"Right here."

"What about right here?" I grinned.

"In the kitchen nook?" Susan gasped.

"Why not?" I shrugged.

"Deb and I never made love here before..." she blushed.

"We'll clear the table first, of course!" I chuckled.

She bit her lower lip while thinking it over before nodding. "Okay, let's try to conceive a baby in the kitchen!"

After quickly moving the cup, plates, and cutlery off the table, Susan and I stripped off what little clothes we had on. She looked me nervously before her eyes wandered down to my growing erection. "So how are we going to do this?"

"The exact same way we've done for the few days," I replied before grabbing her tiny waist to lift her up. She let out a girlish squeal before I set her down onto the solid hardwood round heirloom pedestal table. Realizing what I had in mind, Susan spread her long, slender legs apart to entice me between them.

I grabbed hold of her legs to keep them wide apart as the length of my shaft rub against her snatch like a bow running along violin strings. "Help me put it in."

Susan reached down between our bodies and her small delicate hand grasped my thick, meaty cock and guided its bulbous tip towards her wet pussy lips.

"God, I'm still not used to having the big, fat cock of yours in me," she moaned as I pushed my hips forward and her unbelievably tight cunt gorged itself on my cock.

"Well, I'm still not used to having my big, fat cock of mine in the tightest pussy!" I smirked after I shoved the last inch of my shaft into her. I let out another groan when she playfully squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles.

She looked up at me with lust in her big, brown doe eyes and begged, "Fuck me, Mike!"

So I did — luckily the tabletop was at the perfect height of my crotch so I didn't need to bend my knees or tippy-toe to get the proper height needed to pound away at her pussy.

It didn't take long for her to reach her first orgasm, which was great for me because it allowed me to slide her body to the center of the table to give me space to climb up and lay on top of her, making sure I didn't crush her petite frame. She hugged me tightly, wrapping her arms and legs around me, when I resumed fucking her.

"Oh... Michael..." she cried against my neck while she began to climax again.

I didn't slow down the tempo of my thrusts when her pussy spasmed around my pistoning cock. If anything, I wanted to fuck her harder and deeper — I unhooked her legs from my waist and latched them on my shoulders so her ass lifted off the table to give me a better angle of penetration. We tested the durability of the table as my cock churned in and out of her frothing cunt. She came two more times before I hit my limit and released thick jets of semen into her (hopefully) fertile womb with a glorious roar.

Susan playfully squeezed my still erect cock with her pussy as she whispered in my ear, "Where are we going to fuck next?"