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CHAPTER TWO

Ronnie's body sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, his shoulders still pinned to the ground. But his belly, his pelvis, and his throbbing, exploding cock shot up nearly a foot off the ground, trembling, quivering with ecstasy, as he hurtled his hot load of cum deep inside Susan's hot lips.

They were both shuddering and ecstatic. Ronnie strained and arched his back, his head rolling on the pass, his feet planted squarely on the pound, his mid-section suspended in air.

Susan, who had been bending far over him, loving his pecker to death, had to pull up sharply to avoid being choked completely as he drove his pecker into her throat.

She didn't miss a stroke. His cock stayed firmly imbedded in her soft throat. She sucked him with rapid, hungry laps, giving him so much suction he thought she would pull the marrow from his bones.

She stretched her soft lips far down on his cock, stroking him in long, loving, feverish strokes, and squeezed his balls all the time. She pulled from him every drop that his hot, young body could possibly give her.

And it was plenty. He was virtually at the peak of his lifetime sex drive. He manufactured cum in those hot balls of his very quickly. He hadn't gotten off in over a week, and when he came this time, it seemed like a bucketful.

The hot cream swirled in Susan's mouth and she thought she would faint from the delirious excitement it created in her.

Her body shuddered. By this time her pussy was drenched in her own juices which flowed out in a stream, and she hadn't even had an orgasm!

She kept swallowing his cream as he spewed it out, jerking in spasms of ecstasy. His cock was at least seven inches long, Susan estimated, and she strived to get every last bit of it inside her hot mouth.

It nudged against the walls of her throat and filled her with desire like she had never known.

She held the hot cock on her tongue, lapping it and sucking it and basking in the sweet, hot juices that melted over her tongue.

When he had finished shooting his load, she kept his cock in her throat, bringing him down slowly, nursing his pecker back to normal, ringing it in soft, warm strokes of her tongue.

She used the whole, broad sweep of her tongue, not tensing it or pointing it, but giving him the satisfaction of its wide, ample brush-like rapture.

"Jesus, you blew my mind," Ronnie moaned. "What a fantastic blowjob! Where in the hell did you ever learn how to do that? How many guys have you sucked off, anyway?"

Susan wished he hadn't said that. She had never done this before, but she had done it so well that it would be hard to convince Ronnie that it was her virginal sucking.

After such a blissful, sweet experience, it was a little disappointing to her to hear those words. But she knew that sometimes boys were unthinking, and that he probably didn't mean anything derogatory by it.

She kept sucking him a bit longer, not wanting to leave the tastiness and the meatiness of his vibrant, young pecker. When she did, she left it slowly and gracefully, retreating in a leisurely, sensuous manner.

She groped his loins and his balls and thighs as she slowly let his long, swollen but tumescent prick glide from her lips. Then she sat up and addressed him: "You may not believe it," she said, "but that's the first time I ever did that. I loved it, and I tried to do my best."

"Well, you sure did one hell of a job!" he sighed, smiling up at her. "I thought my guts were going to melt and come right out through my cock!"

He motioned far her to lie down next to him and she did.

He began kissing her and fondling her, holding her closely, and she thought she would explode with the mad desire welling up in her hot body.

Sucking him off had given her such a thrill that, combined with his playing with her clit earlier, she was now ripe and ready for anything.

She was still worried about getting pregnant, and it was a strange mixture of need and temptation and caution that had her all mixed up.

"Susan, darling, I really must have you," he said. "I'm crazy about you. If I put on a rubber, will that be all right then?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a rubber with you?" she said. "Of course, that's all we need."

"It's in the car," he said. "I'll go get it and be right back."

He slipped his pants on quickly, and ran across the fairway to the parking lot.

She watched him go in the dim moonlight and while he was away she lay back, dreaming of feeling his prick inside her. She slipped off her panties and her fingers slowly went up under her skirt to play with the soft, damp hairs and run her finger over her hot clit. It quivered with anxiety and need.

She felt tremors of sharp, aching pleasure shoot up through her loins and along her ribs and through her tits. Her nipples were hard and erect under her bra, and she couldn't wait for him to come back and strip her clothes from her.

