Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

“One gets so uncomfortable in clothes, after going nude about the house, don't you think?” she said softly. “Oh, definitely. I agree. If you are used to going nude, you should be natural all the time. Don't let me deter you from your comfort,” he murmured, his cock now pushing out the cloth of his pants in a huge tent. “It looks like you are uncomfortable, also. Shall we both become natural?” she suggested. And with a little laugh, she rose and slipped the bra off, allowing her full tits to swing free. He gasped at the fruity sight, the large nipples full and desirous, and the bobble and weave of the enticing, mouthwatering glands. “Right on.” He grinned, and eagerly began to remove his shirt. In a very few minutes they were both naked, and eyeing each other with obvious pleasure. “You are a very handsome man, Mr. Hank Truman,” she said demurely. She was grasping her beer in one hand and idly caressing a plump breast with the other. Her nipples were hard and peaking, large and full in her excitement. She shifted so he could get a good look into her crotch area. “Well, thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.” He grinned again and leaned back, sipping on his beer. His cock swung out as he looked at her, pointing up and out and then, hardening fully, stood arched back against his belly. She admired it; about seven and a half inches, she thought, and thick enough to fill a woman's cunt nicely. But not as nicely as Tim. She put her beer down arid warmed her hands between her thighs and then scooted close to him. “I like what I see,” she murmured. “May I get better acquainted with him?” “Oh, by all means.” Hank sprawled a bit more, opening his thighs, so she could have better access to his cock. His balls were huge, larger than Tim's even, she noticed, and the sac was tightening with the excitement that ran through his loins. She reached out and kissed his chest and then tongued his nipples, until the little centers stood up like bee-bees. He breathed heavily and caressed her tits, making them swing and tremble. She murmured and slid her lips on down his body, tonguing his belly-button, licking the depression and then down until her tongue was darting out to touch the knob of his throbbing cock.

She teased him a bit, licking his cock, running her slick tongue about the head, rimming it and tonguing the little piss-hole delicately. Then she lapped on down the length of his thick shaft and to the balls. Cupping them gently in her hands she licked them and then, opening her mouth widely, she gently ingested first one and then the other, rolling it about in her mouth. It made him jerk and tremble, and fearing she was bringing him pain, she let them slide out of her mouth and ran her tongue up the shaft again. “Where is your daughter this morning?” she asked him, slowly jerking him off, loving the feel of his cock, the enormous size of the strutted knob at the end, the little line of clear, lubricating juice that ran down out of the little slit to smear stickily upon her fist. “Oh, she and that garage attendant, Jerry, are out fishing on the lake,” he answered, his hips still heaving gently in a fuck-motion, making his cock slip up and down in her fist. “Better watch out for that Jerry,” she murmured, her mouth poised above the purple knob, forming into a beautiful round O, prior to letting the bulk of it slip into her hot, moist mouth. “Cherry can take care of herself,” he murmured, pushing upward, so that his knob rubbed gently against her lips, smearing them with the liquid oozing from the slit. “He gets fresh with her, she'll heave him over to take a swim with the fish.”

Mara thought, I'll bet. That Jerry probably has his beautiful cock up her slot right now. But she did not voice her opinion. Her attention was now taken up with an entirely different matter. She decided to give this man a head-job that would be the experience of his life.

She decided to do the deep suck-job on Hank and make him realize that she was someone to contend with in the sex department. Tim would be gone for an hour or more and that was more than enough time to suck and fuck this handsome devil. So she pushed him into the position she desired, and stretched herself in the position needed to angle her throat the right way, so the big, thick knob would slide down her throat. She began to lick his cock slowly, running her tongue around the rim of the cockhead and over the surface. He grunted and strained in her grasp, his loins roiling with the rise of his cum. He gasped as she slowly slid her lips down over the thickened knob and then, opening widely, took it all into her mouth. “God, you sure are good at that,” he exclaimed, his body trembling with his excitement. She murmured unintelligibly, for her mouth was filled with cock. Her tongue roved it and her cheeks sucked in to rub against the sensitive nerve-ends. He quivered and gasped and his hands came down to hold her head. She eased her mouth downward, feeling the thick vein underneath with her lower lip, and purposely scraping the surface of the area back of the knob with her teeth. He threw his head back and almost bit his lips as he agonized against the power of her suction. Her head eased further down the thickened shaft, and she knew that in one or two more descending moves, she would be all the way there. The thick knob was nosing against the back of her throat now, and she was struggling with her gag reflex, conquering it, so that the thick shaft could slip on down her gullet. She breathed slowly and deeply through her nostrils, controlling her urge to gag.

Then the urge was gone and she felt the slickened, tough, swollen muscle slip an inch further, and the head was lodged where she wanted it. Now it would slip the rest of the way without any problem.

She eased up on her swallowing his cock momentarily, resting, caressing his balls and tickling the insides of his thighs. “Are you going to take it all the way in your throat?” he asked. She nodded. “Go, girl, go! I have never had that done. Do it to me, honey, do it!” Mara was in the throes of sexual stimulation and excitement herself. It never failed to bring her to a peak of sexual sensitiveness whenever she sucked a cock. The hot feel of it, solid and thick on her mouth and throat, the oozing of the slightly salty-tasting pre-cum and lubrication juice, the smell of the sweat and cologne the man used, the close presence of the wrinkled sac and the life-spurting balls, all made her hot and needing, and caused her to be able to reach climax with merely a pressure upon her clit.

She was rapidly approaching that state now. The knob of his cock was well within her throat. She began to run her mouth up and down the stem, causing the head to fuck in and out of her throat, as though entering a secret cunt. She cupped his balls and squeezed them gently and he thrust deeply into her, grunting with the ecstasy of the moment. She reached under and began to twiddle her well-developed clitoris, thrust out and up between the swollen folds of her cunt-lips.

Tim was back from the woods. It was hot and sultry down among the bushes and trees, and had caused him to sweat profusely. He dumped the limbs he had cut on the ground at the side of the small shed at the back of the house. He replaced the scout hatchet in the shed.

Then, going to the outside shower, he proceeded to slip out of his boxer shorts, and to shower, loving the cool, fresh tingle of the water as it cascaded down over his brown body. He smelled the odor of the woods about him yet, and loved the scent of the wild fern and pine. It was turning out to be a wonderful summer. And what with his Mom giving him all the cunt and head he wanted, what more could a growing boy want? At the thought of his mother and his free access to her exciting body, his huge cock swung out and began to harden.