Nick was pulling her nipples. She rocked on his prick, screwed about, and as her nipples caught fire she felt the first big cum ripple down her vagina.
"My cum," she panted. "Wow, I'm cumming, Nick."
"For Chrissakes, sit on me, take it all, baby!"
Her sphincter was fluttering as she lowered, squeezing every inch of his shank.
At last she pressed her open cunt to his hairy loins, rubbed her enormously extended clit, squeezed inside, and gave a shriek as she went wild.
"Ah-hh, Nick! I'm off, burning, oh Nick, I'm cumming, cumming, Nick I'm CUMMING!"
He, pulling her tits, humping at her fuckhole, was grinning.
"Let it go, honey," he cried. "Let it all go!"
Her vagina and flattened-out pussy lips felt like a great funnel filled with jelly, squashing loudly as she slid and squirmed on him. Her squashed clit, enormous, seemed the size of a cock. Everything had become unreal, her sloshing cavern was like a bucket and in her frenzy she could imagine Nick sticking his head into it.
Oh, the noises, the belches and squirts and loud sucks, her shrieks and moans and Nick's laughter, a torrent of sound, a waterfall as she writhed on the fat, stiff cock that impaled her belly!
He, holding her breast caps, was slapping her titties together.
With the final, crashing explosion she raised up until the head of his organ quivered in the funnel mouth of her cunt, bathed in its gushing juices.
Then she fell, dropped with cock spearing up her vagina, over the peak as she filled, squirmed her open pussy lips on his loins once more, shivered violently, and collapsed.
She flopped down, breasts spilling onto his hairy chest, and panted into his beard.
Hanging above him but distant, on the far edge of consciousness, she heard Nick say that he had shared some of Gwen's yoga experiences. He had learned some of the erotic mysteries of India, how to keep a stony hard on for long periods, like the night he had satisfied both Rita and Gwen on a single ejaculation. Left both limp, smiling ecstatically as they rubbed their sore pussies.
Was he bragging?
Anyhow, his prick remained like an iron bar inside Susie's drooling vaginal sleeve.
Maybe she slept. It all seemed very fuzzy.
Then he was nibbling her ear and whispering, "Do you want another cum?"
She found his mouth in its thicket of curly beard and slowly licked his lips, saying, "I'm just a flab, a heap of hot woman sprawled on you. No bones."
"I'll start you off."
His cock began throbbing, twitching. He did not seem to move his hips, but something happened, a stirring in her gaping cuntal cavern.
Exhausted, she could only slide her tongue into his mouth and kiss him deeply while her belly seemed to open ever wider about the cock-pulses.
But her position was awkward. Her legs felt cramped. She pushed up and sat straight, bringing her legs up until she heeled his armpits.
She no longer had leverage. But just sitting, feeling the tantalizing little movements of his organ reeve her hole brought her back to life, and soon she found the strength to tighten her sphincter on the root of his prick.
Squeezing the bony shaft, she grunted with pleasure, not just from the thrills that ripped about her cunt, but from pride that she could so quickly resume fucking. To lighten the burden of her weight on his loins she reached back and placed her hands on the floor, braced her arms and lifted in short jogs, rubbing her insides on his now-bent cock.
She murmured, "Gwen talked about a dozen cums. Do you think I could learn such control?"
"Oh, the Hindu sex disciplines can help anybody. But Susie, you have something Gwen hasn't, the wettest cunt I've ever fucked. There's so much goosh on your ass and my groin and legs that you could slide right off."
She giggled. "No way. I have a foot of cock skewering me, nailed into me."
"I don't know. Your hole's like jelly. I think if you made the wrong move you'd slip right off and slide up my chest and give me a faceful of pussy."
She was laughing now and thinking, Gosh, here's Mrs. Brian Fenner, me, laughing over fucking instead of cringing in fear or hurting inside from dryness like rust when Brian jams it into me! Maybe the answer is I'm not Mrs. Brian Fenner, I'm Susie who helped Nick paint the baseball wallpaper design – gosh I'm proud of that – and I'm glad he likes fucking me. I'm also pleased that I can walk around this nutty house wearing my wood-nymph tunic with one tit bare, without shame!
So here I sit with my heels in Nick's arm-pits, full of hard cock, arms back, hands on the floor bracketing his knees, looking upward with my titties slanting away to each side.
Happy Susie!
She rotated her hips, circling in his erection, sighing as it stirred her vaginal cavern.
So fucking good!
But she wanted to see Nick's face. She moved up, drew her legs back, managed to kneel again without slipping off his prick.
She reached to his chest, curled her finger into a tuft of black hair, and pulled.
He was grinning at her.
Her breast tips felt awfully hot. She rubbed a hand over the swollen caps.
Nick said, "I like seeing a broad pull her nipples. You want to?"
She smiled. "What you want is what you get, Nick," and she clustered her fingertips on her jutting pegs, tugged them out. Seething! The heat flowed right down to her crotch, and her clit gave a throb. She rubbed herself squashily on him while bending and tweaking her nips.
He said, "I'd like to see your clit sucker in action, Susie."
She had almost forgotten the plastic tube with the rubber bulb, hanging from the strand of yarn about her waist.
Pulling harder at her titties, she said, "I don't really need the gadget like this, when I can rub my cunt on you." Then a wave of heat popped in her belly and she choked, "Nick, I'm getting another cum."
"Still, I'd like to see how it works."
Rocking on him, panting now as her vagina ran rippling up and down his stem, she gave in, untied the plastic tube and rose enough to get a good view of her fiery clit prong, capped it with the plastic bell, squeezed air from the bulb and then released it as she gently pushed the bell down.
She let out a choking moan as the pull on her clit triggered the orgasm. Her entire vagina was convulsing!
Frantically she jerked on the towering cock while drawing more and more clit into the tube. God, how much – two inches of it? Am I stretching the horny thing? Is it growing? Oh, it feels so terribly good, bursting with heat, my titties on fire, bouncing around as I jerk and toss on my cuntful of meat, my face flaming, mouth dry, eyes bulging, oh, I'm cumming, cumming!
"Nick!" she shrieked, "I'm sucking it, eating it, oh goodness what my hole is doing!"
And he, laughing, said, "That clit sucker is Howard's greatest invention. Jesus but you have a lot of clitoris there, Susie!"
"Don't you like it?" she cried.
"Hell, I want to suck it!"
Maybe the thought of squatting over his face and seeing his lips and tongue open in his beard, hungry for the pink morsel protruding from her quite different beard, knocked her over the edge.
A sort of wet bonfire exploded inside her, and this cum flipped Susie right out of her mind, off to dreamland, though she suspected that she did not pause in squeezing the bulb or bobbing up and down on Nick's cock.
CHAPTER TWELVE
She came to on the floor, sprawled out like a rag doll.