dash, and her body was wracked with small spasms and shivers as her lips quivered against his skin and her tongue flicked his flesh like a snake sensing danger in the air. Her eyes were tightly closed, and small squeaks bubbled from her flushed throat, sounding more animal than human. She quivered like a vibrator with a new double A battery, a Duracell, not one of those cheap green Thai National AA batteries. She was fully charged, and raring to go. She was so energized that if she farted sparks would probably shoot out of her tight little brown bud of an asshole. The thought of fucking her in the ass crossed Greg's mind. It was something he'd never tried before, his wife would have screamed bloody murder had he tried with her, and he'd never had the courage to ask any of his other pay for play partners, but with Nit here, lying on him panting, and shivering in delight, it just seemed the next step in a natural progression of out and out sexual abandon and eroticism. Nit had an incredible bum, round and hard, and smooth and sweet. The thought brought his semi-flagging member back to full attention, still inside Nit. She opened her eyes and levered herself on her arms above him and grinned a lecherous grin down to him, her face looking somehow almost evil in its contortion of desire. "She's got the devil in her heart." came to Greg's mind, an old line from an old Beatles tune. She slid Greg's still hard cock out of her and shimmied quickly down his length to take him in her mouth.

Greg sighed and moaned as Nit took him in her mouth and started slowly licking him clean. Nit took him through a series of pleasures sometimes confined to only wet dreams and fantasies thought of, yet usually left unfulfilled. Again they reached completion, a spine arching, quaking and quivering mutual orgasm of back gouging and soul shattering frenzy of human mating, voiced in the roaring, octave-climbing howl of the four legged, four armed beast, who prowls the mussed sheets, blankets, and pillows of the arena of sexual competition … the king sized bed. Gold medals were won in many categories by both competitors. Both were awarded and rewarded for their superhuman efforts. Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven as they finally collapsed on their backs, gasping for breath, dripping of sweat and love juices, and shivering as the air conditioned airs sought to cool their overheated flesh.

As Greg drifted off to sleep with Nit held tightly in his arms he thought to himself a bit smugly, and with a certain satisfaction, "This is a night that I'll remember for the rest of my life!"

(To be continued)

Cent
(The Central Scrutinizer)