Still, she had not realized what she had done. Her stomach was already digesting Ronnie's load of cum, sending it through her digestive tract. She was so caught up in the impending fuck, that the implications of what she had done had not yet struck her.

Ronnie was back shortly, a little square, matchbook-like package in his hand. He laid it carefully on the ground next to her, and, standing over her, stripped down completely in about five seconds flat.

His dick was hard and straight again already, and she gave a little prayer of thanks that he was so hot and eager.

Then he reached over to her, began unbuttoning her blouse and helped her to her feet. The blouse came off, and then the skirt. Ronnie stood close to her, his arms around her, kissing her, fondling her back, brushing his fingers slowly up and down over her hot flesh. Then he unsnapped her bra.

The straps came off her shoulders, and those magnificent, full young tits jiggled and fell out.

They stood out firm yet soft, alluring in the moonlight.

They had perfectly round, pink areolas at the tips of their orb-like perfection. Her nipples were out straight, and as Ronnie gently massaged their marvelous arcs, he felt them grow harder and more full.

The nipples were out like little pencil erasers, but infinitely more interesting.

Then he ran his hands down her back, through the curving arch just above those sweet, round ass cheeks, and let his fingers skim over her thighs and down into that soft flesh of her inner leg and that bushy, red nest of hair.

But he didn't stay there. On and on down he went, smoothing his palms down the back of her curvaceous, mouth-watering legs, right to her ankles.

As he kneeled, his face came to that luscious, soft, mass of red curls between her legs, and he pressed his lips to it.

He let his tongue slip in between the hairs, and lathered over those undulating cunt lips of hers. She let out a gasping cry of delight as he touched her clit.

"Oh, oh, oh, Ron!" she blurted. Her ass bounced backwards and she grabbed his head to keep from falling.

Then she steadied herself, and spread her legs, bending her knees slightly, and shoved her cunt up toward him so he could reach it better.

Still on his knees, he clamored toward her, and nudged his nose far into her crotch, bringing his hands up between her legs and cupping her ass as he licked her.

He steadied her, too, and grasped her firmly as he burrowed his tongue up into her soft, pink pussy.

She thought she would go out of her mind with excitement and eagerness. "Oh, Ron! Fuck me!" she cried. "I can't wait any longer! Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!"

She lay down quickly and spread her legs, stretching her toes up into the air, as he mounted her on that soft bed of grass. Her cunt was so immersed in juice that when he pressed against her with his throbbing prick, it slurped in and went skidding up into her smoothly and, oh, so easily. It glided on a coating of cunt juice so thick and so syrupy that she felt like his prick was taking a toboggan ride inside of her.

"Ohhh, God! My God, it's goood!" she cried. "Keep it in me forever, Ron! I loooove it!"

Her fervent moanings and her warm sighs of rhapsodic delight turned Ronnie into, a crazed young cocksman. He rammed his cock into her full throttle, humping and humping and humping, mad with delirious, animal hunger.

His cock was pounding in his ears now, demanding payment for his patience. Susan was only too happy to make that payment. Her body was afire with a thirsting, starving distress. She had to feel him ravage her, fuck her into oblivion.

The way he was starting, it looked like that was exactly what he would do. He was, pounding into her in fierce, tremulous drives. His cock hurtled in and out of her soft cunt lips as if he was in a race with himself to blast her full of cum.

His ass reflected the moonlight and, to anyone who just happened to be passing by the second green that night, it might have looked a little something like a white basketball bouncing up and down. It jounced and bucked and swiveled over Susan's soft, trembling body as if he was having a seizure.

She parted her ruby lips, closed her eyes, her lustrous red locks frazzled and disheveled, spilling over her shoulders and down across her heaving tits in disarray.

Her alabaster flesh, like that of a young Goddess, so gently curving, so round and padded just right, was shaking with passion as she received his onslaught.

Faster and faster he fucked her, ramming his cock so far up into her that she thought she would split.

But she loved it. She rejoiced in that feeling of being impaled, filled with hard flesh, her pussy walls bulging and pressed tightly by his engorged cock.

She flung her legs around him, and ground her pussy against his pursuing prick, swiveling her hips and flexing her cunt muscles so that it felt as if he was being grabbed around the cock by five strong fingers every time he shoved it into her.

