"Oh shit! I'm coming already!" he wheezed. His ass bobbed up and down faster as his balls throbbed and he felt the first charge building up. "Now! Now! Now!" he grunted as the first salvo shot through his shaft and exploded deep in her hot cunt passage. His body spasmed again, and she wrapped her arms about his back to hold him close on her jouncing boobs, absorbing the shock of his quivers.
It was quickly over and he rolled off her and onto his back, panting and sweating.
"Oh, honey, do you always do your thing so fast?" she asked solicitously, leaning over him so her long blonde hair fell partly across his face.
He looked up at her, half-angry, half-embarrassed. "I slipped a gear that time, babe. It'll be longer next lime."
She faked a smile of surprised delight. "Do you mean that you can do it again, Shawnee?"
His wounded ego healed quickly. "Sure, Bonnie Jo. That was just a warm-up. Give me a few minutes. Say, fix us a drink, will you?" His voice had lost much of its domineering sharpness.
Sue Robin hurried into the bathroom and quickly cleaned herself, then went back out to the improvised bar and made two more Bloody Marys.
"Take a shower, Shawnee honey," she suggested. "It'll make you feel spry again." She smiled lewdly at him and winked.
"Right on, babe." He took his drink and went into the bathroom.
She heard the shower turn on, and she smiled. Sue Robin, she told herself, you really ought to go into acting. She was really getting a charge out of leading the fake rock singer on, and she was also getting some sexy thrills, too. He wasn't really that bad; she was just rushing him along faster than he could handle things. She lay back on the bed and sipped her drink.
"Say, Bonnie Jo, where'd you learn that trick?" he asked when he came back into the bedroom.
"What trick, Shawnee?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"You know, that snapping cunt deal."
"Why I don't really know what you're talking about, honey. I just did what came naturally. You led me on." Oh-oh, she thought, I blew it that time. He won't swallow that one.
But he did, so convinced he was that her slow speech indicated a slow-functioning mentality. He nodded, satisfied, and nursed his drink.
"Want me to put on another one of your tapes, Shawnee?"
"Yeah. Yeah. That'll be great," he said without a lot of enthusiasm.
She selected one with a particularly gutsy beat, and plugged it in. When it started, she stood beside the bed facing him and did a bump-and-grind routine, her hands clasped behind her head. Her posture thrust her tits up at a provocative angle and their swaying matched in miniature the swiveling of her sinuous hips.
"That's one of the things I imagine when I hear your music," she grinned at him and rolled her eyes. "It just gets me so hot and bothered." She closed her eyes and sucked in her breath, while her golden cunt bush flipped toward him in rhythmic jerks.
He closed his eyes and sighed. Christ, what a bundle of sex! He opened his eyes again and watched her lascivious dance, and his weary cock began to throb and swell once more.
Sue Robin opened her eyes and saw the stirring brown flesh-pole. "Oooooooh!" she squealed. "He's getting so biiiiiiig again! Can I touch him, Shawnee?"
"Be my guest," he invited her grandly.
Sue Robin sat on the side of the bed and leaned forward, stretching her hand out timorously to barely touch her fingertip to the growing cockhead. "Ooooooooh!" she squealed again, snatching her finger away, only to reach out for his peter again.
After several faltering starts, she finally squeezed the turgid shaft in her hand, and lightly pumped it up and down a few licks.
"That thing sure does a fine job of making a girl feel good," she said, leaning still closer to look at it better. Her hair trailed across his thighs and swirled around the flaring head of his cock.
"Take it in your mouth!" he ordered, fully aroused again.
"I couldn't do that!" she protested.
"Sure you can. You'll like it. Go ahead." He placed his hand on the back of her head, but he didn't shove down hard.
Slowly she lowered her head until she could reach the tip with her tongue. She still grasped it in her hand, and her hand stroked up and down slowly. She stuck out her tongue and flicked the tip once, squeezing his dong at the same time.
He winced and gasped. Damn! This was a dumb bunny, but she sure had all the right instincts, he resolved. She could do better with her hand than some broads could with their cunts.
Her tongue flicked out once more and laved across the entire head, leaving a film of saliva.
"Just like a lollipop," she said, raising up and looking at him, delight shining in her wide eyes.
"Just like a lollipop," he agreed.
She leaned down again, her tongue far out and wrapping around the head of the captive dick. Sliding her hand lower down the shaft, she followed with her tongue, licking it thoroughly all around, top and bottom, until finally she was lapping at his balls. His legs spread as wide as they would go and he lay back on the pillows, sighing and groaning with rapture.
Gently she lifted one of his balls and took it into her big warm mouth, then closed her lips over it while she washed the sphere with her wet tongue.
"Oh, Christ!" he moaned, squirming like a passionate snake. This chick sure had an imagination. Pete will never believe this story.
She replaced the ball with the other and gave it the steaming mouth treatment, too. By now his cock was distended to its fullest extent, and throbbing excitedly. Sliding her face upward along the tense shaft, she brought her soft lips across the head, licking all the while. Then slithering her fingers down to grasp his balls, she opened her lips wide and took in the satiny cockhead, right past the flange. She sucked on it lightly, bobbing her head and caressing his balls.
"Baby! Baby!" Shawnee moaned in a delirium of passion. "You sure can give head!" His taut asscheeks writhed uncontrollably from the sensation of her wet tongue licking all over his captured cockhead.
Gradually Sue Robin worked downward, taking in more and more of the shaft on her slow strokes. Never for a second did she slack off her manipulation of his balls, either. This Yankee bastard was going to be one drained fucker when she finished with him. Her lips writhed and nibbled as she progressed toward the base of his cock.
The image of petite Helen came into her mind, with her short, black hair at Jack's groin while his cock slid through her lips and down her throat. Well, now she knew how to do that trick, too.
The knobby head bumped the back of her mouth and slid along the soft palate. Backing off, she took several good breaths and went down again, easing the rubbery head into the constriction of her throat. Relax, kid, she told herself. Just relax. You're Sue Robin, the lady sword-swallower. Just ease into it. The tension went out of her throat and she felt the thick rod sliding through the yielding walls. Suddenly she was lapping the base of his cock with her lips, and her mouth was fringed with his pubic hair.
"Oh Christ! Oh shit! Goddamn, woman, that's good! Too much! Oh, too much!" She heard the spluttering and exclaiming as if through a shower curtain with the shower running. For a few seconds she rippled her throat muscles, fucking him in the tight grip while his ass jerked even more as if he were trying to drive more of his cock down her throat. But she had it all, and it wasn't difficult at all. I'll have to teach that one to Mary Beth, she reflected briefly. Then she slid back up and off the painfully throbbing dong.
Shawnee was still gasping and muttering, his arms flailing against the bed. Sue Robin grinned wickedly. I'll finish the son-of-a-bitch now, she decided. He'll wish he'd never heard of the South before I finish with his poor ol' ass.