She slid her hands under his asscheeks, got a firm grip, then went down on his cock again, not to deep-throat him, but to suck him off as quickly as possible. In the tormented condition it was in, his cock was ready to explode. Bobbing her head up and down with woodpecker rapidity, she soon felt the familiar throbs. Sliding one hand into the crack of his ass, she waited until his first charge came pulsing through his shaft. Then she jammed her finger into his asshole.
"Jesus Christ!" he yelped, his ass flipping up off the bed. "What the hell are you doing, woman?" But he was in the middle now, shooting his load into her sucking mouth and unable to do anything but spasm helplessly while she drained him relentlessly.
Even after the last feeble spurt had passed through his inflamed cockhead, she kept sucking and licking while Shawnee twitched and moaned, as weak as a baby. "Please! Please!" he implored, tugging at her hair.
Finally she released him and sat up to look down at him. She smiled and licked her lips like a contented cat. "Yummy, honey, you sure do taste good!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah," he grunted, half-unconscious. "Right on, kid."
"Would you like a drink?"
Sue Robin got up and freshened their drinks. When she got back, Shawnee was flattened out like a punctured inner-tube, his eyes closed and his lips parted, and she could tell he was just on the brink of sleep.
"Here, honey!" she called cheerfully. "Here's your drink."
He groaned and rolled over, then pushed himself up on one elbow.
"I must say," she exclaimed, "you're one real man!"
"Yeah." He mustered a pallid smile and tried to tense his stomach muscles. "Yeah, kid, you're right." He gulped his drink thirstily. The vodka jolted him enough that he could sit up on the bed, cross legged.
Sue Robin seated herself close in front of him, also crosslegged, her golden cunt aimed right at him. Beaming happily, she jiggled her tits and stretched one arm high to raise her blonde hair and let it flutter down about her face and shoulders. She saw the dark eyes flash instinctively, but a quick glance at his limp cock showed that it hadn't shared the reaction.
"You must've made love to thousands of beautiful women, Shawnee," she said. "How do I stack up with all those others?"
He grinned and began to come alive. "You broads are all alike," he said. "You want to be the greatest lay in the world."
"I guess you're right," she said. "But how was I? Good?"
"You're good, baby. Real good."
She sighed happily and reached between his crossed legs to tweak his flaccid dong. "That's a real pretty dingus, but he looks plumb tuckered out right now."
"He'll be up and around," Shawnee boasted. He took another long swig of his drink.
She slid closer and wrapped her long slim fingers about the soft flesh. Her fingers pressed cunningly and persuasively, and after a while she detected a faint throb on the lower side, down near his dangling balls. She went on under to fondle the drained nuts, her pressure light and sensual.
He licked his lips and his eyes focused more clearly on the big swinging boobs just in front of him. He reached out and squeezed one of them tentatively, then with more ardor as the velvet skinned globes excited him once more.
Prettiest damn boobs I've ever seen, he thought, getting more heart into his caresses. Like molded vanilla ice-cream mounds topped with cherries. He kneaded one of the nipples until it was as large as the end of his forefinger.
Sue Robin sucked in her breath as her own passion rekindled. Yeah, she mused, this was a game she was sure to win, but she was enjoying the play. Her fondling hand went from his balls back to his cock, now attempting to expand. She slid the skin down on the shaft as far as it would go, thrusting the head forward to where she could hook her fingernails under the spreading flange. Very lightly she scratched the sensitive rim and beneath it with her manicured nails, and immediately the languid peter began to stir. Very slowly, but it was rising.
"Let me," she said, pushing him back on the bed and taking the glass from his hand. She put the drinks on the floor, then straddled his hips, facing him. Rising high on her knees, she seized his growing hard-on and sank back down to where she could stroke the head the full length of her pussy slit, from asshole to clit. She was still wet from before, and in no time she had his cockhead well lubricated.
He had stopped groaning with weariness, and his moans took on a different tone as his battered cockhead began to respond to the wet stimulation of her puffy cuntlips.
"My, Shawnee, he's getting bigger than ever," she sighed gustily. It was a lie, but she wanted to give him all the power possible for his ego-trip. "I don't even know if it'll go in me this time or not."
She sank down slowly, easing the bluntly tapered head through her outer lips and into the tight clasp of her pussy entrance. She looked at him, and she was sure he was looking somewhat pale beneath his swarthy complexion. His eyes were closed, and a pleased smile curved his thin lips. You conceited bastard, she thought gleefully, I'm gonna screw you half to death.
When the head was well seated inside her, she began to ride up and down on it in short gentle strokes.
"Ah! Oh! Wow!" Shawnee grunted and sighed. "Cool, baby, real cool." He tried to wiggle his ass to accommodate her riding rhythm, but the effort was too much for his weakened body, and he relaxed, letting her run the show.
Sue Robin rode the hard pole in an erect posture as if she were posting on a spirited saddle horse, her strong thighs easily absorbing the strain. His dick was hard enough now that she could enjoy it, and she subtly swiveled her buttocks so that her pussy applied a wringing motion to the entrapped tool. Her elastic channel kept a snug squeeze on him, while the overflowing lubrication easily let his full length slide into her.
She slowed her pace to practically sit on his belly and do a coffee-grinder routine with her buttocks.
"Do – you – like – that – honey?" she panted. She was really enjoying it now, no longer acting. Hell, she thought, a woman can fake it only so long. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she gasped. That one really slipped up on her, an unintended thrill that shook her from asshole to tonsils. I'd better bring him off before I lose control, she thought, and began riding him again.
"Jeeeeeeeeez!" a long sigh escaped his slack lips and his ass quivered.
Here we go, Sue Robin told herself. Ride'm, cowboy! Faster and faster she sprang up and down, squeezing him on the upstroke and churning her ass on the bottom.
"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" he grunted under the impact as she bounced on his belly.
Up! Down! Up! Down! Her sopping cunt sloshed like an old-fashioned butter chum with the in-and-out pistoning of his battered cock.
"Ooooooooooooooh!" she started to wail with the first shivering spasms of orgasm. Hang in there, Sue Robin, she told herself, clenching her teeth tightly. Bring this sonuvabitch off. Fast! Faster and faster she went as the joyful throbs quivered through her loins. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The grunts and groans were as much Shawnee's as hers as they both flipped almost hysterically.
"Aw, shiiiiiiiiit!" he groaned, his body convulsing under the plunging woman, sending his charges of sperm into her body. He felt beat, detached from his frame which went on jerking uncontrollably, even after he was drained for the third time. It ain't so, someone seemed to be muttering in his brain. That hungry lusty woman just wasn't for real. He wanted to drift away.
"I'm – coming – again! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Her thighs flexed tirelessly as she kept on sliding up and down the slippery dong. Her hands plowed frantically through her flying hair as she whipped her head from side to side and arched backward like an acrobat.
"Fuck me, man! Fuck me!" Just as she was about to come again, she felt his cock collapse like a piece of rope, and a hoarse groan escaped his lips.