With the same sweet smile, Sue Robin brought him his drink.
"So you dig my music, eh?"
"Oh yes, I love it. Why, if I told you the things that run through my mind when I listen to it…" She stopped and spread her hand before her face as if hiding a blush. "Lordy, how I run on."
She noted the self-satisfied smile curving his thin cruel lips. He's hooked, she thought. I've got him by the balls – or I will have in a few minutes.
"We oughta be able to make a few dreams come true, don't you think?" He no longer made a move toward her. She was secured, he told himself. Now she could come to him. Jesus, what a gorgeous hunk of woman! You hardly noticed how big she was because she was so well-proportioned. Her knockers were almost as big as Mary Beth's, and they looked even firmer, though she managed to make them jiggle as she rocked to the rhythm of the music. He relaxed still more and sipped his drink, he had time.
Sue Robin let the booze get to her quickly, but not enough to lose control of the situation. Hell, she might as well enjoy this, too. Of course she would! She gave Shawnee her most sultry smile and flicked her long eyelashes up and down.
"It sure gets to me," she said, shifting her hips almost in a hula rhythm to the beat of the taped music.
"Yeah, babe, and you're getting to me," he growled.
"Aw, now, you couldn't be interested in a little ol' local-yokel girl like me. Man like you, you've probably had all the pretty girls in New York and Hollywood and all those wonderful places."
"Come here, Bonnie Jo!" he ordered her abruptly. "Sit here beside me." He set his glass down on the floor and kicked off his shoes. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to his belt buckle, exposing his brown chest covered with black curly hair.
But nothing like Jack Stanfield's, Sue Robin thought as she went to the edge of the bed and sat down within easy arm's reach. She lifted her glass and tilted her head back to drink, knowing full well what would happen next.
It happened.
Shawnee slid his arm about her waist, not too tight, and caressed her for a moment, then raised his hand to cup under her tit.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! What are you doing, Shawnee?" she said, turning naive blue eyes on him.
"Just checking this superstructure," he grunted. "I couldn't believe it was real."
"Oh, it's real, all right." She slid her hand quickly over his and raised it up against her breast even harder. "See?"
"No. Let's see. I mean, really see. Dig?"
"You mean you still don't believe they're real?" Her incredulity seemed real as she played her game.
"That's right. Seeing's believing, you know."
"I don't know." She hesitated. "Well, I reckon it's all right." She untied the string about her neck and unsnapped the narrow band at her back and the bra floated outward, revealing coral nipples in the center of large, reddish-brown areolas. She flipped the garment to the floor.
"See?"
"Jesus Christ! Yeah, I see." Sucking in his breath, he ran his hand over the smooth rounded surface of one amazing globe, then zeroed in on her nipple. Immediately it hardened and swelled under his finger and thumb as he massaged it.
"Oh! Oh! Shawnee!" she gasped, and this time her reaction was for real. "Ooooooooh, honey, you don't know what you're doing to do."
"The hell I don't!" he grunted, putting his other hand on her other tit. "This is the nicest handful I've ever had."
"Are you sure?" she sighed. "You wouldn't tease me, would you?"
For answer, he lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it until it got even larger and harder. He touched it lightly with his teeth, and she quivered all over. He massaged the other tit, then put his mouth on its nipple, and sucked it, too, while Sue Robin ran her fingers through his long black hair.
"Let's get out of these things, babe," he said, pulling his mouth off her nipple.
"What do you mean, honey?" she faked shocked surprise.
"Get out of 'em!" he ordered, stripping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
"Do you mean – do you mean – nude?"
"I mean nude. Get them shorts off or I'll pull 'em off." He yanked his Levi's off and his enlarging cock swung out, long and dark, the swelling head gleaming pinkly in the shadows of the room.
"You mustn't!" she squealed, and turned her back toward him. But she also unfastened her, shorts and stripped them off, together with her panties. When she turned back around to face hi she was as naked as he.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, running his eyes down the slim waist to the wide-flared hips and full thighs. Then his eyes focused on the golden fleece of her mound. "Come here, woman!"
Coyly she minced toward him, then allowed him to wrap his arms about her waist and drag her down to the bed with him. He stretched out beside her, braced on one elbow, and his other hand started a swift survey of her supine body, from tits to cunt. He ran his fingers through the silky mat of hair, luxuriating in the erotic delight, then trailed his middle finger lightly along the slit of her pussylips.
"Ohhhhhh honey!" she wailed. "What are you doing to me?"
He slipped the tip of his finger into the slot, feeling the moisture already collecting in the narrow ravine. Sliding his finger upward toward the apex of the lips, he traced the tip over her clit, finding the erect little protuberance quite easily.
Sue Robin shuddered from the quivers of ecstasy shooting out from her love-center and spreading all through her body. This guy knew which buttons to press, all right. She squirmed and thrust her cunt lightly against his finger, and in a moment she felt it sliding right into the channel, now well lubricated with cunt juice.
"Mmmmmmmmmm! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she moaned, riding her hips forward against the palm of his hand cupped over her mound while his finger played about inside her cunt. She clamped down with her love-muscles, milking lightly on his finger.
"Jesus!" he barked. The bitch had a snapper pussy. He'd had only a few well-educated pussies doing to him what she was doing now. His cock came on up to full erection, throbbing with anticipation of getting the same treatment his finger was getting.
He rolled over her and thrust his knee between her legs, forcing them apart.
Looks like no more preliminaries, Sue Robin thought, but it doesn't matter. I'm hot enough to start burning him up. She let him shove her thighs apart and crawl between them, his gristly cock thumping and poking like an awkward puppy's nose. When he had guided his cockhead to the mouth of her cunt, she drew her feet up along the sheet, flexing her legs so she would have plenty of leverage.
With his cockhead accurately planted on target, Shawnee lunged forward with his hips, expecting to ram the full length of his tool into her slippery canal. But Sue Robin clamped down hard with her pussy muscles and twisted her hips, stopping the rampaging cock when it was only half in.
"You're hurting me!" she screamed in simulated pain. "Don't hurt me, honey! You're so big! I didn't know they made 'em that big."
"I guess I was a little rough, babe," he grunted, delighted by her reaction. Big woman doesn't necessarily mean a big cunt, he reminded himself. He backed off a couple of inches and began a slow fucking with only the embedded part of his shaft. "A hhh, honey, that feels marvelous!" she sighed, and nibbled at his earlobe. "I don't know why you got me so hot and excited. But I want you sooooooo!" And she shoved her hips upward to capture another two inches of his sliding cock. Her strong legs, braced firmly against the bed, sent her cushiony ass upward to match his riding rhythm, and in a few moments she could tell he was getting overexcited.
"Slow it down a little, babe," he panted, unwilling to blow his load just yet.
But Sue Robin smiled to herself and increased the length of her thrusts so that her grasping pussy swallowed the entire length of his cock on each stroke. Working her love-muscles expertly, she milked down on the swollen rod each time she backed off, and short moments later he began gasping.