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.
CHAPTER NINE
Bobby Lee Forsythe pulled into Sasser's Cove and stopped at the hotel for a quick drink before continuing home. He'd stayed in Atlanta for several extra days like Sis had told him to, but he'd been unable to reach her by phone for a week now.
"Bourbon on the rocks," he told the bartender, and when the man placed the glass before him, he took it and went to the phone booth past the end of the bar.
The phone was picked up at the other end of the line.
"Sis? Hey, what's going on? How about coming up here to Sasser's Cove and filling me in. No, no, I haven't been home yet. I'm just coming from Atlanta. What? Go on home first? What's going on, Sis? Okay. Okay. But give me a call later at my house. Right? G'bye."
The tall husky young man finished his drink and went back out. What the hell was Sue Robin up to? Why should he check in at his own place? Nothing to look forward to tonight. Beautiful, ice-cold Mary Beth and her frozen body.
Grumbling to himself he drove to Maxwell. When he wheeled into his driveway, he thought at first all the lights were out. Maybe Mary Beth wasn't at home. The thought didn't exactly displease him. It would be great to make it with Sis again. He got out of the car and went in.
Mary Beth was seated in a deep easy-chair, manicuring her fingernails. The floor lamp illuminating her was the only light in the spacious living room.
"Honey!" She sprang up and ran to him, raising her arms as she came.
"Hello, sweetheart," he said, feeling the old surge of desire in spite of the knowledge that it would come to nothing. Her arms were about his neck and she was murmuring against his throat. Then she was kissing him, her soft wide lips moving sensually over his mouth while her hands played at his neck and hr his hair. His cock twitched hopefully.
"Oh, I'm so glad to see you again, darling." She covered his mouth again and the tip of her tongue flicked briefly at his lips.
Damn! he thought. What's happening? Then he became aware of what his hands had already discovered. He'd noticed when he came in and she ran to him that she was wearing the cute little shortie housecoat that someone had given her as a wedding gift. Now he realized that she didn't have on a bra underneath the housecoat. In fact, it felt like she didn't have on anything.
I don't believe it, he told himself. People don't do a switch just like that. Still, he recalled the sultry look and all the sexy gestures Mary Beth had always used ever since he'd known her. When she turned out to be so frigid, he couldn't believe that, either.
Women! He shrugged, but the soft arms about his neck held him tight, and he quit wondering.
Finally she pulled away, breathing fast, and looked up at him with a happy smile on her lips.
"Have you had supper yet, honey?"
"Yeah. I ate on the road. What time is it, anyway?"
"It's after nine. I tell you what, you go into the kitchen and make you a tall mint julep -- and a small one for me. I'm going into the bedroom for a shower before bed. Come on in after a while." She gave him a long, inviting look and tipped her tongue across her lips. "Later," she breathed, and turned away.
Afraid to get his hopes up, Bobby Lee went into the kitchen and got out a jug of the family bourbon and set to work creating a mint julep. Halfway through his task, he stopped suddenly, a puzzled look on his face. And a small one for me, she'd said. Now what the hell? Mary Beth had never been known to do more than take a sip of a Tom Collins or some other weak-kneed drink. He shook his head and got down another glass, but a tall one, not a short one. Maybe a stiff jolt of real likker would -- thaw her out.
He sat on a tall stool in the kitchen and sipped his drink. There was no need to rush. Mary Beth was slow in the bathroom, and he had no idea how long she'd be in there. Probably putting on a set of armor-plated pajamas or something, he thought bitterly. He nursed his drink and recalled fondly the redhead he'd connected with in Atlanta.
After a while he glanced at the wall clock and saw that he had been moping over his drink for twenty minutes or more. Quickly he topped off his drink from the jug and added a touch to Mary Beth's. Then he went down the short hall to the big master bedroom.
He nearly dropped the chilled glasses in his hands. Tall white candles flickered in silver candlesticks on the vanity table, reflected in the immense mirror that covered much of the wall on that side. But the candles were not what got him.
Mary Beth was lying like a voluptuous cat in the middle of the king-size bed, propped on several pillows. She wasn't wearing pajamas, armor-plated or any other kind. She was wearing a fingertip nightie of black nylon, though it was hard to tell the color for it was so sheer.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I like that, honey!"
Her smile was even more warm and inviting. "What kept you so long?" Her voice had a throaty quality he'd never noticed before.
He hurried to the bed and handed her a drink, noticing as he bent toward her that even in the weak light of the candles he could see her purple-grape nipples plainly, thrusting against the gossamer fabric. His eyes dropped to her hips, but by chance or by skillful distribution of her succulent body, a fold of the garment covered her loins, and he couldn't tell if she had on panties or not.
She took the drink and said, "Why don't you get comfy, Bobby Lee? You look all hot and stuffy in those clothes."