"Oh, God, keep doing that!" he moaned. "Whatever it is, just keep doing it!"

He thought he would explode from the ecstasy of her pussy massage. He had screwed almost a dozen girls, and nobody had ever done anything like that. Usually they just lay there and did nothing but moan, but never did much moving or anything else to stimulate him.

Susan was something else. She was giving it to him almost as hard as he was giving it to her. She felt like his cock was a bull's prick the way it was firing up into her, hammering away at her pink chasm of a cunt, and she thrilled to the feeling of his big, loose balls slapping against her ass cheeks.

It had been more than three years since that first and only other piece of ass and Susan was long overdue. She knew it. The counselor at camp had been exciting, but he certainly didn't fuck her the way Ronnie was doing it.

Ronnie was hard and strong and he made her feel like a woman. He was taking her and romping through her pussy just like she'd always hoped she'd get it.

Her tits were bouncing all over the place, and she hardly even realized it. Her body was in a frenzy… so oblivious to everything except Ronnie's cock… so erotically stimulated… so far from reality but so close to ecstasy.

Her mind raced with thoughts of orgasm and cock and cum and all the wonderful, sweet, lustful things she'd thought about so much for so long.

If only Nancy and the other girls at school could see her now, she thought! They'd be as excited as she was! And jealous, and horny, just watching Ronnie ravish her!

"Oh, Ronnie, give it to me!" she cried. "Shoot your stuff up inside me! I want to feel you come and come! I want you to gush it!"

Ronnie was sweating and straining, his face lined with determination, his teeth clenched, and he was hunched way over her now, his chest pressing against her soft tits… her nipples boring into him. He clasped her under her shoulders, giving him a firm handhold with which to pull her body down onto him every time he lunged into that soft cunt of hers.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and they were locked in a struggle for survival against the onrushing tide of their mutual orgasms.

Then he began to hunker his cock into her in short, rapid strokes, like a rabbit fuck, increasing the tempo until she thought she would blow a blood vessel. He ripped into her in a speeding, lightning-like series of delicious stabs, piercing her inner core… rattling her very bones… agitating her clit beyond her fondest hopes… making her virtually senseless with his urgency.

She took him gladly, opening her legs and welcoming his furious invasion, clutching his prick with her cunt lips, bathing him in frenzied gratitude and urging him on to the goal she knew he was seeking – to unload his pent-up desires and get his rocks off in one great big upheaval of come and spasming muscles and tremendous, unbelievable sense of relief and blissful respite.

The deeper and deeper he drove himself, extending those rapid-fire strokes until they were reaching deep into her pink folds and his cock began to swell and he trembled violently and then Susan came.

She wanted to get off at the same time Ronnie did, but she could not hold back the mind-boggling emotions that gripped her for one, second longer.

She shuddered and shook and the cream spouted from her, oozing in spurts and starts from around his bulging prick, dripping down her cunt lips and sponging his balls.

"Ronnie! Ronnie! Take me!" she cried. "Take me and fuck me and… ohhh, God… ahhh! I'm coming so haaaard!"

Her cunt quaked with the terrific force of her orgasm. Her loins were trembling madly, and the feelings of incredible pleasure spiraled up through her and wrapped her in a cocoon of unparalleled bliss.

Ronnie was right there too, and when she was still in the throes of her sweet misery, he shot his load and drove his cum into her.

She had completely forgotten about the rubber… and he had never put it on!

But Susan didn't care at all now. She was so full of rapture, so completely enthralled by her orgasm and his filling of her pussy with his hot cum that she could only think of that. She wanted it to spread through her like warm molasses… and it did.

She and Ronnie lay there on the green until nearly one o'clock, fucking the night away, doing it over and over, and Susan had never known such pervasive bliss in her short life.

Even the promise of going away to business college, leaving home in the fall to be on her own for the first time, the most exciting thing she'd had in her life, could in no way hold a candle to what Ronnie had given her.

Still, as she dressed and he drove her home, her thoughts calming down and coming back to reality, she began to wonder whether she had done the right thing when she swallowed his cum. Even taking his load into her pussy without a rubber didn't seem to bother her as much.

She puzzled over it as she got out of the car and went into her house, Ronnie's kiss still wet on her lips.