"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.
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.
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.
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