removed his mouth from her pussy altogether.
Sue, on the other hand, was wholeheartedly into sucking his cock. She knew that he intended to play the role of the bastard, but his cock tasted so good that she just decided to keep on sucking him no matter what he did. She was terribly surprised when he brutally ripped his penis out of her mouth, and sat opposite her, looking at her with a tremendous leer on his face.
'I feel like fucking,' was all he said. 'Right now.'
'Oh,' said Sue, 'so here's a side of you I haven't seen before. Okay, big man, I guess we'll do some fucking.' She reached out to grab hold of his cock. It was rock-hard, coated with her own saliva. She could feel it pulse and throb. Right under her fingers was a thick blue vein that spasmed obscenely. She squeezed his cock hard, almost too hard. Paul let out a surprised yelp, as her fingers tightened around his violently erect member.
'Well, you wanted to fuck,' said Sue. 'Go ahead.' She leaned back, stretched her legs up in the air and waved them like some kind of an ersatz pin-up girl from the forties.
Paul grinned. He stood up and scooped Sue Carson into his arms. He could feel the jelly like softness of her ripe body, and he could swear that he heard her ripe cunt making little gurgling noises. She giggled. Paul carried her over to a dark corner of the barn. When he got to a likely looking pile of old hay, he flung her down on it roughly.
'Hey, watch it,' she grunted.
Without answering, Paul found himself on top of Sue all over again. She allowed him to force her to her back, and this time she made no effort to crawl away when his hands eagerly probed for the opening to her warm slit. Paul leaned over and kissed her cunt lightly, this time making sure that he was in control of matters.
While he kissed her crotch, he also took the time to mouth her white inner thighs and her smooth soft belly. She tasted slightly salty, but good. Every time he got close to her little clit she started to squirm and buck, and he had to hold her down so that he could take his sweet time about lapping her the way he wanted to perform the task!
Sue was happy inside. She always knew a stud when she met one. She knew from experience that the men who talk the least about sex are often the ones who can perform the most aptly. She spread her thighs a little more in order to give Paul a better view of her snatch.
Things were going well. She fully intended to turn Paul's innocent Polaroid joke into a full blown blackmail scheme. A glossy photo of Hamilton fucking his own daughter's would certainly not help his career. Once she allowed Paul to enjoy all the pleasures that her body had to offer, she would attempt to enlist Paul's aid in getting the scheme rolling. There was one little problem. Paul was Hamilton's brother. She didn't know if he would take kindly to her attempts to ruin his kinfolk. However, she was almost certain that the lure of the quick cash would win out over brotherly love.
Paul's desire was ever increasing, and now all he wanted to do was bury his cock inside of the warmth of her snatch. His hand was already in her cunt two knuckles deep, and she was responding to his caresses nicely. He felt her give a slight start of surprise, then his fingers quickly parted her outer pussy lips, and settled on her clitoris.
'Paul! That's good. I want it now,' she moaned, and this time she really meant it. He heaved himself up on her delectable body, until the both of them were face to sweating face. She heard the little whooshing noise of his cock sliding up her belly, then he took his penis in hand and placed the knob of it on the opening. He pressed, and the hard glistening head of the dick made it's way into her canal. She arched her legs, thrust up her hips, and grabbed him around the waist, so that he was buried in her cunt up to the hilt. Before he could even start his thrusting motions, she started her own coital thrusts with a frenzied, eager motion.
Sue Carson hadn't really expected anything as forceful as this! She thought she was going to get a slow, ordinary fuck, but this Paul character was laying it on like a jack-hammer. She was panting and moaning, not faking it, but really having the shit fucked out of her. She wondered if his dick was getting harder by the second. It sure felt like it. It damn near felt like he was expanding inside of her, like some sort of infernal machine, built for fucking. She shut her eyes, simply allowing herself to experience the sensations on her cunt. Once she had taken a yoga class, where they had told her to try to make believe that there was an outside observer watching her every move. She, felt like that now, she felt like somebody was watching her get the living hell buttered out of her. She was wild with passion. Her whole being seemed to emanate from her cunt, her burning, roaring cunt that was being so expertly pounded by Paul's hard and talented dick.
