Every single inch of her slimy cunt was being stroked by the long cock.
That nine-inch pleasure stick was giving her the maximum enjoyment. And it would give more, lots more!
She placed her hands on the muscled slabs of his stomach and began moving up his rod. It slipped out of her juicy quim like a sword from a sheath. There wasn't any need to hurry. She made the exit as slow as she'd tried to make the original entrance.
His belly was quivering under her hands. As long as he lay back and did nothing, he could control himself. She knew how aroused he was by now.
His cock told her everything. She could feel the steady pulsating of his cock trapped inside her twat. And his breathing was becoming more and more hurried, but still nothing he couldn't handle.
Handle. Like her tits. She missed his fingers stroking across the inflated tips. There had to be more to this.
"My boobs. Take them and fondle them again. I… I like that a hell of a lot."
"Okay," His voice rasped out. His control was good but being pushed to the limits by her slow fucking.
The teenager felt his hands working on her tits once more. He shoved them from side to side, then gripped them and began rotating them. She thought he was trying to pull them off. But it didn't matter. It was so damned stimulating, she would have gladly let him tear them from her slender body for a little more excitement.
He was turning her left tit in a clockwise direction. The right tit was being turned in the opposite direction. Her entire being told her she was being pulled apart.
But the warmth rapidly returned to her chest. Her lungs seemed to fill with liquid fire. Each breath was ragged, tortured. She was feeling the full effects of his tit-fondling.
And between her legs was another wonderland of sex. His slippery dick was sliding out of her manhole. Soon, only the very glans on the tip remained inside her body. She didn't want to let it all escape. If that happened, in her aroused state, she might miss. She didn't want to let it get entirely away from her. She had to use her hands to support herself against his muscular stomach. And asking him to stuff his cock back up her cunt would mean he would have to take one hand from her tits. That just wouldn't do.
Not at all.
"Sue, doll, oh God! Hurry! I can barely keep it in!"
"Ummm!" she sighed. Her eyes were half-closed as she let the waves of pleasure wash through her body.
It was too good to give up.
But the old urgency in her loins made her move faster. Her body started up and down on his trapped cock with increased tempo. She began fucking herself with new vigor. Her hips corkscrewed down in a twisty, turning motion. But that was icing on the cake.
What really mattered was the prick surging into her guts.
She took his cock into her cunt even faster. The friction began to mount. Every time his cock pushed through her pussy lips, they compressed those sensitive flaps a bit more. She was getting the sensation of a forest fire raging out of control. And it was in her cunt. And his cock was stoking the flames higher and higher.
The fire spread rapidly throughout her belly. And the burning, all-devouring warmth filling her body from the way he was fucking her nipples around was pouring down through her.
The two raging conflagrations met. The teenager's entire body was gripped with the heat and warmth and wonderfulness of being well fucked.
The hands on her boobs helped. But it was the cock driving back and forth in her cunt that did it.
She came.
Her hips began flying up and down, out of control. She fucked herself as rapidly as she could on his slippery prong. There was nothing else in her universe except for the impaling spike of hot flesh penetrating her twat. That was the center of everything. And she wanted to get the best out of it she could.
As her body was ravaged by the velvet and iron grip of orgasm, her cunt walls smashed down hard on his buried cock. He gasped and gripped harder on her tits. He had tried guiding her up and down his prong in a rhythm that pleased him. She was too horny for that. She was intent on fucking herself in exactly the way she wanted.
Now that his cock was fully inside her, the orgasm took its toll on his control. The collapsing walls of her convulsing cunt made him think he had fucked into a vise. A hot vise lined with velvet. But he managed to arch his back and lift her body off the bed.
His cock drove even deeper up her cunt. Their crotches pound together in the most erotic way possible. He felt the heat boiling out of her cunt and setting fire to his prick.
He fell back to the bed and felt his cock slip partially from her twat.
His shaft was suddenly very cold. He arched up again and buried himself as deeply as he could in that raging, convulsing sea of flesh.
The wave of heat coming out to meet him set fire to his cock. The flames leapt back and tickled his balls. Then it set them to boiling. And he knew his balls had become a boiler with only one safety valve.
The pin-prick hole at the end of his cock expanded. Then it fountained out the white tide of his cum. His jism hosed down her still shivering cunt with total abandon.
He twisted and hunched in to drive his cock all the way to the hilt in its sexy sheath.
He succeeded. He felt her body seized again with another orgasm. And then another. While his cock was still spewing out its load, she came a fourth time. She was consumed with lust. And her squeezing cunt milked him entirely dry of his jizz. His cock deflated like a pricked balloon this time. It slipped out of Susan's manhole amid a flood of white slime and cunt juice. He was totally exhausted. Coming twice in such a short time had entirely drained him physically and emotionally.
He was sated.
But Susan wasn't.
"Wow," she sighed. "That was super." Then she saw his limp cock and knew it would be a long time before he could ever get it up again. Maybe an hour or longer. The disappointed look told Joe all he needed to know.
"Look, doll, I've had it for now and it's apparent you're still horny.
So why don't you come over to my place later on tonight? Then we can get it on again?"
"Super!" she agreed, visions of fucking all night with this stud in her horny brain.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sue and Joe walked down the stairs, hand in hand. That was their big mistake because Don was standing at the foot of the stairs, an ugly expression on his face.
"You don't have to tell me what you've been doing," he said.
Sue glanced from him to Joe. Joe had blanched entirely white. She was going to have to say something – fast – to avoid trouble.
"Oh, Daddy, don't be such a stick-in-the-mud. You're too uptight over what goes on these days."
"The hell I am. I don't want my daughter acting like a common whore."
"Are there any around here? Is Cat?" Sue know she was hitting below the belt – and that was exactly where she had to reach her father.
"Don't give me that. You know what I mean. Hell, look at the way you're walking! He must have really fucked you silly."
"Yeah, he did. He's damn good at it. And I enjoyed it, too. Is that a crime?"
"I'll talk with you later. As to you, kid, I'll break your fuckin' neck if I ever catch you with my daughter again."
"Now look, Don, it's just like she said. Everything between us is…"
"There won't be anything else between you."
"There really wasn't much between us upstairs, Daddy. Not when he had his cock all the way in. And it's such a long prick, too." She hoped to shock him to his senses. Instead, it had the opposite effect. It drove him wild with rage.