It was nearly midnight when Sue Robin and Mary Beth met again in their room. Both were quite high on booze and on their highly satisfying sexual exploits, and neither felt modest restraints when it came to telling each other what they'd been doing. Sue Robin sprawled across her bed on her tummy, stripped down to a pair of bikini panties. Mary Beth was happily naked, half sitting on her bed and propped up on pillows while she toyed with a nightcap screwdriver she'd brought up from the bar. She waited patiently while Sue Robin gave her all the ins and outs of her first asshole fucking.
"It was wild, honey, absolutely wild. I'd always wanted to try it, but – you know – I was afraid it would hurt something awful, at least the first time."
"I've still got that goodie to look forward to," Mary Beth drawled. "But not much else. Y'wanna know who I made it with tonight?"
"Who?"
"Shawnee Harrigan!"
Sue Robin stared. "You mean the rock singer? The half-breed?"
Mary Beth beamed. "That's the stud. Only, frankly, I was a little disappointed after a while. Oh, it was exciting enough at first. You know, getting balled by the great super cock."
"Was it really that big?"
"No. He was just average size – as far as I know – my experience has been limited to two men so far. His dick wasn't as big as Bobby Lee's. But he was real good – until he pooped out on me. I was all set to stay with him all night. But just imagine, Sue Robin, making it with Shawnee! Wow! Now every time I play his records, I'll probably come all over the place."
Through her boozy haze Sue Robin felt some signals of hokey. Shawnee Harrigan was in England, on tour. She'd seen him on a TV news report just the night before, being greeted by a screeching bunch of groupies at the airport in London. But the exalted look on her sister-in-law's face stilled her tongue. If the girl believed she had been screwed by the big man of macho, let her stay happy. It all added up to a cure for what had ailed her before. She grinned to herself. Ol' Buz was going to be in for one helluva surprise when he got home.
They fell asleep, still talking.
Sue Robin awoke first the next morning. Feeling a bit wobbly and with a slight headache, she got into her swimsuit and went out for a refreshing dip in the ocean.
When she got back she felt much better. Mary Beth was still asleep. Worn to a frazzle by all this unaccustomed fucking, Sue Robin mused. Let her sleep.
She showered and got into some shorts and a swimsuit bra and slipped on a pair of sandals, and went downstairs for breakfast. The coffee shop was surprisingly full, but she found a booth just being cleared, and slid into the seat.
"Orange juice and coffee right away, please," she told the waitress. "I'll order when you get back."
The coffee was hot and fragrant, and she sipped it gratefully. After the waitress had taken her order and departed, she looked around at the other booths and tables, nodded and smiled at some fellow Alligators, then turned her attention back to her coffee.
"I tell you, man, she was outta sight!"
The man's voice was low but clear and it came from the booth just behind her. The partition between the two booths was too high for her to see over.
Whoever was sitting across the table from the unseen speaker said something, low and indistinguishable.
"No, it wasn't hard at all," the first speaker came through clear again. "I tell you, Pete, these dumb Rebel broads are so slow you can fuck 'em before they can say no. Then once they get onto the old greased pole, they go ape. Just slide up and down, up and clown."
The other man – Pete – said something else that Sue Robin couldn't make out. Then the first one came on again. "Yeah, her name was Mary Beth." He drawled it in a poor imitation of Mary Beth's speech. "She wasn't any expert, but that broad was sure willing to learn." His voice became more arrogant. "I had her begging for more – crawling after it, man. She was jumping through hoops."
Sue Robin smiled wryly. That wasn't quite the impression she'd received from her sister-in-law's account of the little affair. This guy needed to be taught a lesson.
"Yeah," the man said, "these dumb Rebels take my word for it that I'm Shawnee. How stupid can you get, man?"
Sue Robin ate her breakfast, and when she heard the men leave the booth behind her, she peered cautiously around to see where they went. They were going out on the patio, a wide tiled expanse on one side of the hotel, unroofed, but with tables topped by gaily-colored beach umbrellas.
"Give me another cup of coffee," she told the waitress when the latter brought her bill. "Put it in a thermal cup; I'm taking it outside."
