Steve Golden - The sitter loves to suck

She opened her mouth, about to ask him point-blank why he'd asked her over. But then there didn't seem to be any point. She had a pretty fair idea. The only question was how soon he'd get around to it, what exactly he had in mind. She sat back and watched him, her heart beating steadily.

"The real problem in our marriage was sex," he said, right on schedule. "Jackie had such old-fashioned ideas about it, you know?"

Lisa smiled softly and said nothing. She leaned back on the couch and her big tits lolled a little to the side inside her tight yellow top. His eyes kept flicking to her nipples, she noticed. The horny stubs stuck up into the fabric like bullets. She was glad she'd worn bright red lipstick and dark-blue eye shadow. It made her feel so much older.

"It was always straight fucking with her, or nothing," he went on, gulping from his glass. "You know all the time we were married she never sucked me off? What do you think of that? No cock-sucking in all that time."

"Mmmmmm," Lisa murmured, pursing her lips. He was sitting on the coffee table, directly in front of her. He watched her carefully the whole time.

"I guess you wonder why I asked you over here tonight," he said. "I suppose you're asking yourself that."

"You want me to suck you off?" she asked, her voice perfectly level. "You want me to take your cock in my mouth and suck it till you shoot. Isn't that it?"

Mr. Robbins choked a little on his drink. "Well… I'm not sure I'd put it like that…"

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not insulted or anything. I'd love to suck you off. But maybe you've had a bit too much to drink already…"

He seemed insulted, and immediately put his glass down on the coffee table beside him. "I'm not the least bit drunk. And if anything, I can get it up better when I've had a few. Why don't I prove it to you?"

Lisa was prepared to set to work right there. She would have leaned over, unzipped him, stuffed his cock in her mouth on the spot. She still hadn't had any real practice, but Robbins didn't seem in any condition to be such of a judge. Besides, he hadn't been sucked off in so long he would probably be satisfied with anything.

He insisted that they retire to the bedroom. Lisa imagined he wanted that so as to insult his wife in some way, and she felt a little uncomfortable at first. But she soon quit worrying. It would be her first sex experience in a proper bed. And for the first time, she would be able to stretch out and enjoy herself. She was determined to use the occasion to learn all she could about cock-sucking.

He stumbled down the hall in front of her, stripping as he went. By the time he flopped on his back on the big double bed he was completely naked, and his big soft cock rolled back against his belly lazily. He propped himself up on pillows and spread his legs, waiting for her. He was tanned and muscular, she was pleased to see.

"You want me to undress too, I suppose?" she smiled, kicking off her shoes.

"Of course, you silly girl. You think I'd pass up a chance to see those big beautiful tits of yours?"

Lisa unzipped her jeans and forced them down her slender brown legs. Her pretty blue panties stretched in a tiny triangle across her crotch. For a few seconds she paused and let him stare at her just like that, in her panties and T-shirt. Then she crossed her arms, hauled the T-shirt off over her head, let her big tits bounce free on her chest.

She heard his intake of breath, and after she'd tossed her shirt to one side she hefted her tits in her palms for him, lifted them, flicked the stiff brown nipples with her thumbs. Then she bent over and let her tits dangle free while she peeled off her pretty panties. Her tits hung down like heavy ripe fruit and swung gently from side to side.

"Jesus Christ," he murmured from the bed. His eyes moved from her swaying tits to the beautiful triangle of blonde pussy hair at her crotch. He began breathing heavily.

Lisa clambered onto the bed, giggling, and John made a space for her between his legs. She scooted down, till her face was inches from his limp prick. She stared at his balls and at the long soft cock angling off across his lower belly. She planted her hands on the insides of his thighs and spread them farther apart.

"Lick my balls. Use your mouth on them," he murmured. He glared at her painted young face surrounded by the ringlets of fluffy blonde hair.

She smiled at him, leaned down, and touched one of his hairy balls with the tip of her tongue. His ball shifted slightly in its crepe pouch, rolled softly against its partner. And she followed it, forcing the ball gently this way and that with her tongue, playing with it. After a few seconds she began playing with the other bloated ball.

"That's nice. Oh yes," he muttered, watching her. "Use your tongue on my balls like that. Lick them."

With long slow sweeps of her tongue, Lisa did as she was told, scraping his balls this way and that. Then she opened her mouth wider, planted her red lips against one ball in a soft wet kiss. When she drew back, a red circle of lipstick gleamed on his ball sac. She glanced up at him and smiled, her eyes teasing.

"You like licking my balls?" he asked.

But she didn't answer. Her mouth had fallen over his other ball and taken it completely inside.

She was sucking his ball, rolling it back and forth on her tongue and bathing it in the warm juices of her mouth. The skin of his ball sac stretched taut as she tugged gently with her lips. Her tongue curled every which way on his balls, circling it, teasing it, hefting it. Her big blue eyes stared up over his limp cock into his face, judging his reaction.

Suddenly his prick gave a mighty roll and ended up on the other side of his belly, angled up an inch into the air. She spat out his ball and smiled, her eyes full of fun. Then she sank her mouth down again and slipped the other ball between her glossy red lips. Together they watched his cock inch its way up into the air in a series of quick twitches.

"Jesus, girl, you really know how to use that mouth, you know? I've never had my balls sucked like this before."

Lisa felt her heart swell with pride. She had no real experience with this sort of thing, yet she was doing so well. She was pleasing him! She was giving him something that his wife, a much older woman, didn't give him. And she was doing it in the family bedroom. She began to feel quite adult and mature.

Whatever she was doing was obviously having its effect. A big ugly blue vein in the side of his cock was throbbing, and steadily his prick was lifting itself into the air, angling up and up as if it were attached to wires. The cock was thickening, growing longer, shifting back so that it pointed up over his navel. And all without her touching, his cock! She had done all this with her mouth on his balls.

"Oh girlie, oh girlie," he croaked, still watching her tensely. "You're going to have quite a bit of cock to handle."

This was true, Lisa realized, and she decided she'd better get started before his prick was too huge. His hard-on already seemed to stretch for more than eight inches over the hairy plain of his belly. Folds of skin had peeled off his purple cockhead and left it shining like a wet mushroom.

She spit out his steaming ball and began working up from the base of his prick, scraping her tongue over the thick root of his cock and licking from side to side. She didn't use her hands on him, just her mouth and tongue, and his cock tilted this way and that as she nudged it. The whole time she kept her eyes locked on his face.

"Oh girlie, oh girlie," he moaned. He had propped himself up on his elbows and was glaring at her wildly.

Lisa dipped her head from side to side and wrapped her lips over the trunk of his cock. Greasy red lipstick smudged off onto the cockshaft. Her tongue flicked all over his cock, tickling and teasing. And his prick continued to grow, stiffening into a steel bar that threw a shadow across his belly. She could feel every vein and ridge in the cock's surface with her tongue.