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his fingers pressed deep and his thumb flicked lightly across her nut-hard little bud.
    She wasn’t conscious of moving forward, but she did, and unbidden her lips slowly peeled apart and her mouth closed around the end of the shaft, her tongue flickering across the smooth top as she leaned further towards him, swallowing him down to where her fist grasped him halfway along the shaft.
    â€˜Arrr,’ he grunted his approval, and his fingers stiffened inside her.
    â€˜Uurrgghhle...’ she gurgled, as the sensations flooded her groin and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm clutching the muscles at the top of her thighs. Suddenly it became very important to come at once, and she indicated this by sucking hungrily, pulling the erection into her mouth, licking and sucking at the very tip as her fist began steadily pumping, flicking the leathery foreskin over the rounded helmet while at the same time flexing her hips against his hand.
    The old bloke was perfectly still, not moving a muscle, luxuriating in the sensations as Susie’s naughty mouth sucked wetly on his knob and her hot pussy ground down on his rigid fingers, firmly fixed in place now as she grabbed his wrist and held his hand still so she could thrust herself against it, hips rising and falling as she worked the two fingers in and out, her head bobbing, and her juices flowing freely between the two intruders, soaking her panties.
    There was a minute, perhaps a little longer, in which they stayed like that, the old man stock still, Susie squirming on the bed, hips grinding, head nodding, both of them totally absorbed in the feelings that grew and grew; oblivious to the traffic outside, the radio playing somewhere across the street, or the whine of a Jumbo six miles overhead. For them there was just semi-darkness, the intimate squelching as her body moved against his, and the thunder of their pulses in their own ears.
    Then the old man’s cock stiffened even further, if that was possible, and thickened. It grew in her fist and stretched her lips, and she felt the fluid pumping up its length just before the viscous spray burst into her mouth, and every time it jerked and pulsed in her fingers another jet splashed onto her tongue and she locked her thighs around his hand, clamping it against her as the muscles deep inside squeezed his fingers in a series of long, slow waves of release.
    As her body slumped she held him in her mouth, rubbing and licking and squeezing as she always did, waiting for it to go soft... but it didn’t.
    It lost the extra dimensions it had gained in the few moments before it had erupted so copiously, but otherwise he remained as hard as a teenager who’d found his father’s secret stash of adult magazines. She leaned back, and there it was, still as stiff and straight as ever, glistening in the gloom. As she looked up curiously at him, he turned his watery pink eyes on her, and pushed one knee onto the bed between hers, spreading apart the thighs that were still holding his hand at her groin, two fingers still deep in the heated wetness of her body.
    â€˜Reckon I’ll do yer now,’ he hissed, and with no further ceremony he pulled his fingers from her, folded her skirt up around her waist, tugged the wet gusset of her knickers to one side, pressed her down into the mattress, and fed himself straight inside her vulnerable pussy.
    She was so shamefully wet and ready his erection sank into her body and thumped solidly home, knocking the breath from her in a loud gasp – a mixture of surprise and arousal.
    â€˜Ar,’ he grunted again, and then pulled out, leaving her cold and empty. Then she felt her flesh spread wide as he pushed vigorously back into her.
    â€˜Aaah!’ she sighed, and the sound had barely escaped her lips than he was gone again. ‘Aaah!’ she squealed, louder and more urgently as he rammed in once more. ‘Aaah... aaah... aaah...’ she gasped rhythmically as he