Cup in hand, Sue Robin sauntered casually out the door onto the patio, swinging her wide hips tantalizingly from side to side and shoving her boobs out into even more prominence. She sighted the two men at once, seated near the far edge of the patio. Even more slowly, she strolled beneath the high-raised beach umbrella. When she came quite near, she paused and looked out toward the beach as if she were searching for someone.
"I decleah," she murmured in an exaggerated drawl.
"Mawnin', ma'am," the stud who called himself Shawnee greeted her. "Right nice day, ain't it?"
"Well, good mawnin' to you," she said, turning and smiling. "My, but you look familiar." She wrinkled her brow as if in deep thought. "Now let me see, are you that cousin of Hazel Jean Etheridge's, the one who lives up in Atlanta?"
The long-haired one suppressed a grin and shook his head solemnly. "No, I reckon I ain't that'un. Why don't you set your little ol' self down here and we can really get acquainted. Pete, you go see about some more coffee for us. Or maybe you'd like a little eye-opener. What'd you say your name was?"
"I'm Bonnie Jo," she replied sweetly. "It's mighty early, now isn't it, for a strong drink?"
"Getting nigh onto noon," the other said. "Go on, Pete, get some Bloody Marys for us. Nothing like a good eye-opener, my ol' pa used to say."
Pete quickly disappeared and Sue Robin sat down. She turned a bemused look on Shawnee. "I still think I ought to know you. You just look so familiar."
"Well," he smirked, "maybe we can get familiar together. Axe you staying at the hotel, Bonnie Jo?"
"Till tomorrow," she said, giving him her most naive smile. "You?"
"Same," he replied.
A waiter came out with two Bloody Marys on a tray. Pete had made himself scarce.
"Here's to familiarity," said Shawnee, lifting his glass.
"Oh, hush, you're haughty!" she giggled, fluttering her lashes at him. She tipped her glass, meanwhile giving him the full treatment of her blue, wide-spaced eyes over the rim.
His own dark eyes slitted as they dropped to her breasts, straining like heavy melons at the narrow bikini bra, and unconsciously he licked his lips. After a moment she pushed her chair back and crossed her legs, giving him a large view of her belly button and her naked thighs bulging out of the abbreviated shorts.
"If you're not from Atlanta, where are you from?" she asked, still keeping to the exaggerated honey-dripping drawl.
"Oh, I'll tell you after a while. Enjoy your drink."
"A mystery man, eh? Dark, handsome and dangerous. Right?"
"Right on, baby." He dropped the fake accent. "So you want to know my name, eh?"
"I feel like I ought to know you," she repeated, smiling archly.
"My identification is up in my room," he said, staring boldly into her eyes.
This guy's got balls, all right, she thought, keeping the dumb smile on her face.
"What sort of identification?" she asked, widening her eyes at him.
A gleam of triumph lighted his narrowed eyes momentarily. The expression was not lost on Sue Robin.
"Something to show you who I am, Bonnie Jo."
"I declare!" she exclaimed. "You've just got me plumb confused."
"You come on along with me and we'll soon unconfuse you." He stood up confidently, his thumbs hooked into the wide leather belt of his low-slung Levi's.
"If you say so." She got up, and in her flat sandals she stood eye to eye with him. Little squirt, she thought, I could break your back. Maybe I will. But she smiled sweetly and stepped beside him as if she were about to take his arm.
She didn't take his arm, but she brushed close enough to him as they walked across the patio that she knew he was getting a lot of sexy vibes from her nearness.
He was silent while they went up the stairs to his room. The heavy curtains over the glass doors to the balcony were partly drawn, letting in some of the bight sunlight, but the bed was in shadows. He went to the corner table and put together two more Bloody Marys. He handed one to Sue Robin.
Now he'll put on the Shawnee Harrigan tapes, she said to herself. Mary Beth had given her a detailed description of his mode of operation.
True enough, he went to the tape-deck on the dresser and slipped in a cartridge, and in a moment the heavy suggestive beat of "Travelin' Man" thudded through the room. He turned and held up his hands and began rocking to the rhythm.
"That's mighty fine music," Sue Robin said, kicking off her sandals and swaying toward him. "Sounds like my favorite, ol' Shawnee." She stopped and stared at him, her eyes rounded like deep-blue spotlights. "Why, I declare, you look like the pictures of Shawnee Harrigan." She let the emotions of confusion, then enlightenment, play over her mobile features as she faced him. Then, "Is that what you were going to tell me? You are Shawnee!" She let her voice trail off in a teeny-bopper's squeal. "Lordy me!"
