"So don't chop at the ball like that. Make it a smooth stroke like this." Cat showed Susan what she meant. "Make it just like you'd want a guy stuffing his cock into you."
"What?"
"Make each stroke just like you'd want a guy fucking you. Nothing short and choppy. Long and smooth and powerful. And right on target. It wouldn't be any good if the guy missed your sweet little cunt, would it?"
"No, I don't guess so."
"So you want to pretend you're making love with the cue ball. And this is your prick." She tapped the pool cue on the side of the table. "You stroke easily and all the balls dance around just right."
"Okay. Let me try it."
Cat made a face. But she had to admit Susan was improving. There probably weren't a half-dozen regular customers who could beat her now.
And those were regular guys. None of the kinky stuff. Cat sighed when she thought about the guy in black.
She wished she could have gotten him instead of Susan. It had been a long time since a guy had really made her feel like a total woman. And that rough stuff was what she liked every now and then. Don was almost too much of a gentleman to rough her up like she needed.
On impulse, Cat asked, "You know why the pool table's green, don't you?"
"Huh? No. I never thought about it."
"You'd be green too if you had your balls knocked around with a stick."
Susan laughed, then said, "I thought maybe it had something to do with having eight complete sets in one tiny pocket."
"You're ready to go out and meet the public. I can tell. But, say, what happens if a guy does beat you? I mean at pool?"
Susan swallowed and thought about the man in black silk. She wouldn't want to repeat that scene – ever. But what about just some straight fucking? What would she do if she lost? Would she mind sucking a guy off? Would she care if they did fuck?
"I guess it's sort of like riding a horse. Get thrown, climb back on again as soon as you can."
"Never having ridden a horse, I don't know. Well…" she paused. "I take that back. Fucking Don is a lot like riding a stallion. The cock that man's got is simply fantastic!"
"Cat! You're making me jealous," Susan teased. But she was thinking. Cat had been around. She had seen the best and still she bragged on Don a lot. Susan could tell it wasn't simply because he was her father. Cat meant what she said.
What would it be like being screwed by her father? The idea sent little tremors up and down her spine. She felt both icy and hot at the thought.
But it was simply too kinky for her to consider for too long.
And yet…
"Hey, honey, take a look at that one." Cat pointed to a guy walking in the door. He looked like Robert Redford.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" came the exclamation from the far corner of the room. The others girls had seen him, too. Susan bet they were matching coins to see who would get to play him. And she'd lay odds whoever played him would be exceptionally lousy – at pool – that day.
She turned and quietly said, "I want in on this, too." She didn't see Cat's smile. The woman was happy the girl was willing to be ridden again.
Half a dozen coins flipped in the air. All but Susan and Cyndi were out.
They flipped their coins again and Susan said, "You call it. I always lose when I call it."
"Okay, Sue. I should let you call it, then, but…" Cyndi's tongue made a quick circuit around her lips as she eyed the man who was idly checking out the pool cues hanging in the rack on the wall. "Even."
Sue was triumphant. "Odd! I win. See you all-later!"
She heard Cyndi mumble, "Lucky bitch! Me, I got that geek again. Every day he comes in here. What's it been, Cat, eighteen months of losing now? Christ!"
Susan quickly went to the man and said, her voice low and sexy, "You know there are a couple different types of game you can play around here."
"I heard." His eyes worked up and down her body. It was obvious he liked what he saw. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills thick enough to choke a cow. They were all fifties. "I'm not that good a player, but I'm persistent."
"Choose your weapon, mister," Susan said, pointing to the rack on the wall. She watched as he pulled down an 18-ounce cue, expertly rolled it on the table, then carefully chalked it up. He didn't over chalk like an amateur would. Susan knew he wasn't anywhere near as bad as he hinted.
And he wasn't.
She beat him the first game by only five balls. And it was sheer luck.
Almost afraid he would leave, she started to speak.
She was cut off by the man. "Here's another five bucks. You're damn good."
"I'll just bet you are, too," she said with meaning. Their eyes locked, then she broke for the next game.
It was close, also, but he managed to beat her by one ball.
Susan looked at the score, 150-149, and said, "I hope you're better than just one ball -elsewhere."
He smiled and told her "There's one way of finding out."
She inclined her head toward the stairs and led the way. She gave her rump an extra-special wiggle as she went to make sure he was hot by the time they reached the room. She needn't have bothered. He was about ready to cream in his pants.
"Well," she said, turning to face him. "How do you want it?"
"Spread wide!"
And he grabbed her. She started to resist, thinking of the man in black.
Then she melted in his arms. The man kissed her deep and long. She felt herself responding. And then all thought of the silk-clad man was erased from her mind.
She was living for the moment. She was living for the man who was so passionately kissing her, drowning her with kisses, kissing her entire face.
