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It hadn't been that long since they'd finished their lovemaking. To get another boner so fast was something of a record for him. And Susan loved the thought of him ramming his prong into her cunt. It was the reason she was struggling so to get him up one more time.

Her asshole was well fucked. Now she wanted a repeat – this time in the yearning cavity between her legs.

"Look at that!" she enthused. "This is going to be pretty and long and hard in another couple minutes."

"I don't know how you do it. I'm not a one-shot man, no way. But I never got it back this quick. You're a hot bush, Sue. A really foxy chick. I bet we could make it all night long!"

"Want to try?"

"Let's just try for the afternoon. I want something to look forward to later on."

Joe had completely forgotten his worry about screwing a sixteen-year-old girl whose father just happened to own the building they were so busy getting ready to fuck in.

And who could blame him? Susan had his balls cupped in the palm of her hand. She was gently massaging and soothing the flesh of his cock. And like magic, it was rising straight up in the air.

Like a soldier scaling a wall, she was all over him. Joe was carried back and found himself lying on the bed, Susan straddling his waist. She was still stroking his swelling hard-on. The girl wasn't going to let that get away from her.

Joe laughed. "This is the first time I ever been raped. You gonna do a good job of it? Or will I have to complain to the management?"

"I'll do a good job, big boy. As long as you keep it long."

His cock was standing rigid now. Her fingers felt warm flesh underneath.

The loose skin was vanishing as her manipulations made him more and more aware of his own desires and lust.

She soon had a completely stiff prick in her hand. She began working her hand up and down the entire length. Rewarded by moans from the man's throat, she moved her fingers more rapidly. She was beating him off in the best possible way.

The cock began jerking and dancing around. She realized this was what she was really after. Her cunt felt empty and neglected. It needed to be filled. But not yet.

Her hands left his cock and began to roam over his body. His flat belly was muscled with thick slabs of hard flesh. And the thick mat of hair on his chest excited her. She felt her cunt begin to water as she laced her fingers in the man's hair.

His little nipples seemed to throb under her touch. She lightly pulled at the hair, pressed into his nipples, then said, "Those seem like such a waste. Tits on a bull."

"They break up the blankness. Now, damn it, get on with it. I can feel my balls beginning to boil. If you keep talking, I'm going to come all over you. We wouldn't want that, would we?"

"No, we wouldn't," she agreed.

She leaned forward and kissed him. Their mouths worked feverishly against each other. Their lips strained to crush the other's. Then their tongues began darting back and forth in an erotic hide and seek. She felt a tremor pass through the man's body. He was beginning to really get hot for her.

And she wanted him strung out all the way. He'd blown his wad just a few minutes before. Getting a hard-on again was possible but there wouldn't be all that much locked up in his nuts. If she brought him off again so soon, it could be painful for him.

She had to give his balls time enough to accumulate a new load of jism.

All this flashed through her mind in a split second, then she was too busy working with her mouth to care about anything else. His tongue smashed hard into hers. As the rough, pink tongues caressed each other, she felt a new dimension being added to their lovemaking.

Hands clamped firmly on her boobs. She knew he was expert in manipulating them when the lightest touch sent icy chills through her chest and hot spines up and down her back. He gripped the base of her jugs. From there, he moved carefully up until he came to the coppery area just around the nipples.

His thumbs and forefingers squeezed down. She let out a little yelp of joy. This was where it was at!

She could let him fondle her jugs all day long!

When he pressed the tits firmly together, she knew he was just trying to remold them to suit himself. It didn't matter to her. The slow warmth shooting down into her chest was expanding like ripples in a pool. Her entire body was beginning to respond to his manipulations.

And that meant her cunt, too.

She had to have cock thrust all the way up her twat. The hungering slit begged for dick. There was nothing else it would accept. If it didn't get it soon, she would surely go mad.

Reaching down, she found the long pole of his cock. Her fingers moved relentlessly up and down his cock until she was certain it was hard and stiff. It had grown into a full-fledged fucking-stick. There was no question in her mind this was exactly what she needed.

Lifting her body slightly, legs spread wide, her cunt gaped. She moved the prick around like the stick shift on a car. It was slowly pulled upright and directly under her yawning cavity. She relaxed her muscles a little and lowered around the prick.

He grunted as her flaming pussy lips touched the very tip of his glans.

She had to agree. That light touch was almost enough to set off her own orgasm. Rut there was more waiting. There had to be. This was just the start. And she wouldn't finish until she had fucked herself good on his nine-inch prong.

Wiggling her hips from side to side in a sensuous motion, she screwed herself down around his dong. The plum-tipped prod pushed through her hot cunt lips. She felt as if millions of tiny needles had been thrust into her cunt. Her insides churned and came alive.

She lowered her body a little move. A full inch of cock was inside her hot little box now. She rejoiced in the way his dick completely filled her. It rubbed against the walls of her twat, stroked hard against the delicately scalloped inner cunt lips, stimulated all the nerves.

She kept twisting from side to side. She knew what he was reeling. He had to be thinking she was trying to rip his cock out by the roots. At any rate, that's the way it felt to her. And she wanted nothing more than to have his prick all to herself!

She kept up the screwing motion as she lowered still another inch. She gasped when it felt as if his cock had stuck. Her juices were fully lubricating her twat now. She couldn't understand what had happened. She wiggled and bent forward slightly. Then she gasped as his prick slid all the way up her cunt.

The position she was letting it slip into her cunt had bent his mighty prick just enough to prevent its full entry. Leaning forward gave it a more normal entry angle. And it slid all the way home.

She felt her pussy fur mingling with his bush. Their crotches were firmly touching. She sighed as a tremor quaked through her. Tits jiggling slightly, the girl began to wiggle her hips back and forth. The motion of the cock far inside her cunt set off a chain reaction that promised to lead to an atomic blast of climax.

Every single inch of her slimy cunt was being stroked by the long cock.

That nine-inch pleasure stick was giving her the maximum enjoyment. And it would give more, lots more!

She placed her hands on the muscled slabs of his stomach and began moving up his rod. It slipped out of her juicy quim like a sword from a sheath. There wasn't any need to hurry. She made the exit as slow as she'd tried to make the original entrance.

His belly was quivering under her hands. As long as he lay back and did nothing, he could control himself. She knew how aroused he was by now.

His cock told her everything. She could feel the steady pulsating of his cock trapped inside her twat. And his breathing was becoming more and more hurried, but still nothing he couldn't handle.