"New." Susan decided it was best not to mention that the owner of the place was her father. It could only cause complications. And just looking at Joe was making her crotch begin to water again. She needed cock. And lots of it. The lezzie lovemaking with Cat had been nice – it had taken the edge off her hominess for a while.
For a while.
It was back in full force now. And Joe looked like just the stud to take care of that deeply buried itch she was feeling in her cunt.
"You break."
The game was quickly over. Sue missed two easy shots and Joe ran the table. The grin on his face showed that he wasn't the least bit repentant about beating a newcomer to the game. His cock was telling him this was exactly what he'd came in for.
"Well," Susan said, "You win. You're a good player. And I missed a couple really easy shots."
"You said you're new around here." A horrified thought had crossed his mind. What if she was just someone who'd drifted in off the street? What if she wasn't one of the regulars around here who played by the rules?
"Yeah. But don't worry. I know the way it is around here. You don't plunk down five dollars a game without the chance of getting something worthwhile in return, right?"
"Right!"
Without another word, Susan turned and walked toward the stairs. Joe almost lost it then and there. Watching the seductive wiggle of her ass was a real treat. And the way her jugs bounced around, he could just imagine what they would be like popped into his mouth.
He hurried after her. Putting his hand on her butt hurried her up the stairs a little bit. Susan quivered at the thought of what she was about to do. It wasn't right – not really. It was almost prostitution. But hadn't he beaten her at a fair game? It wasn't rigged and she knew what she was getting into.
But her father would kill her if he ever found out.
The answer was simple: Don't let him find out.
"In here okay?" she asked.
"With you, babe, anywhere is okay!" Joe quickly answered. Before Susan could say another word, his mouth crushed down brutally on hers. For a moment, she stiffened, resisted.
Then she melted like butter in the warm summer sun. Her lips parted and let the man's delving tongue enter her mouth. She couldn't figure out what was turning her on about him the most.
His strong arms pulled her body powerfully against his. And he was solid muscle – except for the stiffening rod between his logs. She was sure his cock would be nice and hard, rock hard, by the time they were ready for that. But his tongue was well trained in erotic acrobatics.
It caressed and stroked back and forth and drove hard against hers, driving it back into her mouth. She duelled with the tongue for a while, then simply relaxed and let him do all the stimulating.
Even his droopy mustache was getting to her. She didn't much like mustaches – or so she'd thought before Joe came along. The hair tickled and stimulated her unlike anything else she'd ever found. The way it worked feverishly against her upper lip made her even more eager for him to get on with the preliminaries and fuck her.
She needed his cock – bad.
His hands began working all over her body. They seemed to be everywhere.
Stimulating, stroking, tweaking – she was being turned into a quivering mass of flesh unable to stand.
He let her sink to the floor. As she went down, he magically removed her blouse. She didn't know how he did it and she didn't care. Just being naked for him was enough.
Soon, his mouth was all over her boobs, his face buried between the twin mounds of her young tits. His mustache tickled and made her shiver in reaction. But it was his mouth slowly working its way up the snowy slopes of her left boob that made her quiver with ill-suppressed lust for the man.
His mouth left a trail of saliva all the way up the perfectly shaped tit. When he came to the top, he let his rough tongue drag over the bumpy plain of her aureole. The coppery surface was broken by the up-jutting of her erect nipple. Already filled with blood, it was hard and throbbing.
Sucking it into his mouth threatened to set off an orgasm in her loins.
She felt her crotch pouring out its fuck fluids. She had to have cock.
It had been too long. This was marvelous. She wished it could go on forever, his mouth moving relentlessly all over her tits. But she wanted a prick stuffed up her steamy cunt.
Breaking off from the man for a moment, she gasped out, "Please! I… I don't…"
He looked up, surprised. He almost shouted, "You goddamn cockteaser!
What do you mean you don't want to?"
"No!" she hastily said, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean that! I want your cock. NOW! Not later. Now! Fuck me!"
She almost ripped off her jeans in her haste to get totally naked for him. Her gleaming flesh was exposed for his lusting gaze. The momentary anger faded as he saw how eager she was for his prick. He thought he understood her need then.
"Okay, baby, you asked for it. And here it is!" He stripped off his own pants to reveal a fierce red bludgeon of a cock. It jerked and throbbed with life. Every time his heart beat, it danced around in obvious lust.
Primed and ready to dip into her cunt, the cock had an almost hypnotic effect on the girl.
She couldn't take her eyes off it. The purple tip was huge. The entire shaft was monstrous. His dick was a good nine inches long. It was everything she'd hoped it would be – and more!
"You wanted it, you'll get it. On your hands and knees like a bitch. I'm going to fuck you like a dog!"
His words sparked electric responses in her. She quickly obeyed. She made sure her lily-white ass was poking straight up into the air. And her pussy lips were slightly spread for his easy entrance up her cunt.
She didn't care how she got his cock as long as she got it!
She shivered again as she felt his hairy thighs pressing into her smooth asscheeks. His hands were rough and hard, callused. She loved it. As he stroked back and forth over her smooth-skinned body, he was muttering,
"I never thought I'd find a chick like you – ever! You're the prettiest, horniest chick I ever seen!"
His hands moved under her body and began working on her dangling tits as if they were the udders on a cow. He started milking her. The blood was pulled down into the tips of her jugs until she was sure her nipples would explode.
But that wasn't the only place his rough, wonderful hands went. He probed her crotch and quickly found her cunt. The feel of his rough finger stroking back and forth on the tender little spire of her most sensitive flesh set off her climax.
She thrashed and bucked around. But his hands held her firmly into his crotch. He wasn't going to let her escape. Not yet. His cock was beginning to feel neglected. His balls were tight and churning beneath the long rod. Now it was time to enter her and fuck her cross-eyed!
She screamed when his cock pistoned into her. He speared her dead center. The blunt tip of his dong parted her pussy lips and seared past the gently scalloped inner cunt lips. And then he was surging all the way up her twat. When his balls smashed into her body, he knew he was buried to the hilt.
Only then did it strike him how hot and impossibly tight her cunt was.
If he'd fucked into a virgin cunt, it couldn't be much tighter. The pressure on his fuck stick was almost too much for him, it was as if he had screwed his way into a vise. And the jaws of the vise were tightening down all around his cock.
And the heat! He was being burned to a nubbin. He was certain her cunt was burning his dick off. There wouldn't be anything but a charred stub left when he finished.
But what a way to go!
He gasped and straightened up. The action sent his cock wiggling another fraction of an inch into her cunt.