'You're the damn best girl I ever fucked,' groaned Paul, his eyes tightly shut.
She couldn't really understand why he was saying that. She hadn't really done anything except to maybe tease him a little. That certainly wouldn't account for her being the 'best girl he ever had'. Well, she thought, I might as well give him a little run for his money. She started to wriggle and writhe as fast as she could, actually belly-dancing beneath him, shaking like a mad-lady. Her hips seemed to be possessed with a life of their own. Her cunt contracted, holding Paul's cock in a vice-like grip.
She felt his hand slip under her and knead her soft meaty buttocks. The touch of his hand seemed to flood her with lust, and she redoubled her efforts towards inducing her orgasm. She really didn't think that she was going to be able to come again, but the sudden feel of his hand made her aware that she was really enjoying herself. She sighed deeply as she felt his cock bounce deeply inside of her, hitting the back of her womb with great force.
Sue braced her heels against an old block of wood. She reared her hips up, while Paul heaved and strained on top of her. Paul reached down and touched the floor with his knuckles, like some sort of great ape. Actually, all he was doing was bracing himself. It enabled him to keep much better control of the situation. He was obviously greatly skilled in sexual matters. He knew how to pace his own coital movements with hers. Sue couldn't believe it, but this man was actually bringing her close to orgasm, even though she was greatly fighting it.
The whole barn began to swirl around her. Her eyes became misty and glazed, as they trysted together in the hay. The strenuous churning of his bloated cock inside of her cunt filled her with indescribable pleasure. Suddenly, her cunt began to cream vigorously. Her fuck-juice spurted out in great wet gobs as Paul pounded her again and again with his oversized penis.
Paul was able to hold himself in for a few seconds more, then his cock started to spurt its load into her cunt. He could feel the walls of her pussy contract around his cock like some sort of a huge wet glove, pulling and squeezing his penis. Sue wriggled as hard as she could. She wasn't even aware of doing it consciously. She did it more out of some sort of a reflex action. Paul took full advantage of this. He pulled his cock out a little of the way, so that just his glans was in her cunt. Her undulations and squirmings were making him feel very nice indeed. He grunted heavily, pushed his cock in fully, and ejaculated his last drops of sperm into her bottomless cunt.
Finally, it was all over. Paul was exhausted and drained. He pulled his penis out of her cunt and lay back, panting heavily. Sue saw her chance. Now that Paul's defenses were down, he would be more open to suggestion. She cradled his head in her hands, and started to whisper to him.
'Paul,' she said, 'I know I just met you, but I have an idea in mind. I know you've always been jealous of your brother's success. How would you like a chance to get back at him?'
'What do you mean?' asked Paul warily.
'You took those Polaroid's. I know you meant them only as a joke, but this is a perfect chance to blackmail him. I can tell Hamilton that I have the pictures. I'll make him pay up!'
'I don't know. He's my own brother. That would be a rather nasty stunt to pull on him,' said Paul. He had expected something like this. He decided to play it dumb.
Sue began to caress his balls again. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him. If he had said no, rather than maybe, then she would have quit. But a little application of her hands to his genitals would soon resolve his indecision. She stroked him carefully, then she ducked down and popped one of his balls into her mouth. Paul groaned in pleasure. Sue continued to lick, letting him get the full feel of the flat of her tongue. Even though his organ was flaccid, Paul enjoyed the tongue massage thoroughly. Sue smiled, and licked harder. After ten minutes of this stroking, Paul was left with a cock in a state of semi-erection.
He again started to jerk around, grunting and writhing and twisting his body.
'C'mon Paul, don't you think it would be a good idea?' she cajoled him.
'Well, maybe. I really don't think it would be right. After all, I hardly know you. What if Hamilton was just using you to make me the butt of a practical joke?' he asked.
