Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

"It would seem to me that it's just being neighborly to provide help for a man in that fix. Don't you think so?"

She stepped away from him then, loosening her halter and slipping it down her white-arms.

She moved beside him, her tits free, the nipples erect.

"Don't you think so?" she repeated.

"God, yes," he said, reaching for her, his hands clutching her tits, placing his ravenous mouth over one delicious nipple.

"Oh, Mr. Johnson. Your mouth feels so wonderful."

He mumbled something into the flesh of her tits.

"What, darling? I can't hear you. Oh, keep sucking my titties!"

"Ted," he said breathlessly. "Call me Ted."

She was astounded by the force with which he sucked and tongued her tits. She laughed joyously, filled with the sense of her womanly power. She had him in her grip now, her wantonness turning him into a beast, an animal. She would force him to give her the fucking she wanted.

"Darling," she said, taking his head away from her nipples like a mother would do to a suckling child. "Why don't we find someplace more comfortable? After all, it would be nice to enjoy ourselves in comfort."

How could he refuse? The lust blazed in his eyes. He had been holding himself in too long, and the prospect of ramming his prick into her succulent cunt made him her willing slave.

"Shall we go to my bedroom?" she asked.

He stood up, the crotch of his pants poking at her.

Moving behind her, he slipped his arms around her, and took a fleshy tit in each hand. His fingers kneaded her huge tits, tweaking her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.

"I'm not sure I can wait."

She could feel his rigid cock sticking into her ass and she ground her hips against him. Excited by her motion, he began to tongue her ear.

"Oh, God, Mr. John… Ted. Oh, shit. I'm not sure I can wait either."

One hand slipped from her tit and covered her crotch. He massaged the swell of her pussy through the tight pants, pulling her to him, pressing her ass to the front of his pants. His cock seemed to leap even higher.

"Lord, I've got to have you, comfort or not."

"You're just too excited, darling. Maybe I can take the edge off your excitement – why don't we fuck on the floor?"

"What… what do you mean?"

"Just let me go, and I'll show you."

He was reluctant to release her, but her cooing voice, dripping with erotic promise, finally won him over.

His mind refused to grasp fully what was happening to him. It still seemed like some dream. Here was this beautiful nymph offering herself to him. And already his mouth and hands had touched her sacred flesh, had pressed hotly at forbidden places.

She knelt in front of him, undoing his pants. When she reached inside his pants to take out his prick, he realized finally what she was going to do.

He almost unloaded his balls at that moment.

He stared down at her, at the angelic face with the cupid's bow mouth, now puckered as she stroked his pulsing prick.

Wendy was relishing the sight of his hot cock, the thick knob sitting atop the wrist-thick shaft. It was no wonder that Ted's wife was knocked up. With a prick like that, a man could populate the world. And make a lot of women happy in doing it. Thank God she had kept up with her birth-control pills.

"How long is your cock, Ted?" she murmured.

"About eight inches. The length isn't anything to brag about. But it's kinda thick. Angie says it hurts her every time we fuck."

"I'll bet it does. I'm not sure I can get it all in my mouth, but I'm sure in hell going to try."

She smiled up at him. Then her mouth formed into a wide "O" and slipped over the sleek cockhead.

Ted tensed at the feel of her mouth on his cock. Her lips were doing little dances on the sensitive flesh, and her tongue was keeping time by swirling around the coronal ridge. Her tongue suddenly darted to the slit in the head, pressed into it and separated it. She licked up and down his cock, sending a tingling charge coursing through his prick.

He had not expected her to be the talented cock sucker she was. This girl was experienced. Ted Johnson prided himself on his sexual prowess, but this little cock-hungry teenager was certainly going to put him to the test this morning.

"You're not a beginner at this, are you, Wendy?" he said, stroking her long flowing hair. She shook her head, but did not stop licking his prick.

She began to bob on the succulent cock shaft, taking more and more of the thick pole in her mouth with each plunge. Finally she had most of his prick in her mouth. She stopped.

"What's the matter?" he said, disappointed. She had been building up quite a suction with her mouth, and he had felt the first twinges in his nuts as they prepared to spew forth his cock cream.

"Your zipper. It was jabbing my bottom lip. Why don't you take off your pants, and I'll suck your prick all the way off. I might pinch my lip while getting the juice from your prick. Okay?"

What else could he answer? He very much wanted her to drink his jism. He murmured, "Okay."

She helped him with his pants. Finally he stood with prick and balls completely free of clothing.

She whistled.

"Your balls match your cock. You don't believe in medium-sized anything, do you?"

"First class all the way. That's why I like you, Wendy. You're a first-class operator. I think we'll go well together."

Wendy stoked his hairy sac of balls which looked like goose eggs in his scrotum.

"I sure hope so."

She bowed her head and took his cock in her mouth again. She would show him no mercy this time. With the zipper out of her way, she would give him the greatest blow job of all time.

She slowly worked her way back down his massive prick, until she had three fourths of his cock in her mouth. She could feel the swollen cockhead at the back of her mouth filling the channel to her throat. When she plunged forward, it blocked her air passage, and so site had to lime her breathing so that she did not gag.

The hunk of cock meat grew hotter by the instant. That was not so much due to the friction of her lips and tongue as from the blood coursing through his prick. Wendy wondered if it was heated elsewhere in the body before it hurried to his thick prong.

"That's it, baby," he coaxed. "Love's a hot mouth sucking a man's cock. Eat my cock, baby!"

His hands rested at the back of her head, but he applied no pressure. He was letting her take control. Anything he did would only spoil it. She was proud of the trust that men showed in her abilities as a cock sucker. A lot of men would hold a girl to them, afraid at the last crucial moment, with the cockhead twitching and the cum rushing up the shaft, that she would back off and refuse to drink the fuck fluid.

Ted had no worries with Wendy. She loved the taste of semen. And she had drunk it from several different guys, though most of them had been pitifully sparse with their cum. She yearned for a man who could flood her mouth with cum, satisfy her once and for all with a full load. She hoped that Ted's huge balls would gush forth geyser of semen.

"My balls. Squeeze them, Wendy. I'm so close! Milk my nuts, baby!"

She began to stroke his balls. They were hard as they readied for the coming ejaculation. It wouldn't be long now. Wendy's mouth and lips began to suck harder on Ted's delightful cock.

Then it began. It seemed to gather just behind his balls, like pressure in a volcano. She knew the cum had begun its rush even before Ted shouted.

"I'm coming! Drink it, baby! Suck Teddy-Boy all the way off. Aggghhh!"

Like hot lava it spewed forth. It struck the back of her throat, and she began to lick it with her tongue. But the first load was followed by a second and than by a third. Wendy was being drowned by the scalding semen. She began to gulp greedily, taking the cum in great swallows down her throat to rest warmly in the pit of her stomach.