A radio and a cooler were on the grass next to it. Sue Patterson demolished the image of the average suburban back yard by casually shedding her white terry cloth jacket. As Harry had expected, she wasn't wearing anything under it. His hands itched to touch her soft, sleek skin, to fondle her small breasts, probe into the thick bush of her pussy. His cock ballooned upward in his pants. “Now, let's find out if that tool of yours is as good as think it is,” Sue purred, moving over to him and beginning to strip him. Harry let his hands learn Sue's curves as she peeled his clothes off of him. Her skin was satin smooth. Her body was trimmer and harder than Karen's.
It was, Harry recalled with a pang, more like Sarah's body-before the cancer had robbed her of her health. He stroked his thumbs up from the base of Sue's breasts, feeling and seeing the yielding flesh mold inward and slide under his thumbs. He hit her nipples, bent them upward, pinched them against her body. They bounced back when his thumbs slipped past them. They were stiffer after his touch than before. “MMMmmm, yum!” Sue purred when she got to his prick. She dropped to her knees to help him step out of his pants. Her lips closed around his cock. She wet his staff with her saliva, bathed it with her tongue, and brought a hot, searing wave of lubricant rushing down it. Harry's hands curled around her graceful head ready to guide her blow job, but she stood up. Her lips met his, and he tasted his own secretions on? her breath as their tongues dueled. She pressed her slender, warm, athletic body against his. Her nipples scraped his chest. Her hands slid down his back and cupped his hard buttocks. She pulled him tight against her tummy. His cock was like a rolling pin between their bodies. Harry repaid her compliment by gripping her tail. He was surprised at the yielding softness of her small ass. He kneaded her economical buttocks, liking the fleshy rubberiness of them. He felt her humping her pelvis in response, grinding her hairy pussy against him. By turning slightly from side to side, she rolled and twisted his cock between them. The kiss ended, but not the ass-clutching embrace. Harry leaned back, and Sue leaned back. Her dark eyes were hot with passion as they pressed their hips together.
“Is there a Mr. Patterson?” Harry asked abruptly. “Of course,” she answered. “He was at Paradisio the other day. But,” she sighed, “he is in sales. He's on the road right now.” “And that's why I'm here,” Harry concluded. “No. You'd be here even if Jerry was here,” Sue countered. “In fact, he suggested I call you. Poor Jerry.
He's in Fresno. He won't be getting any tail today.” “An open marriage?” “Wide open,” Sue agreed. She bumped her pelvis against him. “Are we going to talk all afternoon?” she demanded. “No.”
Harry swept one arm down her knees and curled the other around her back and lifted her in the air without warning. “Ooooh, wow!” Sue yelped delightedly as he carried her to the towel and eased her down onto it. Her eyes were flashing with excitement. She stretched her lithe body sensuously. Her stomach was flat, almost concave. The thrust of her mons was prominent and inviting. Her legs were opened in a wide vee. “Any-time-you're-ready,” she hissed. Harry was ready. But, for the moment, he had other ideas. He had a sadistic impulse to torment her. Sitting beside her on the towel, he stroked one finger up the inside of one graceful thigh, then down the other.
Sue writhed, and bared her teeth. Placing his hand high on her thigh, Harry squeezed the soft flesh. He was so close to her pussy that her thick black curls brushed the back of his hand. He squeezed and kneaded her thigh, watching her stomach muscles quiver in response to the stimulation. Removing his hand from her leg, he transferred his attention to her nipples. They were dark, sharp, and had a fullness and texture that indicated she had mined a child at some time. He pinched the left one between thumb and forefinger, tugged, and watched her breast pull upward into a perfect cone. Then the rubbery tit snapped free. Sue writhed. “You are a devil,” she hissed at him happily. Sweat was shining on her forehead and cheeks, and her lips were gleaming. Harry said nothing. He continued tormenting her tits, rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb, twisting it, watching it stretch out as he pulled on it. He saw her ribs heave as her breathing became more ragged. Her stomach convulsed, knotted and unknotted as he tortured her breasts. Her arms were still raised over her head. Her elbows were bent slightly. Her fingers were curled like claws. She was not helpless, not tied down. But she was obviously determined to let him do with her as he wished. The pulse visible in her throat beat very quickly. She was so slender, he could see her heart throbbing just below her breast bone. Leaving her boobs, Harry placed his hand on that throbbing point, feeling the hotness of her body and the pounding of her heart. It felt like a small, frightened animal was trapped under his palm. He stroked his hand down to her flat stomach, over her navel. He pressed on her gut and felt her body yielding. He kept on pressing until there was a flicker of pain and fear in her eyes. But again, there was no attempt to stop him. It was as if she were enjoying her total submission to him. Her body looked very pale and vulnerable as the merciless sun glared down on it. He poked a finger into her navel. Her gut sucked inward in response. He bored his finger into her belly button, driving deep into her stomach. Her mouth opened in a circle of lust, which urged him to probe still deeper and harder. Then there was again a flicker of pain in her eyes. Not poking any harder, he wiggled his finger in the socket, and saw hot lust flare in her eyes. “Gawd!” she groaned, writhing feebly on the colorful towel.
The sun gleamed on her sweaty flesh. Her fingers were closing and opening spasmodically. Harry backed his finger out of her navel and slid his hand down her flat belly. He combed his fingers into her thick bush, feeling the hard arch of her pubic bone. Then he felt the humid, hairy softness of her labia and a slick sliver of her inner petals where they pouted hungrily. Cupping his hand to the curve of her crotch, he drove his finger deep into her hot, slippery vagina.
Her hips surged and writhed, searching for more. She was soaking, slippery, and wet, ready for him to take her. He finger-fucked her and studied the play of lust over her face, the ripples and muscular contractions of her belly, the heaving of her ribs. Curling all his fingers but the one he had in her twat, he continued finger-fucking her. The only contact between them was the finger he had in her slick hole. She spread her legs wide and bent her knees, jack-in.', her thighs so wide the tendons stood out. “Take me,” she whispered.
“God, don't torment me any longer. I need your cock, not your finger, you bastard!” Harry was pleased with her reaction, with the power he had over her. Drawing his drenched finger out of her vagina, he slid it up her crack to her clit. It was easy to find on her-a prominent, erect protrusion that he could roll with the tip of his finger. Sue was instantly reduced to helpless gargling. He rolled and battered her nerve-loaded clit until she was thrashing on the ground, her entire body twisting and jerking, frantically seeking a cock to pin it down and still its convulsions. He stopped toying with her with shocking abruptness. She opened lust-hazed eyes and stared at him, pleading, wondering. For a long moment he kept her in doubt as to his intentions. “Please?” she finally asked plaintively. “Please, give it to me? I'm hanging by a thread!” Harry moved in between her slender legs. On his knees, he leaned forward on one hand and aimed his cock into her thick bush with the other. Carefully, he worked the throbbing, purple knob of his phallus into her steaming grotto. Her thick hair scratched the tender flesh of his penis until he had the head of it set in the hot, sticky embrace of her vagina.