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The teenager moaned slightly as she felt his mouth crush down on hers.

But she was the one whose tongue leaped out and into his mouth. There, the two tongues rolled over and over, erotically twining together.

Every time she thrust her tongue out, she would wiggle her hips from side to side. The way her cunt felt, she thought she might have let a white-hot poker up her pussy.

Acid seared at her nerves. Her entire body shivered with the delight of being plugged full of cock. There was no doubt he came close to entirely filling her up. She was deeper than he was long, but it didn't seem by much.

His dancing cock stretched and pulled at her cunt walls. Each movement pulled her in a new and wonderfully different direction.

She broke off the deep kiss and muttered in his ear, "I need more! I have to have more!"

His hands reached down and caressed her slender waist. Then his hands were lifting her up. She felt the cock slipping from her twat. She squeezed down, trying to grip it inside her with her stomach muscles.

The juice lubricated her twat too well.

As the cock sprang free of her twat, there was an obscenely loud smacking noise. The very sound seemed to stir up her passions even more.

She had to have that cock back inside her, fucking hard, driving deep, striving to split her apart all the way to the chin.

She reached between her slender thighs and grabbed the greasy fuck stick. She maneuvered it back under her body, then moaned, "Down! Lemme down on it! I want your cock, damn it! Oh, shit!"

She shuddered as the entire length of it drove deep into her cunt.

Leaning back, she discovered she could make the cock stir around in her guts. She wanted nothing more than to have all that cock to herself. She was fucking herself by stimulating deeply hidden nerve endings she hadn't guessed existed before.

"How is it, babe?" he mumbled.

"Good, oh, damn, it's so good!"

"Your old man seems to be doing pretty well for himself."

The teenager twisted around, feeling the cock turning in her quim. She could just barely see the other couple on the bed. Her father was really getting it on. His ass was moving so fast it blurred in her vision. She imagined what it was like having his cock driving into her body again.

She instinctively spread her legs a little wider. She fantasized that it was her father's prick inside her now. Not some other guy's but her father's. He had fucked her perfectly. He had done everything just right to get her the largest orgasm she'd ever had.

She wanted more. She was getting greedy.

Spinning back and forth on the impaling spike of cock, she tried to get it thrust even farther up her. Failing this, she lifted her hips off the cock. It slid easily out of her twat. Then she smashed down, taking the cock up her so hard the man groaned.

She didn't care. She repeated this self-fucking over and over, oblivious to the fact she might be breaking his balls. When the cock twitched and began to buck in her cunt, she knew he was approaching the point where his prick would spew out its creamy load of cum. It was too soon. She wanted more – lots more.

Poised so that just the head of the man's cock remained in her pussy lips, she began licking back along his jaw until she came to his ear.

Her self-fucking had momentarily stopped. The hollowness in her cunt begged her to continue. But she knew the man wouldn't be able to control himself unless she cooled it for a moment or two.

She found his ear and immediately sent her tongue stabbing into it. The man's entire body quivered in response. She began to gently nibble at the earlobe. Sucking the tender flesh into her mouth, she used her tongue on it. The girl was ruthless. She wasn't going to let him go free until he was able to give her the full measure of pleasure she now demanded from all her men.

Her standards had gone way up since fucking her father. She had seen what it was like to be fucked by the best. Nothing less would do now.

She hoped she wasn't becoming too demanding.

It was apparent that the man's control was returning. Reaching down with one hand, she found the furry little sac containing his balls. The heavy cream inside was still churning, but it didn't seem to be out of control now. He could hold it back.

She dropped on his prick once more. It seemed to catch for a brief instant just inside her twat. A quick wiggle of the hips and the cock easily slipped all the way up into her cunt. She sighed as the rod reamed her out.

Nine inches.

Nine inches of incredible delight.

She loved it. She had to have even more of his prick. Her hips corkscrewed up and down that lovely length of prick. She was panting, gasping, her tits heaving up and down in reaction to having that dong shoved into her so hard and fast.

His hands stroked and moved along her waist, gripped at her ass, occasionally touched her pussy lips.

In his ear, she whispered, "Press down. There! Oh, oh yessss!"

He was squeezing down on her labia now as his pole rared in and out of her twat. The compression on the pussy lips gave an added dimension to the balling. It felt as if his dick were ten times larger than it really was.

And his fingers moved carefully over her go button. The clit was coated with her slimy cunt juices. As he pushed down with his thumb, the tiny spire would slip free and spring erect. The lightest touch gave her the sensation of an icy spike driven deep into her body.

She couldn't control her hips any longer. She fucked herself with complete abandon. No longer caring if the man could keep his balls under control or not, she drove for the most pleasure she could get. The cock drilled hard into her juicy quim. She twisted and turned and moaned and came with the power of an exploding atom bomb.

She rocked back and forth. Her fingers clawed at his bare shoulders. But he wasn't aware of any pain. His overtaxed balls had blown. He was jetting his spunk into her with the power of a firehose.

They sat there, facing each other, locked together cunt to cock, and experienced the ultimate in human pleasure.

Sweaty, shaking in reaction, Joe finally said, "That was super, babe. I never came like that before. You're just too much."

She was gasping for breath. Leaning onto his shoulder, she regained a bit of her composure. The sweat was running down her body in rivers. She hadn't realized how much effort she was putting out.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw her father still fucking Cat cross-eyed. Both of them seemed tireless. She wondered if he could screw all night. It would be something to find out. His cock was so cunt filling. It made her feel so – different.

She couldn't describe it. While it wasn't any nine-incher like Joe's, her father's prick was much more educated. It knew all the right things to do, all the right places to touch, every nerve to stimulate to the maximum.

Joe was a stud. But he wasn't anywhere near as good as her father. She found herself wanting Don again – and envying Cat.

"Hey, you still there?" Joe asked, shaking her.

"Yeah, still here. Just resting." She wiggled her hips back and forth and felt the slowly stiffening prick in her cunt again. "Ready one more time?"

"Sure!" he said.

And they started fucking again. But it wasn't her father doing the honors. The entire time she was wrapped around Joe's cock, she was fantasizing it was her father fucking her.

As she came, she vowed it would be her father next time. Joe was good, sure. But he wasn't her father. Not by a long shot.

And she wanted only the best from now on. She'd gotten to be a really greedy bitch. Susan just hoped that Cat would understand – and share.