She had lost her virginity when she was eighteen to a boy hired by her father to help lay the foundation of their garage. Rather than questioning her youthful surrender to lust, Sue had recognized right from the start that she just plain loved to fuck. She had done a lot of it, and enjoyed it all. It had come as a surprise to her that anyone could affect her with quite the intensity that Dan Walker exuded. It had been like being born again to a whole new, higher level of sexuality. It had been an intense thrill for the young woman to realize there was so much she had not learned yet, and to make the realization just at a point when she had thought she knew it all and might be getting a little bored. The fury of her gyrating motions had made one of Sue's big round tits bust right out of her top. The pink arcola was swollen to aching tenderness by the woman's arousal. Her nipple was hard, sticking straight out at her reflection in the glass. Dan took one look at that rich swelling globe and had to have a feel of it. While he held his cock buried in Sue's cunt, he clasped her tit and tugged on the nipple roughly. She proved a match for him. Instead of crying for mercy, she squealed with delight. She rubbed her buttocks obscenely back against her boyfriend's loins, trying to force him to get on with his fucking rhythm. She thrust her tit willingly into his hand, looking for more of the inciting painpleasure signals. "Christ, Sue, you're too much, baby! You like it all, don't you! I couldn't hurt you if I tried when you're like this!" While her pussy-walls struggled to keep him captive within her cuint, he started to fuck her with quick, deep, even strokes. "God, I think your twat's trying to eat me alive! It's good, baby! Good!"

She could tell by the dreamy quality of his voice that the big man's self-control was hanging by mere shreds. It didn't disturb her. It was fine with Sue if her lover wanted to cum. She knew the first swelling of his cock, as it surrendered to explosion, would drive her to climax. It happened that way with them often, particularly when they were as frantic in their lovemaking as they were now. It was as if they were two sticks of dynamite, both working off the same fuse.