He had had enough of the powerful moonshine drink before coming into the bedroom that he no longer hesitated, debating whether this was for real or not. Likker and sex. She had screamed against them on their wedding night. Right now she seemed to experience no objections, for her lips were puckering at the rim of her glass and she was sipping it with gusto.
He set his glass on the bedside table and went to his dresser and started taking off his shirt. Then his shoes and socks. He glanced at her once, but the soft smile only encouraged him and he jerked off his trousers. Wearing j
ust his undershorts he went back to the bed.
Lazily, Mary Beth leaned across the pillows and set her glass on the table beside him, then held up her arms. "Did you miss me, honey?"
He practically threw himself on her and again her soft lips practiced their caressing movements across his while her arms played up and down his bare shoulders and back. He felt his cock shoving frantically against the restraint of his shorts as it tried to rise. Tentatively he slid one hand downward and cupped it over her spongy tit, holding it still for a moment to test her reaction.
Her only response was a little sigh, and again the tip of her tongue probed at his lips. He squeezed down on the exciting flesh, feeling the hardened nipple pressing into his palm. His cock throbbed in its cramped position.
"Can we have another swallow of your delicious drink, lover?" she said huskily.
"Hunh? Oh, yeah. Yeah." He braced himself up and rolled to the side of the bed and reached for the drinks, embarrassed by his bulging shorts. He tried to squirm about so the bulge wouldn't show, but he only succeeded in letting the rampaging pole slip through the opening in the front of his shorts. It reared up majestically, big-headed and lusty.
"My!" Mary Beth exclaimed, a thrill of excitement making her voice quaver. "You look all hot and bothered, Bobby Lee!"
The drink had bolstered his courage. "You bet your sweet ass I am," he growled. He tipped his glass and took another long swallow, then set the glass back on the table. His greenish-blue eyes gleamed hotly in the subdued lights. He laid his hand on her thigh and slid it upward until he rippled under the hem of the nightie. Now he could see she had on nothing under it. His hand glided on up over the swell of her hip, then around to caress the curve of her asscheek.
"Honey, you'll make me spill my drink if you're not careful," she said softly. There was no bitchiness, no puritanical waspishness in her warning. In fact, it was the old come-hither personality of Mary Beth, magnified infinitely.
He slid his hand on around the big curve and trailed his fingers down the valley separating the two mounds, on down until he touched the lower fringe of her cunt bush. "Oh, honey," she breathed. "You'd better put this drink on the table. I'm afraid I'll drop it."
Impatiently he grabbed the glass from her hand and shoved it toward the table, and for a fleeting moment Mary Beth felt a touch of panic, the same as when he had plunged into her unready body before.
"Please, Bobby Lee," she pleaded, "go easy with me."
He remembered that she had been cherry, after all, no matter how passionate she had looked -- and looked right now.
"Sure sweetheart," he said, instead of going for her pussy again, he put his arms about her and kissed her, enjoying the growing ardor of her lips and the exciting strangeness of her tongue practicing its art on him. In seconds she was back at the same pitch, panting and eager, her warm breath brushing quickly across his cheeks as they continued to kiss.
When her arms again roamed up and down his back, he started his own caresses of her body, more slowly this time. With part of his mind he wondered vaguely if Aunt Clarinda had put a hex on his wife, some kind of voodoo love charm. He had known all the stories about the little old witch from childhood.
"Oh, lover!" Mary Beth sighed in his ear. "I want you so much!"
The wispy nightie was more exciting than if she had been completely naked. His hands slipped over it and under it, though by now it was well above her ripe hips, baring their broad splendor to his eyes as well as his hands. He leaned down and kissed the outside of her plump thigh, then brushed his lips on up, over the swell of her hip, and inward across her belly.
"Honey! Honey! Honey!" she gasped, fingering his reddish-blond hair and twisting her body slowly as her pulse quickened with desire.
He was right against the triangular thicket of black hair. He sniffed. Perfume, by God! Mary Beth was really trying, he realized. Just go slow, Bobby Lee, he warned himself. This is too good to foul up. Easy, ol' boy. He ran his lips over the fragrant cluster of fur, and her thighs slowly drew apart, exposing the warm inner sides.
Gliding around her bushy mound, he tongued and nipped at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs while she writhed and moaned and continued to stroke his head. His cock was as hard as steel and impatiently throbbing to bury itself in her hot cunt, but he was enjoying this, too. He tongued higher toward the apex of her thighs, feeling the heat of her tender flesh on his face.
"Bobby Lee!" she cried softly. "Oh, honey, honey, honey!" Her urgent fingers in his hair told him that he was hitting the right spots.
He put his hand on her knee and slowly spread her thighs even farther apart until her pussy was exposed through its furry coat, the pink slit already glistening with dewy juice.
