As much to torment her as to ease his entry, he combed the thick kinks of her black hair aside, feeling a few recalcitrant strands tug free from between his glans and her gripping folds. Spreading her hair and labia, he could see his prick nestled in the entrance to her cunt.
Gripping his staff, he wiggled it gently in her socket, as if making sure it was properly set. “Oh, God! Don't keep me hanging like this!” Sue moaned harshly. “Give it to me, goddammit!” Harry was more than ready, and Sue was more than ready. He gave it to her with one relentless thrust, not fast, not slow, just steady. He drove his aching phallus straight up into her hot, clinging guts. He filled her with his bulk, crammed the full, powerful length of his cock into her with one determined drive until he felt the tip of his organ jam against the end of her tunnel. “Aaawwww!” The long cry of pleasure came from the depths of Sue's soul. Her mouth gaped open as if she expected his organ to emerge there. She lay with her arms stretched straight out as if she had been crucified. Harry drew his phallus out of her until it almost slipped free, then crammed it back into her belly again. The walls of her vagina, hot, wet, creamy with her juices, slid past the nerve endings of his cock like liquid fire. His stomach muscles knotted. Finally, he lowered himself, let his full 155 pounds come down on the slender woman under him. He curled his hands up under her shoulders and clutched her as if he had to steady her. He began fucking her with just his hips, drawing his prick out, then ramming it back in. His pubic arch grated against hers. Their pubic hair cushioned what would otherwise have been painful impacts between their mangled flesh. He knew that every thrust was pulverizing her clitoris between the millstones of their pelvic bones. Harry's ecstasy was concentrated in his phallus. That towering organ was ablaze from the friction of her cunt. Tongues of flame were darting into his groin as his sperm was readied. It was like building a fire by rubbing two sticks together. He was smouldering, and a few more carefully timed strokes would bring him to the flash point, make his body erupt, fountain his fluids into his willing partner. Either she was corning, or she was being wracked by some terrible seizure. Under his crushing weight, her slight body was knotting and heaving as if trying to lift them both off the ground. She was wailing, and her head was rolling from side to side on the towel as she convulsed. Harry didn't stop while she came, but continued to hump into her, quicker and harder, sharper, until at last he felt the crest and knew nothing could hold back his coming any longer. He let it burst over him, felt his balls knot, his prostate clench, and his cock convulse as he poured his semen into her in a series of quick, determined, jolting blasts. Hauling down on her shoulders, driving up with his hips, he did his best to drive the head of his cock completely through her. His ass, his thighs, his calves, his feet-all cramped in an effort to add their bit to his titanic orgasm. His belly muscles clenched, forcing his cock still farther into her. He could feel her vagina spasming, and it made his cock keep pumping and convulsing. In a self-reinforcing reflex action, his convulsing cock made her vagina spasm, and her spasming vagina made his cock convulse. It went on and on until there was nothing left but the ache of total exhaustion. His firing chambers clenched one last time and held for a long, agonizing, ecstasy-jammed moment before his pleasure died and the blood burst free of the barriers and poured out of his cock and back into his limp body. Sue was the first to break the panting silence. She was stroking his back with her fingernails, making him break out in goose bumps. “Karen always has superb taste in men,” Sue sighed. Harry's brain stirred slowly to life. “What's with you and Karen, anyway?” he asked. “Just a little friendly rivalry is all,” Sue answered. “It's a game we play-I take her men.” “She's been avoiding me.” Sue stroked his shoulder, tracing the curve of the bone. “Of course, silly. It's my turn now.” “You mean…” “I mean, she's done with you. Her game is to bring strangers to Paradisio and introduce them to the joys of outdoor, public sex. She breaks 'em in, and then I take over.”
Harry felt a flare of anger at being used, then wondered if he really had anything to complain about The hell with it, he decided.
“I could use a swim and a drink,” he said, rolling off her.
“Beer okay?” she asked. “Fine.” “In the cooler.” They stood in the pool and sipped their beers while they cooled off. The water was up to Harry's chest and Sue's collar bone. “You have a daughter, don't you?” Sue asked. “You should take her to Paradisio.”
Harry bit back a sharp reply. “Jan's only fifteen,” he answered, hoping he didn't sound too square. “Must be difficult, trying to raise her without a wife,” Sue noted sympathetically. “We're doing all right,” Harry responded defensively. “Do you have any children?” “Two,” she answered between swallows of beer. “Tom is sixteen, and Judy is fifteen.” “You look young to have a son that old,” Harry noted. “Harry, you say the sweetest things,” Sue purred, flipping the empty can out onto the lawn. “Cooled off enough?”
“Yeah.” He followed her out of the pool. With his initial passion taken care of, Harry wasn't in any hurry. Lying beside Sue Patterson, he was content to soak up the sun and lazily explore her slender body. She seemed as languid as he was. She was gently squeezing his drained prick. He had half an erection and a pleasant, anticipatory feeling deep in his groin. He was lying on his side, studying the way her nipples reacted to being pinched, when the door of the house crashed open. He was jolted by the sound and rocked to the core when he looked up and saw a pretty,; young girl walking straight toward them. Slender as a; reed, her hair the same dramatic blue-black shade, the girl was a miniature edition of Sue Patterson.
For a moment, Harry debated making a break for his clothes in the hope of concealing from the young girl what had been going on. Then he realized it was already too late. Sue seemed totally unconcerned.
She didn't even release his cock, although it had lost every vestige of rigidity. She thumbed the rubbery, sensitive glans casually.
“Hi, Mom.” “Hi, Darling. Judy, this is Mr. Chambers. Harry, this is my daughter, Judy.” Harry wondered momentarily about the protocol of a meeting such as this. Should he get up? Sue still had hold of his cock, so he decided against it. “Hi,” the girl greeted him. She was extremely pretty. Her dark hair came low on her forehead in thick, luxuriant bangs. Her eyes, as dark as her mother's, were casually taking inventory of him. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and white shorts, so that her deep tan looked even darker. She appeared to be, as yet, straight as a stick, with no appreciable bust or waist. “Hi,” Harry responded, trying to sound as casual as she did. From the way she accepted the situation, it apparently wasn't all that unusual for her to find her mother and a strange man naked in the back yard. His cock was getting hard again.
“Going to take a swim?” Sue asked, still fondling Harry's prick.
“Oh, I don't know,” Judy sighed. “When's Dad going to be home?”
“Not for another week yet, at least. What's the matter?” For the first time, Judy seemed hesitant. “Oh, uh, you know…” she said vaguely. “Like that, huh?” Sue said. “Mr. Chambers has a daughter. I'm sure he understands.” Judy looked at him, and Harry felt his heartbeat quicken. Something about the way the girl was looking at him was extremely erotic and arousing. “Are you Jan's father?” Judy asked. Harry nodded. “You know her?” “She's a class ahead of me in school,” Judy answered. “Gee, she's pretty. You must love her a lot. She's got a real nice body.” Harry was fighting to maintain his cool. “Thank you, but I don't think I can take much credit for it,” he responded dryly. “What do you do when she gets horny?” Judy asked. Harry bunked. “Horny?” He knew what the word meant, but he wasn't sure Judy did. “When she needs a man?” she explained, as if it were the most logical question in the world. Harry looked to Sue for guidance, but found no help there.