Her hands roved up and down his broad back. She felt the muscles ripple as he pulled her powerfully to him. She clutched at his shoulders and tried to crush her body into his. She felt the growing bulge between his legs. There could be no doubt his cock was standing stiffly at attention. And that it was painfully imprisoned. Pushing away, she said,
"Let me."
She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly. His cock snapped out like the blade of a switchblade knife. She licked her lips at the tasty sight in front of her face.
Then she stuffed the prick into her mouth. Her tongue raced around the rim of his dick. He moaned and laced his fingers in her hair. He began guiding her head back and forth in the motion he liked best on his prick. He managed to face-fuck her with all the passion she was able to handle.
She felt his cock slipping back and forth between her ruby lips like a piston in a slot. She knew that she could control him if she wanted. But the sensual feel of his cock between her lips was too much for her to want to give up.
Letting the cock slip and slide back and forth between her pursed lips, she began using her tongue on the underside. He groaned with pleasure as she found the triangular flap of skin just under the head of his dong.
His dick was pulsing with joy now. Every time her tongue laved along the length, it bucked and jerked with renewed lust.
She used her teeth on the sides of his cock to stimulate him to the utmost. His ass began to shake and quiver under her hands. She knew he was getting really worked up over the mouth love she was giving him.
Sucking his dick into her mouth, her cheeks went concave under the vacuum.
There was no escape for the man's cock. She held him too firmly in too many ways. Her teeth ran lightly along the sides of his pecker. That alone sent tingly flutters of delight into his balls. But she didn't think of stopping there. Her tongue roughly surged back and forth along the most sensitive area of his cock.
Still she kept up her suction on his tool. She made sure he never wanted to leave. Besides, she loved the taste of the male organ in her mouth.
The slick secretion from his dick aroused all her animal instincts. She became an animal in rut. She wanted nothing but cock – his cock. In her mouth, in her cunt, in her asshole, it didn't matter.
She wanted prick.
He pulled back and gasped out. "To the bed! I want… oh, shit, you know what I want!"
And she did. She wanted it as badly as he did. She wanted to feel his lusty cock ramming in and out of her gooey cunt. But to give up this meaty treat wasn't exactly to her liking. She couldn't have her cock and eat it, too.
Deciding wasn't easy, but when he reached down and lifted her up, she knew then that she wanted her cunt stuffed full of throbbing prick. She could always find something to put into her mouth. Anything would do.
But there was nothing like a hard, long pecker going up her twat to give her that complete-woman feeling she loved so.
She wanted to be fucked.
"Yes, yes! Fuck me! Now!"
He lifted her and dumped her on the bed. The springs squeaked and she rocked back and forth, taking the shock of landing across her shoulders.
She raised her legs and peered at him through the erotic gun sight of her legs. There was no doubt left in his mind how much she desired him.
The tiny spot on her crotch was spreading rapidly. Her cunt was oozing out a continual flow of juices-and all for him!
"You're gorgeous! And that was the best game of pool I ever played if I won you!"
"Shut up," she told him. "Come aver here and let me play with your balls."
"Just don't knock 'em around like you did on the table!"
"Don't worry. They're precious to me. And that prick of yours! I want it so bad I can taste it!"
"You have," he assured her, "You have!"
And then there was no more time for talking. They were too busy doing other things. Their mouths met and melted together. Their tongues began wiling over and over like two planes in a dogfight – but it was an erotic battle that they both won.
When he started working his mouth back along the line of the teenager's jaw, they were both breathing hard. Her tits felt like they were going to pop at any instant. She was certain he was stringing her out like this just to be cruel. But she loved it so! The feelings running wild in her body were just the medicine she needed.
When he got back to her ear, she felt a soft shudder go through her body. His tongue was ramming cock-hard into her ear. And his hot breath was sensitizing an already sensitive portion of her body. He'd found an erogenous zone that really made her wild with lust.
Her body began bucking and hunching up, finding nothing.
That would quickly remedied. Hands flew over her body, stripping useless clothing, fondling tits, stroking the slightly domed belly. And when his hands moved down into the tangled jungle of her bush, she came.
The sensations had been building up in her body too long. Sucking his cock had been a turn-on. When he was nibbling at her ear, she knew it would take a major effort on her part not to come. And finally, his hands all over her tits and crotch, that was it.
When the grip of orgasm released her, she felt something new and wonderfully different.
At the gates to her twat was poised the blunt-nosed cock. He pressed forward gently. The bloated cunt lips parted under the pressure. And then the entire head of his huge pecker was inside her. He was pushing and shoving his cock across every single nerve in her cunt.
And it was sheer heaven.
She wasn't going to be able to stand much of this. She felt the grip of climax tightening around her body again.
Then there was a quick surge and he was buried balls deep up her cunt.
There was nothing she could do but climax. Her hips lifted off the bed as she rammed her body toward his groin. She tried to take as much of his cock into her body as possible.
