Steady, girl, she told herself. Keep cool. Cool, hell! She was still vibrating all over with the electric excitement of her climax; she wanted more.
The shrunken peter slipped out of her cunt. In spite of her frustration, Sue Robin looked down at the tiny wet thing and giggled. Too much. The mighty Shawnee fucked to a fare-thee-well. Not Shawnee; an imposter who had traded on the similarity of his looks to those of the rock singer.
She clasped her hand under her left breast, feeling her heart pounding through the resilient cushion of flesh. Gradually her panting subsided and she slipped off the spent body beneath her.
"Asleep!" she murmured, peering closely at his closed eyes. He had actually passed out. Three times and out. Oh no, buddy-boy. You're gonna get it one more time. Dumb Rebel broads, hey?
She got off the bed and went into the bathroom for a refreshing shower. When she came out, cooler and relaxed, she brought a damp washcloth. Shawnee never stirred as she sponged off his juice-smeared cock and wiped around his hairy balls. For a fleeting moment she felt sorry for the man, whoever he really was. But only for a moment.
She stretched out on the bed beside him, not quite touching him, and closed her eyes for a light nap. She'd got hers, not quite as much as she wanted, but good.
She slept lightly for no more than fifteen minutes, then awoke, lying on her side with her ass curved into the man sleeping behind her. She turned her head without moving her body and looked at him. Still out like a light. She smiled maliciously. One more time, then she'd leave him alone.
Almost on cue he rolled in his sleep, facing her back, spoon-fashion. Great, she thought. She snuggled her buttocks back into his groin. That always turned Buz on, she knew, and undoubtedly it worked for most men. Even asleep, he'd feel the sensual heat.
For perhaps five minutes she lay still, her back against his stomach and her warm asscheeks pressed into his belly and thighs then his deep breathing changed, and she felt a quickening of his thigh muscles. Slowly she slid her hand between them and felt for his cock. Yes, sure enough, it was thickening slowly, not really hardening yet, but coming to life.
He's a pretty good stud, she admitted to herself. If he hadn't come on with his insulting line about dumb Rebels, she'd have enjoyed spending a night with him and really doing it right. But this was civil war, and he was in for it.
Slowly she massaged his sleepy cock, at the same time twisting sinuously about in the bed until she was in a sixty-nine position with both of them lying comfortably on their sides. Her head pressed into his thighs as she reached for his cockhead with her lips and tongue.
Not even a dead man could remain quiet with all the things happening to him that she was doing to Shawnee. His eyes fluttered open, to stare right at a furry mass of gold, not six inches from his nose. He also felt an involuntary quiver around his asshole; something was tugging at his cock, something wet and hot and softly snug. Jesus Christ! He came fully awake. That blonde bitch was sucking him!
He tried to move, but discovered that he was so weak he could barely wiggle. Also, he was pretty well blocked in. Her wide hips loomed before his face, and her strong arm was about his ass, holding him to her while she continued lapping and sucking on his cock. And yes – by God! – he was actually getting another hard-on. Pride and dismay conflicted within him. Didn't this broad ever get enough?
But cunt was cunt, and the one right before him was lovely, a big beautiful mound of golden fur, with a pink juicy slit showing down the middle. As he watched, the upper thigh, a shapely suntanned pillar of woman flesh raised, spreading the outer lips of the furry pussy. He leaned forward and lapped the slot with his tongue. A responsive quiver vibrated through the spread thighs.
Now's the time, Sue Robin decided. The gloves were off for this round. For all the womanly curves of her large body, she was as strong as most men of her size. And Shawnee was one pussy-whipped man! With a powerful but not ungentle roll of her body, she came up on top of Shawnee, his cock still held firmly in her mouth and her pussy pressing lightly against his face. He couldn't move if he wanted to.
Reluctantly his cock stiffened and swelled to almost a full hard-on, one strong enough for Sue Robin to practice every trick she knew with her fingers and teeth and lips and tongue. With her warm juicy pussy nearly smothering him, he had no option but to probe and lap with his tongue. In spite of his weakness, he began to enjoy the double sensation, and he plunged his tongue into her narrow inner lips as far as he could.
A muffled squalling sounded from the other end of the bed as Sue Robin reacted to the new energy playing in her excited cunt. She had his entire cock in her mouth, but it was still not fully erect, so she didn't have to deep-throat it like before. But it was still growing, and her ecstatic wails and shrieks vibrated against it, stimulating it even more. When the head swelled and bumped deep in her throat, she backed off and began sliding her mouth up and down, fucking him with gradually accelerating speed. The motion made her body move a little, enough to jiggle her cunt over Shawnee's mouth and tongue.
Her head bobbed up and down faster until it seemed her neck was made of spring steel, strong and tireless. Her saliva mixed with the juice oozing from the tip of his distended cockhead, lubricating her soft, sucking lips. She slid one hand under his slim asscheek and upward to fondle his balls, and in a few more minutes she felt the throbs coming on.
"Jesus Christ, woman!" Shawnee tried to shout, but the soft fur-fringed lips smothered his outcry, and smeared his face with her love-juice. Feebly he raised his hands and tried to push the balloon cheeked ass away, but he was too weak – or she was too strong. His hands flailed without force against the smooth rounded curves while her slippery cuntlips furrowed back and forth over his mouth.
Again he tried to shout: "I'm coming! Goddammit, I'm coming!" Hazily he felt his loins jerking away, shooting out his fourth load into the powerfully sucking lips that seemed to be swallowing him, cock, balls and all. The steaming pussy sliding above him slowly came to a halt and raised off him. His senses reeled, and he heard his own blood pounding in his temples and ears. He'd never been so drained in his life. What the hell had happened?
Sue Robin climbed off the bed, smiling triumphantly. Casually she pulled on her few clothes, then stood over the semiconscious man lying helplessly on the bed.
"You prick!" she said pleasantly. "You silly little two bit phony. Nobody believes you're Shawnee Harrigan. Furthermore, you're a lousy fuck. Before you come South again, sonny boy, grow some balls. Rebel chicks like real men in the sack."
She strolled out of the room, leaving the dazed man wondering what had hit him.
CHAPTER NINE
Bobby Lee Forsythe pulled into Sasser's Cove and stopped at the hotel for a quick drink before continuing home. He'd stayed in Atlanta for several extra days like Sis had told him to, but he'd been unable to reach her by phone for a week now.
"Bourbon on the rocks," he told the bartender, and when the man placed the glass before him, he took it and went to the phone booth past the end of the bar.
The phone was picked up at the other end of the line.
"Sis? Hey, what's going on? How about coming up here to Sasser's Cove and filling me in. No, no, I haven't been home yet. I'm just coming from Atlanta. What? Go on home first? What's going on, Sis? Okay. Okay. But give me a call later at my house. Right? G'bye."
The tall husky young man finished his drink and went back out. What the hell was Sue Robin up to? Why should he check in at his own place? Nothing to look forward to tonight. Beautiful, ice-cold Mary Beth and her frozen body.