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She was crushing down all around him. He felt as if he'd fucked into a blast furnace. Or a vise. He was being squeezed and heated by her pussy in a way no other woman had ever shown him.

"You're a demon, that's what you are," he told her.

"Why? Because I'm so willing to spread my lovely legs for you?"

"Nope. You learned too damn quick to have been a virgin. Maybe you'd had a cherry transplant. Those doctors are transplanting everything these days. God, the way you're clamped all down on me!"

"And maybe you've had a prick transplant. I didn't think cocks grew as big as yours."

"Your tender cultivation did it. Hell, you could give a bronze statue a hard-on, Ginnie!"

She wiggled her ass just enough to twist around his cock. He groaned and almost drowned. He had simply leaned back, letting the water support his weight. Her sudden movement had pushed him under.

"That'll teach you!" she cried.

But she was busy paddling to stay on tap of the water. Although it wasn't deep, the water gave her a feeling of total freedom. She was cast off from the bonds of gravity. There was nothing more she could ask for in the entire world than what she had.

No weight and a rigid, steely hard prick rammed all the way up her twat.

"Did you become a geology professor because of that prick of yours?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's like stone. So stiff but alive. The way it quivers and jerks in me is driving me wild with lust. I don't know if I can take much more of it without coming."

"So go on," he told the girl. "Do whatever turns you on the most. Fucking covers a hell of a lot of territory."

He was almost sorry he told her to use her imagination. She let her legs drift up and then she started paddling around in circles. She was literally screwing herself. While he was stationary in the water, she pushed herself in circles, the center being his prick shoved all the way up her cunt.

The friction on his cock warmed him. His balls began boiling and lurching in their hairy sac. He knew she was working her magic on him again. Her innocence, her naive approach to fucking, were turn-ons for him. Also, knowing this was excitingly new and different for her added to his own thrill.

A virgin. Who would have ever expected it in a college girl these days? They fucked anything that moved he ought to know. A hell of a lot had fucked their way to A's in his class.

"This is fun!" she cried. "And I love the way your cock is shaking inside my twat. Am I exciting you a lot?"

"A whole lot," he assured her. "You're burning my cock off with that water acrobatics deal of yours. Where did you see that?"

"I didn't. It just came to me. I'm a natural talent at fucking, maybe."

And she was beginning to think she was. From the very, first, she'd seemed to know what to do. Her every move had added to her own excitement and she hadn't heard any complaints from the man, either. She was giving as well as receiving.

"Let's really get it on. I want to feel your cock really drilling deep into my cunt."

He was filling her to overflowing. Her body was beginning to ache with need. The hollow feeling had fled when she vee'd herself around his body and took his cock all the way up her cunt. But it had been replaced with a different feeling.

Hunger.

She was sexually hungry for a good fucking. The first she'd gotten was like an appetizer. Now she wanted the main, course. She didn't know if she was going too far, too fast or not. She'd sucked him hard and then he'd eaten her out.

It'd felt so good having his tongue driving deep all the way up her cunt!

But the fucking! That had been worth any of the pain she'd felt. The tiny trickle of blood from her popped cherry hadn't lasted long. Her own cunt juices had washed it away quickly. The feel of that prick reaming her out was what she was after again, though.

Pleasure! Sheer pleasure! That was where it was at. That was all she lived for now! How had she missed out on this joy for so long!

She damned her parents as she settled her legs on both sides of the man's body again. Holding him in the scissors hold was good enough for the moment. His cock was firmly lodged in her pussy. That was where it belonged.

The girl didn't want it out in the cold water too much. She remembered what had happened before. Having it go limp on her would be humiliating.

Almost a defeat. She'd keep him hard and willing to fuck her silly!

"Come on, Joe. Fuck me good."

"Let me get my feet braced on the rock. I need a little leverage to do this tight."

She felt his body moving, then stop. When he began a gentle rocking motion, she rode with it. The water lapped around her tits making them float and bounce. Then she realized he was pulling out of her cunt as she drifted upwards.

When the water released its hold on her and she went back down into the tough created, his prick reentered her cunt.

He was using the wave motion to give her a nice, gentle screwing. It was so gentle she was barely aware of the effect it was having on her until she realized how great the sexual tension in her belly was.

Her tits were being stimulated. The water was caressing them, making the nipples feel even harder and more aroused than ever. The motion of the cool water across her snatch was also giving her subtle stimulation. It tickled and fondled her cuntlips. Even washing through the tangled jungle of her pussy mound was a tiny jolt of joy.

The thick spike of his cock slowly entering and leaving her twat lit fires she thought were still slumbering. The embers of her first fucking came back to life. Gently touching her own walls, his prick was stoking the flames of her lust.

She gasped every time he shot all the way up into her cunt. Her juices billowed out into the water, swept away. The normal lubrication she had come to expect was gone. His cock was rubbing her raw. But the friction was so intense she couldn't really complain. That seemed to be the thing that got her most excited.

She hurriedly changed her mind when he brushed across her clit with his fingertips. That was her trigger. He was playing her like a stringed instrument. She was as taut as a string waiting to be plucked.

"Do it to me! Do it tome good!"

"Do what?" He wanted her to voice the words she found so titillating. He wanted to hear her innocent lips forming those forbidden words.

"I want you to fuck me, damn you! I want to feel that Goddamn prick of yours all the way up my tight little cunt!"

She was gasping as she said the words. A tight fist clutched fiercely on her chest, squeezing the breath from her lungs. She came. Her entire body convulsed and lifted her upwards out of the water.

And when she smashed back down into the water, a steely hard prick shot all the way into her cunt. Her orgasm was prolonged until she thought she was going to lose her mind. The world spun crazily around her. She couldn't focus her eyes. Her tits heaved up and down, bobbing wildly.

And then she was tired. Exhausted. Completely drained emotionally.

The man was still avidly fucking her, though. His prick was stiff and quivering in lust. The thought that she could make a man go to such lengths got her hot all over again.

"Keep fucking," she begged. "I love it! I can't live without that sweet prick of yours screwing me deep up the pussy!"

Just as he rammed himself balls deep up her twat, he slipped. Clutching wildly, he grabbed a handful of titflesh. But that wasn't enough to let him keep his balance. He went rolling over in the water, taking her with him.

They both came up, sputtering and laughing.

"I didn't expect that," he said.

"And I didn't expect you to give up. Fuck me, damn you, and do it quick!"

"Bitch!"

"Yes. Now fuck me!"