The black-haired man smiled arrogantly and held out his arms toward her. "C'mere, babe!" he ordered in a tone that allowed no protest.
Like a hypnotized sheep, Sue Robin drifted toward him, astonishingly light and graceful for such a big woman. In a moment her boobs were pressed against his chest and he was drawing her head to his.
Well, she thought after a moment or two, he can kiss, at least. This ol' boy's had lots and lots of experience. She let herself enjoy it, playing her tongue over his lips and just inside, flicking rapidly about the sensitive lining of his mouth.
After a little while he pulled away and stared deep into her eyes. "Say, kid, you know the score, don't you?"
"Whatever are you talkin' about, Shawnee?" she asked in a sugary drawl.
"Never mind." He closed her in his arms again and pressed his open lips against hers. This time he thrust his groin forward until he felt the curves of her hips and belly meld against his own. His hand slipped down from her waist to slide lightly across the tight-stretched fabric of her shorts, fondling the firm swell of her asscheeks.
Sue Robin wriggled her hips just a fraction, hinting rather than stating her willingness to go farther. Then she pulled away, panting. Her breathlessness wasn't faked now. This guy, she decided, would be okay – up to a point. If inexperienced Mary Beth could screw him silly, then by golly she could drive him up the wall.
"Gracious me, Shawnee," she murmured, trailing her forefinger across his lips. "You sure get a girl all hot and bothered. Are all rock singers like you?"
"How the hell should I know?" he growled, starting to clamp his arms about her slim waist again, but she backed off.
"I do think I need something cool to drink. You're just too much for a little ol' country girl."
He picked up her Bloody Mary and handed it to her, meanwhile eyeing her suspiciously. Was this chick putting him on? he wondered. Then he remembered his boast to Pete, the thing about dumb Rebel chicks who didn't know how to say no. And he recalled the inexperienced Mary Beth, charmingly willing but rather awkward. Yeah, this super-size Scarlett O'Hara could be for real, he decided.
"You really turn me on, Bonnie Jo," he said, relaxing and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Give me my drink." You gotta keep giving them orders, he told himself. The macho image of Shawnee.
With the same sweet smile, Sue Robin brought him his drink.
"So you dig my music, eh?"
"Oh yes, I love it. Why, if I told you the things that run through my mind when I listen to it…" She stopped and spread her hand before her face as if hiding a blush. "Lordy, how I run on."
She noted the self-satisfied smile curving his thin cruel lips. He's hooked, she thought. I've got him by the balls – or I will have in a few minutes.
"We oughta be able to make a few dreams come true, don't you think?" He no longer made a move toward her. She was secured, he told himself. Now she could come to him. Jesus, what a gorgeous hunk of woman! You hardly noticed how big she was because she was so well-proportioned. Her knockers were almost as big as Mary Beth's, and they looked even firmer, though she managed to make them jiggle as she rocked to the rhythm of the music. He relaxed still more and sipped his drink, he had time.
Sue Robin let the booze get to her quickly, but not enough to lose control of the situation. Hell, she might as well enjoy this, too. Of course she would! She gave Shawnee her most sultry smile and flicked her long eyelashes up and down.
"It sure gets to me," she said, shifting her hips almost in a hula rhythm to the beat of the taped music.
"Yeah, babe, and you're getting to me," he growled.
"Aw, now, you couldn't be interested in a little ol' local-yokel girl like me. Man like you, you've probably had all the pretty girls in New York and Hollywood and all those wonderful places."
"Come here, Bonnie Jo!" he ordered her abruptly. "Sit here beside me." He set his glass down on the floor and kicked off his shoes. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to his belt buckle, exposing his brown chest covered with black curly hair.
But nothing like Jack Stanfield's, Sue Robin thought as she went to the edge of the bed and sat down within easy arm's reach. She lifted her glass and tilted her head back to drink, knowing full well what would happen next.
It happened.
Shawnee slid his arm about her waist, not too tight, and caressed her for a moment, then raised his hand to cup under her tit.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! What are you doing, Shawnee?" she said, turning naive blue eyes on him.
"Just checking this superstructure," he grunted. "I couldn't believe it was real."
