This was even exciting!
She felt the man's cock bouncing around inside her. The prick was jerking and pulsating in rhythm to his heart beat. Her sensitive passage could detect the slightest change in shape and size.
The broad arrowhead of his glans seemed to expand. She knew he was having a hard time controlling his lust. And that excited her even more.
He wanted her so much he was having trouble keeping his jism back!
She could sense his balls wetly slapping against her dangling pussy. He was working firmly behind her now. His hairy thighs were pressing into her silky-smooth bottom, the ass that had been whipped by the man in black clothing. She quickly got him out of her mind. There was too much else going on to please her. Hurtful memories were best buried.
Buried like the cock up her rear passage. He was completely in her rectum now. And his cock was throbbing and waiting to give her the sexiest enema of her life. Soon, very soon, he would be spewing out his jizz. He would cream down her entire asshole and make her feel good instead of bad about being butt-fucked.
"Go, baby, go! Fuck it good!" she cried out. Her entire body was trembling in reaction. She knew she had to have it done. She wanted it.
She needed it badly.
And he gave it to her.
His cock slid out, then went back in. Slowly at first. The next trip up her tailpipe was a little faster. And the next was faster still. Soon, he was uninhibitedly fucking her shit chute. All the emotion locked up in his body was being given release.
His prick surged up her tight passage. He felt like he was being crushed to death. But still he fucked on. His prick was seared by the intense inner heat from the teenager's asshole.
Each forward thrust was greeted by a backward one. She was trying to impale herself entirely on his dick. The way the elastic tunnel tightened down around his dong made him sure he was doing the right thing. This was the best fucking of his life.
His body was covered with a thin sheet of sweat from the exertion. He was struggling to hold down the tide of his passion. His balls had hardened into a tight little sphere dangling under his cock. The fuzzy little sac was filled with super-heated, lead-heavy jism. It was beginning to boil and burn. It wasn't easy holding it back. He had to get his rocks off soon or he'd lose his mind!
He fucked even faster up her rear. His cock was almost sucked up into her body now. She wasn't fighting him off any more. She was trying her damnedest to take as much of his cock up her ass as she could. Corn holing seemed to appeal to her in a big way.
The girl's entire body shook in reaction every time the meaty battering ram smashed into her asshole. She clamped down on it, trying to hold it inside her. She felt the broad glans expand and knew she was milking him of his cum. It wouldn't be long before he was blasting his seed into her ass.
Still she clutched at his cock. She didn't want to let it leave. It was warming her inside. He was driving deep into her guts with every hard fucking movement. And that was exactly what she wanted the most out of his long prick.
"Yes, go, yesss! Aieeee!" She came.
Her world shook and spun and revolved entirely around the prick impaling her ass. As she was coming down from her pinnacle of lust, she felt his cock begin to tremble as if with some exotic form of palsy. She knew it was over for him.
When the fiery tide of his cum splattered up her rectum, she came again.
Together, they rocked and bucked out their passions. Their bodies smashed together. They struggled passionately until it was no longer possible for them to continue.
Susan collapsed forward onto the bed, her body drained of all emotion.
Joe remained on his knees, his cock dangling limply between his legs. It was obvious he wasn't going to get it up for some time.
"That was simply super, Joe!" she enthused. Rolling over, she gazed into his eyes and saw he agreed. "Thank you."
"Why are you thanking me? I actually beat you at the pool game. And this is the reason I was paying five bucks a game."
"It's more than that. I can tell. Don't lie to me. It's more than just sex to you, isn't it?"
He looked uncomfortable. "What do you mean? I like balling. It beats hell out of jerking off over a girlie mag."
"There's more than just sex to what we do. I feel it. I think you feel it, too."
"Love?" he snorted. "Don't talk to me about love. You don't have the foggiest idea what you're talking about."
"Okay. Forget I mentioned it. But… any time, Joe. Any time you want – sex – will be fine with me. You don't have to go through the motions of beating me at pool. I'm yours."
He looked at her, a combination of confusion and stark lust in his eyes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well," he said reluctantly, "You are different. A lot different. I didn't come into this place much, you know? But when l saw you, hell, I would have spent every last dime I had trying to win."
"You don't have to do that."
"Yeah, I know it now. But won't your boss get pissed off at you for this? I mean, giving it away hardly seems like something he would really groove on."
"He doesn't own me. I'm not his slave or anything like that."
"Yeah, sure. That's what they all say."
She flared up suddenly. "What are you saying? That I'm nothing but a cheap whore? You stupid son of a bitch! Don's my father!"
"Oh sweet Jesus," Joe sighed, sinking down onto the bed in a cross-legged sitting position. "I didn't know! Honest! Christ, he'll murder me for fucking around with his daughter. I heard about him. He's an okay guy as long as nobody crosses him."
"Silly. I'm old enough to pick anyone I want and Daddy can't say a word about it. Well," she admitted, "He can but it won't do any good."
"How old are you?" Joe was looking decidedly nervous.
"Uh, eighteen," she lied. Seeing he didn't believe her, she said, "Oh, all right. I'm only sixteen but what's that got to do with it? Don't I make love like an eighteen-year-old? What's a couple years?"
"The difference between statutory rape and consent, babe. That's what the difference is. I don't blame you. Hell, I can only blame myself. But I sure enjoyed it! And I can see why so many guys end up doing time for statutory if all their chicks are like you!"
"Oh, you're just trying to get rid of me. Don't you like me?" she asked, her hand straying down between his legs. His cock was still limp but she felt a strong pulse in the big blue vein on top. A little squeeze here and a tweak there and he was decidedly uncomfortable.
And his prick was coming back to life.
"It's not that!" he protested. "Dammit, you're the best lay I ever found. And the prettiest! But watch it!" He swatted her hand away from his pecker. But it did no good. She quickly returned to her post.
"That's telling me you really want me. Look at it. Your lovely cock is rising from the dead!"
And it was. His prick was beginning to stiffen. It wasn't the full-fledged fucking tool he had before. But she didn't expect it to be – yet. It was still depleted from reaming out her ass.
She sighed and snugged down into the soft bedspread. She felt the softness soothing her rear end. Her entire ass seemed to be glowing red hot. She'd had it spanked and it hadn't felt this warm before.
Butt-fucking had a lot to recommend it, she thought. It could keep her really warm on cold winter nights.
Her entire body seemed to glow just as if she'd been fucked up the cunt.
But there was more to it. Buggered well, her innards were still quaking with lust. It seemed as if his cock running in and out of her rectum was a trigger setting off hidden desires, desires that had never been brought out in the open before.