Her convulsing cunt clamped down hard on his rigid length. He moaned out and then rode her until she was back on the bed, sweating and ready for more.
"Damn, but you're a hot one. Doesn't take much to get you off, does it?"
"Only a great big cock stuffed up my cunt!" she cried. "Now, damn you, fuck me good!"
And he did.
His body began a slow, sensual movement. It drove her to a fever pitch of ecstasy. The sensations built more slowly in her body this time. The banked fires of her lust were awakened one more time. He stoked the embers buried so far up her frothy twat with his cock until she was thrashing about on the bed, held captive under his muscular body.
She tried to lift off the bed once more. This time, she found her tits mashing hard against his broad, powerful chest. The tiny, hard points of her nipples tried to poke holes in his hairy chest. But most of all, she wanted her cunt to be completely impaled by his cock.
Wrapping her legs around his waist helped. She was able to pull him even farther into her pussy. Her hands clawed at his naked back. Neither noticed the bloody tacks left by her fingernails. Their passion was too great, there was something more engrossing going on between their legs.
His cock was buried balls deep in her twat. And still she wanted more from him. Her legs squeezed tightly around his body. Her hands pulled him down into her. And his own muscular hips tried to drill his dick even deeper in the soft sheath of her pussy.
"Yes, ohhh, unnnggghhh!"
She came again.
As her tight grip around his waist lessened, he managed to pull out.
With only the head of his cock left inside her pussy lips, he paused for a moment. He knew how tight and clinging that velvet-hung cunt was.
He rammed forward with all the strength of his body. He was aided in his entry by her legs tightening down on his ass once more. Their bodies slammed together with a noisy squish as his cock surged through the liquid fire of her juicy quim.
He ground his hips into her crotch. His cock reamed her out good. Their bodies were locked together in the most intimate embrace possible. And he wasn't about to let up now. He pulled out, then fucked powerfully into her cunt again. And again. And again.
He had begun slowly to build her passions. The tiny fire left after her last orgasm was now beginning to burn once more. He stoked it hard with his stiff prick. He was bringing life back into her temporarily exhausted body. He was pushing her to the brink of orgasm one more time.
"Here it comes!" he bellowed as he forcefully rammed into her.
The lewd smacking noise as his cock raced up her well-greased cunt turned him on as much as anything else. Having such a sexy chick hanging around his neck, clutching down firmly on his dong with a virgin-tight pussy, all that was a turn-on. But the sounds of their bodies coming together in the ultimate human act of pleasure turned him into an insatiable animal. He had to possess her totally.
The teenager's cunt was burning with desire. She could almost feel the smoke coming out of her manhole as he reamed her out. There was suddenly no holding back. She came, crying, sobbing, clutching, clinging.
The way her cunt convulsively clamped down on his buried cock was all it took to bring him off. His rocks exploded with lusty force. His jism whitewashed the walls of her cunt. Spurt after spurt of cum blasted deep into her body.
Then he was lying on top of her, breathing hard, the sweat running off his body in rivers.
"God, but you're good. You're even better in bed than you are as a pool player," he gasped.
"You're no slouch yourself, guy. Hey, it's still stiff. Don't stop until you go entirely limp."
"Damn! I am still hard. You do great things for me, doll."
He started ramming his semi-rigid cock back and forth in the hole filled with his jism and her cunt juice. To his surprise, her hips began to lift off the bed in reaction to his deep fucking.
Instead of going absolutely limp, he felt his cock hardening into a workable fucking tool again. He couldn't believe it, but he wasn't going to worry about it.
He began fucking her with all the force left in his tired body. When she came again, he was totally worn out. His cock dribbled out of her tight little hole amid a white flow of cum and cunt juice. This time, there was no doubt his dong was sleeping and would remain that way for some time. He felt so exhausted, he couldn't believe it.
Exhausted and happy.
"You're really something, you know?" she said, her fingers twining back and forth in the hair on his chest.
She loved the feel of his body moving against hers. The way his hairy chest had stimulated her tits was too much to begin to describe. Each and every fiber seemed to send a new and different message of delight into her chest.
And when he was grinding his crotch into hers, his cock shoved all the way up her twat, that was pure heaven. She hadn't made any mistake in wanting to go to bed with this stud. He was dynamite!
"I gotta split now," he said.
"That's all right. I'll split for you any time." To emphasize her point, she opened her legs wide for him so that he could see her snatch. She almost laughed when she saw his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. But his cock remained asleep between his legs.
"I really gotta go. Dammit!" he added with feeling.
Susan lay on the bed for some time after he'd left, feeling good. She had that glow felt by a well-fucked woman. She was feeling like life wasn't so bad after all.
And her father's pool hall was going to be a hell of a lot nicer than any Caribbean cruise ever could have been!