"Oh, it's real, all right." She slid her hand quickly over his and raised it up against her breast even harder. "See?"
"No. Let's see. I mean, really see. Dig?"
"You mean you still don't believe they're real?" Her incredulity seemed real as she played her game.
"That's right. Seeing's believing, you know."
"I don't know." She hesitated. "Well, I reckon it's all right." She untied the string about her neck and unsnapped the narrow band at her back and the bra floated outward, revealing coral nipples in the center of large, reddish-brown areolas. She flipped the garment to the floor.
"See?"
"Jesus Christ! Yeah, I see." Sucking in his breath, he ran his hand over the smooth rounded surface of one amazing globe, then zeroed in on her nipple. Immediately it hardened and swelled under his finger and thumb as he massaged it.
"Oh! Oh! Shawnee!" she gasped, and this time her reaction was for real. "Ooooooooh, honey, you don't know what you're doing to do."
"The hell I don't!" he grunted, putting his other hand on her other tit. "This is the nicest handful I've ever had."
"Are you sure?" she sighed. "You wouldn't tease me, would you?"
For answer, he lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it until it got even larger and harder. He touched it lightly with his teeth, and she quivered all over. He massaged the other tit, then put his mouth on its nipple, and sucked it, too, while Sue Robin ran her fingers through his long black hair.
"Let's get out of these things, babe," he said, pulling his mouth off her nipple.
"What do you mean, honey?" she faked shocked surprise.
"Get out of 'em!" he ordered, stripping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
"Do you mean – do you mean – nude?"
"I mean nude. Get them shorts off or I'll pull 'em off." He yanked his Levi's off and his enlarging cock swung out, long and dark, the swelling head gleaming pinkly in the shadows of the room.
"You mustn't!" she squealed, and turned her back toward him. But she also unfastened her, shorts and stripped them off, together with her panties. When she turned back around to face hi she was as naked as he.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, running his eyes down the slim waist to the wide-flared hips and full thighs. Then his eyes focused on the golden fleece of her mound. "Come here, woman!"
Coyly she minced toward him, then allowed him to wrap his arms about her waist and drag her down to the bed with him. He stretched out beside her, braced on one elbow, and his other hand started a swift survey of her supine body, from tits to cunt. He ran his fingers through the silky mat of hair, luxuriating in the erotic delight, then trailed his middle finger lightly along the slit of her pussylips.
"Ohhhhhh honey!" she wailed. "What are you doing to me?"
He slipped the tip of his finger into the slot, feeling the moisture already collecting in the narrow ravine. Sliding his finger upward toward the apex of the lips, he traced the tip over her clit, finding the erect little protuberance quite easily.
Sue Robin shuddered from the quivers of ecstasy shooting out from her love-center and spreading all through her body. This guy knew which buttons to press, all right. She squirmed and thrust her cunt lightly against his finger, and in a moment she felt it sliding right into the channel, now well lubricated with cunt juice.
"Mmmmmmmmmm! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she moaned, riding her hips forward against the palm of his hand cupped over her mound while his finger played about inside her cunt. She clamped down with her love-muscles, milking lightly on his finger.
"Jesus!" he barked. The bitch had a snapper pussy. He'd had only a few well-educated pussies doing to him what she was doing now. His cock came on up to full erection, throbbing with anticipation of getting the same treatment his finger was getting.
He rolled over her and thrust his knee between her legs, forcing them apart.
Looks like no more preliminaries, Sue Robin thought, but it doesn't matter. I'm hot enough to start burning him up. She let him shove her thighs apart and crawl between them, his gristly cock thumping and poking like an awkward puppy's nose. When he had guided his cockhead to the mouth of her cunt, she drew her feet up along the sheet, flexing her legs so she would have plenty of leverage.
With his cockhead accurately planted on target, Shawnee lunged forward with his hips, expecting to ram the full length of his tool into her slippery canal. But Sue Robin clamped down hard with her pussy muscles and twisted her hips, stopping the rampaging cock when it was only half in.
"You're hurting me!" she screamed in simulated pain. "Don't hurt me, honey! You're so big! I didn't know they made 'em that big."