Thrusting out his tongue, he tipped it against the plump lips. Up and down he laved, while her moans grew louder and her body quivered. He touched her clit, rising like a miniature cock under its hood of hair-fringed flesh, and her hips jerked up and down, shoving her mound at a higher angle for him to work under.
"Bobby Lee!" Her cry was almost a shriek, but he hardly heard it, so engrossed was he in exploring her fascinating pussy, still practically virginal, yet so ripe and luscious and ready for all kinds of love. He slid one hand under her asscheek, gripping it like a basketball, and pressed upward to open her slot even more to his eager lips and tongue.
He closed his lips and sucked on her clit lightly, and her shrieks echoed through the room as she went into a quick orgasm, her hips bouncing up and down and her upper body writhing frantically Bobby Lee paused, a little frightened, but highly excited by her violent reaction. He had never heard a woman carry on so when she got her cookies. Good thing they had no close neighbors; they'd think he was beating hell out of his wife. He let her cool down a little, and her sharp cries softened to moans of delight.
"Hell, honey, I'd better get out of these shorts," he said, sitting up and peeling off his undershorts.
The lovely brunette lay back against the pillows, smiling, panting, her liquid brown eyes watching her muscular husband as he finished stripping. He had a powerful body, and the thick pillar of knob-headed flesh rising up from his loins was in proportion to the rest of him. Certainly it was bigger than ol' Shawnee's. She shuddered deliciously, anticipating the huge thing going into her anxious pussy.
"Oh, Bobby Lee, that thing's so big!" she wailed, pushed up on one elbow and staring at it.
He grinned and sat on the bed with his hip right against her head. "Play with it, honey," he urged. "You'll like it."
Fearfully she reached over and patted the strawberry-pink head.
"That's nice," Bobby Lee sighed, and leaned back down beside her, his face against her hips where he could resume eating her pussy.
Mary Beth looked at the vein-streaked shaft and the huge flaring head, and thought of how Shawnee's dick had felt in her mouth. Leaning forward, she wrapped her fingers around the cock and brushed her lips quickly across the tightly stretched, satiny skin of the head.
"That's great, sweetheart," Bobby Lee sighed, and went for her pussy again.
She eased her thighs apart and he shoved in between until his mouth was right against the juicy slit again. Just as he flicked his tongue against the snug, rubbery-lipped entrance to her cunt passage, she took his cockhead inside her mouth, and they shuddered simultaneously in a paroxysm of delight.
Great God! he wondered. What's happened? Mary Beth was turning out to be just as hot as she'd always seemed to be. But, he told himself, don't question good luck. He stabbed his tongue into her cunt hole again, and felt her thighs tighten and quiver against his cheeks.
"Bobby Lee!" she screamed, jerking her mouth off his cock. "You're going to drive me out of my mind, honey!" But her next yelp was muffled by his bulbous cockhead which she had stuffed back inside her warm mouth. Imitating his tongue exploring all over and inside her pussy, she began to lap his cockhead with her tongue, then pulled off to go up and down the shaft, lipping and tonguing the entire swo
llen length of the pulsing tool. Her stifled moans and yelps vibrated against the sensitive rod, shooting ripples of ecstasy through the overjoyed husband.
I wonder if she'll take the load in her mouth? he wondered, probing her clit with his tongue tip. Better take it easy. There'll be other times. He pulled his head from between her thighs and sat up, with her mouth still clinging to his stiff cock. "Let's take off that sexy nightie, honey," he said.
Reluctantly she turned him loose and lifted the nylon garment over her head. As she flung it to the floor, he seized her tits, one in each hand, and pressed her back against the pillows again. Impulsively he shoved his face between the cushiony hills and pressed them inward against his cheeks. More perfume! She had put a touch between her breasts, an enticing musky odor that made him dizzy for a moment.
"Honey, I can't wait any longer," he groaned, spreading her legs with his knees and crawling between them. He had to shove his aching prong into that juicy slit or he'd go crazy.
She shifted her hips to accommodate him and her arms went about his neck and shoulders as his cockhead probed impatiently for her cunt entrance.
"Easy, lover!" she pleaded passionately. "Easy!" But her tone sounded more like, "Plunge it in me! Drive it through me! Now! Now!"
He forced himself to ease the head in slowly, passing inside the inner lips that were so tight they seemed to snap shut behind the wide flange of his cockhead as it slid through. He paused for a few seconds after he was securely inside, letting them both get accustomed to the warm feeling. Wonder if she's got snapper muscles in her pussy? he wondered. Like Sis? But that could come later. Right now, he enjoyed the thrill of her tight pussy and her voluptuous body shivering excitedly beneath him.
Her fingernails raked lightly along his back and her hips quivered.
"Oh, Bobby Lee, it's so good, honey, so gooooooooood!" she wailed. "I love you, love you, want you! Oh, push it in me, lover! Deeper! Deeper!" She squirmed her hips upward, trying to swallow more of his rigid pole inside her cunt.
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