"Ready?" he asked needlessly.
"Yes!"
He reached down and gently pressed his hand into her thigh. The flesh was trembling in anticipation of what was to come. She wasn't quite sure what he'd do. This was obviously new to her. But she knew it would be good. Sex always was.
He reached through and lifted her leg up. By bending down a little, he was able to slip his pecker under her body. Holding her leg up split her pussy wide and presented him with a good target to hone in on. He straightened a little and felt his cock brush against her pussy lips. He was just enough off target so that his cock went sliding away toward her asshole.
"Go on, doll. Guide me in."
She reached down and gripped the pulsating cylinder of warm flesh. There was nothing she loved more in the world than cock. Unless it was a cock driving hard and deep up her twat.
Shuddering when the wet prick probed into her cunt, she hooked her leg around the man's back. Like a snake, she tried to twine herself all over the wet body wrapped in her arms.
There could be no doubt she was approaching exactly the state she desired so much. The prick slid into her snatch in a smooth, even movement. She shuddered anew as the pussy lips folded inward under the impetus of the cock. Her entire cunt was coming alive. It was feeling the full effect of being fucked once again.
Clutching hard at the slippery body in her arms, she pulled herself around the man's chest. Her boobs dragged delightfully over his hairy chest. Nipples titillated, she heaved a big sigh of joy. But her mashed jugs were only part of the turn-on fucking in the shower was giving her.
Her leg was lifted high. And with the cock inside her twat, this caused entry at a new and exciting angle. That seemed to be where it was at – finding new ways of getting his cock into her cunt.
By lifting and lowering her leg looped around his back, she was able to stimulate herself. She felt the constriction around his cock and it transmitted sheer carnal enjoyment to her.
Soon, her entire body was ablaze with wanton lust. She was moving up and down, fucking herself on his cock. The smooth sliding action of her body over his only heightened the sensation. And the water failing all around, matting her hair, giving needle-point stimulation to her sensitive skin, was all an added bonus.
"Ummm, this is super!" she sighed, snuggling closer.
The man gasped as she tightened her cunt muscles and gripped down hard on his dong. He had to admit she was right. This was something special.
And a hell of a lot better than the old missionary position. He was having a hard time keeping his balance, though. With her fucking herself on his cock, he had to brace his feet on the slippery shower stall floor.
And with the soapy water running off their naked bodies, it wasn't as simple as he'd thought it would be at first. But he wasn't complaining.
He enjoyed this too much to want to stop.
She was doing such a fine job of screwing herself on his dick, he hardly felt he had to do anything more than stand there and enjoy. But he did.
He bent his knees, leaned back so that his hips would lever forward, then thrust straight up.
His cock speared hard into her twat. There was a liquid slurshing noise as he penetrated far up her pussy. Then the man's hips retreated a little. His cock moved out enough for him to build up momentum for another powerful fucking.
Soon, their bodies were working together perfectly. She was taking his prick all the way. He was splitting her beaver wide with each and every movement of his hips.
And both of them were held captive by the impaling spike of flesh ramming far up her cunt.
He loved the way her twat collapsed all around his cock. Her stomach muscles were good, very good. And she knew how to use them. She could trap his cock every time. He felt like a velvet glove was squeezing down on his rigid rod, massaging, giving him the ultimate in pleasure.
And she was enjoying giving him the full benefit of her educated cunt.
Just to have his hot flesh stuffed up her twat was good enough. She was getting to be a greedy bitch. She hungered for cock like most people desire food. It was becoming an obsession with her. She had to have all the prick she could find.
And Joe's was just about perfect.
The way his arms wrapped around her, supported her, comforted her, was sheer heaven. And with her leg curled around his back so that his cock could easily enter her – wonderful!
She started bouncing up and down to drive that nine inches of pleasure even deeper into her guts. The friction from his fucking was building like a storm. She knew it wouldn't be long before lightning blasted through her body – sexual lightning set off by orgasm.
The heat flushed her body and seemed to turn to steam as the water lightly stung her skin. She thought her crotch might be smoking, so fast were they fucking now. She didn't look. She couldn't. Her eyes were screwed shut. She wanted to enjoy each and every sensation smashing into her body.
As his wet bush rubbed against her clit, she came. The deep plunging cock was enough to set off her orgasm but the pressure of his wiry pubic hair over her clitoris was an added bonus.
As she came, he felt the burning tide of his own climax. Locked together, they passionately struggled and strained against the other's body. When their mutual lust had abated a little, Joe was gasping for breath. The cascade of water over his head robbed him of breath.
"Whew!" he panted. "That was something entirely new for me. I felt like I was floating and fucking at the same time."
Susan hung limply around his neck. She waited until his cock fell out of her twat of its own accord. It was dead for the moment and she knew she couldn't expect it to come back to life any time soon.
"Yeah, Joe, it was the best ever. I… I'm just sorry it's over."
He looked at her and shook his head. He couldn't believe she was still horny. And yet that seemed to be what she was saying.
Without another word, he dropped to his knees, forced open her legs and began tonguing and licking at her jism-drenched pussy. His tonguing didn't stop until she was as limp as a rag and couldn't stand even one more orgasm.
CHAPTER TEN
Susan spent the night with Joe. Alternating between fitful sleep and passionate wrestling, she had her fill of sex by morning. They had made love more times than she could count. Her dreams were even filled with visions of large cocks smashing into her tender body. And she loved it.
She had never felt better than when she left his apartment. Clinging to his neck for a moment, she said softly, "I think you're really something special, Joe. You're the greatest."
"Nope," he said. "I'd be the greatest if I could ever satisfy you, get you to beg me to stop fucking you. I swear to God, you're the horniest bitch I ever saw!"
She smiled. "You turn me on. Can I help it?"
"Probably not. But I'm not complaining – I don't mind losing a night's sleep when I can make love to the sexiest, foxiest chick I ever saw."
"And who might that be?"
"Bitch!" he said, slapping her on the bottom. "Stop fishing for compliments. You know I mean you. Who else is there?"
"I don't know. Who else was there?"
Joe hesitated when she said that. She was getting possessive and that he didn't like too much. Susan was great in bed, tireless and one hell of a fine piece of ass, but he didn't want to get too involved with her. The thought of her angry father still loomed in his mind like a spectre of death. Don could get very nasty if he ever found out what was still going on between the two of them.