"I guess I was a little rough, babe," he grunted, delighted by her reaction. Big woman doesn't necessarily mean a big cunt, he reminded himself. He backed off a couple of inches and began a slow fucking with only the embedded part of his shaft. "A hhh, honey, that feels marvelous!" she sighed, and nibbled at his earlobe. "I don't know why you got me so hot and excited. But I want you sooooooo!" And she shoved her hips upward to capture another two inches of his sliding cock. Her strong legs, braced firmly against the bed, sent her cushiony ass upward to match his riding rhythm, and in a few moments she could tell he was getting overexcited.
"Slow it down a little, babe," he panted, unwilling to blow his load just yet.
But Sue Robin smiled to herself and increased the length of her thrusts so that her grasping pussy swallowed the entire length of his cock on each stroke. Working her love-muscles expertly, she milked down on the swollen rod each time she backed off, and short moments later he began gasping.
"Oh shit! I'm coming already!" he wheezed. His ass bobbed up and down faster as his balls throbbed and he felt the first charge building up. "Now! Now! Now!" he grunted as the first salvo shot through his shaft and exploded deep in her hot cunt passage. His body spasmed again, and she wrapped her arms about his back to hold him close on her jouncing boobs, absorbing the shock of his quivers.
It was quickly over and he rolled off her and onto his back, panting and sweating.
"Oh, honey, do you always do your thing so fast?" she asked solicitously, leaning over him so her long blonde hair fell partly across his face.
He looked up at her, half-angry, half-embarrassed. "I slipped a gear that time, babe. It'll be longer next lime."
She faked a smile of surprised delight. "Do you mean that you can do it again, Shawnee?"
His wounded ego healed quickly. "Sure, Bonnie Jo. That was just a warm-up. Give me a few minutes. Say, fix us a drink, will you?" His voice had lost much of its domineering sharpness.
Sue Robin hurried into the bathroom and quickly cleaned herself, then went back out to the improvised bar and made two more Bloody Marys.
"Take a shower, Shawnee honey," she suggested. "It'll make you feel spry again." She smiled lewdly at him and winked.
"Right on, babe." He took his drink and went into the bathroom.
She heard the shower turn on, and she smiled. Sue Robin, she told herself, you really ought to go into acting. She was really getting a charge out of leading the fake rock singer on, and she was also getting some sexy thrills, too. He wasn't really that bad; she was just rushing him along faster than he could handle things. She lay back on the bed and sipped her drink.
"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.
A muffled squalling sounded from the other end of the bed as Sue Robin reacted to the new energy playing in her excited cunt. She had his entire cock in her mouth, but it was still not fully erect, so she didn't have to deep-throat it like before. But it was still growing, and her ecstatic wails and shrieks vibrated against it, stimulating it even more. When the head swelled and bumped deep in her throat, she backed off and began sliding her mouth up and down, fucking him with gradually accelerating speed. The motion made her body move a little, enough to jiggle her cunt over Shawnee's mouth and tongue.
Her head bobbed up and down faster until it seemed her neck was made of spring steel, strong and tireless. Her saliva mixed with the juice oozing from the tip of his distended cockhead, lubricating her soft, sucking lips. She slid one hand under his slim asscheek and upward to fondle his balls, and in a few more minutes she felt the throbs coming on.
"Jesus Christ, woman!" Shawnee tried to shout, but the soft fur-fringed lips smothered his outcry, and smeared his face with her love-juice. Feebly he raised his hands and tried to push the balloon cheeked ass away, but he was too weak – or she was too strong. His hands flailed without force against the smooth rounded curves while her slippery cuntlips furrowed back and forth over his mouth.
Again he tried to shout: "I'm coming! Goddammit, I'm coming!" Hazily he felt his loins jerking away, shooting out his fourth load into the powerfully sucking lips that seemed to be swallowing him, cock, balls and all. The steaming pussy sliding above him slowly came to a halt and raised off him. His senses reeled, and he heard his own blood pounding in his temples and ears. He'd never been so drained in his life. What the hell had happened?
Sue Robin climbed off the bed, smiling triumphantly. Casually she pulled on her few clothes, then stood over the semiconscious man lying helplessly on the bed.
"You prick!" she said pleasantly. "You silly little two bit phony. Nobody believes you're Shawnee Harrigan. Furthermore, you're a lousy fuck. Before you come South again, sonny boy, grow some balls. Rebel chicks like real men in the sack."
She strolled out of the room, leaving the dazed man wondering what had hit him.