Victoria Parker: She sits and sucks

"Oh, nooooo!" she moaned.

His hands went behind her. He clutched her ass, pinched his fingers into the smooth, bald, round asscheeks. His mouth was like a vacuum cleaner on her cunt.

"Nooo, don't!" Sue protested.

But her helpless plea only urged him on. He slurped greedily on her delicious young pussy, licking the thick strands of brown hair, slithering his tongue up and down her juicy slit, sucking, licking, eating.

Sue couldn't stand it. She loved the feeling that vibrated through her. She looked down, saw Mr. Brown chewing on her pussy, and the sight of it excited her like she had never thought possible.

She bent over slightly at the waist and put her hands flat on his shoulders for balance.

"Sir, you shouldn't be doin'… doin'… ohhh, ah, ah, that!"

But he was, of course, slurping her cunt there in the kitchen in the dawn of a new day… a new day on the calendar and a new day for young Susan.

His tongue knew what to do, and soon Sue was cumming again. A rumble of pleasure shuddered through her. She tossed her head back, pushed her hips instinctively forward, grinding her cunt onto his mouth and slushing tongue.

"Ah, jeeeeeez!" she groaned.

He chewed and gobbled wildly on her sweet pussy, and Sue let the ripples of climax crash through her as though a huge wave were breaking on the shore. She was overwhelmed with good feelings.

His hands cupped her marvelous ass. His mouth sucked her cunt. Sue shook all over, her tanned body sizzling with a feeling that she would remember forever.

Mr. Brown got up. Sue stumbled backward, weak, still tingling.

"I want you to jerk my prick," he whispered, pushing her down into a chair at the table.

He stood over her, his cock handsome, huge, dangerous.

"I never done nothin' like that, Mr. Brown." "Here, I'll show you," he said.

He took her hand, placed it on his prick and showed her how to get a good grip.

"Now, just pump in and out," he whispered. "Should I really, I mean… Mrs. Brown might come in and stuff, sir.

"Just pump it, Sue! Pump me off!" "But, God, Mr. Brown…"

"Can't you see how it needs it… my prick needs a good pumpin', Sue," he blurted.

Sue had never heard talk like this. It strangely excited her. She looked at the huge cucumber-like cock, marveled at the goopy cum bubbling on the tip.

He reached down and moved her arm, showed her how to jerk on his prick.

"Like this?" Sue asked, her voice a whisper. She lifted up to the edge of the chair. Mr. Brown set his feet apart, bent his knees, humped down. He reached out, cupped her tits in the bra, pulled the big fluffies out over the top.

"Ohhh, wow!" he gasped.

He fondled, caressed, tenderly explored their firm roundness, their pointed tips.

"They're big, Sue," he murmured. She jerked slowly on his big cock. "Am I doin' it right, Mr. Brown?"

"Yes, yes!" he gulped.

He was humped over in front of her. Sue had an overhand grip on his cock. She pumped in and out with slow jack-strokes.

"Here," Mr. Brown said, reaching to the table. "Stick your hand in this butter dish and get a bunch. Use that to slick it up real good."

He took the lid off the butter dish. Sue reached over and dug out a huge ball of soft, mushy butter. She brought her hand back to his lovesick cock. She spread the butter all up and down the throb-hard stalk.

"Like this?"

"Yes."

"Put butter on your boner?"

"Yes, just like that, then pump."

Sue buttered his cock, then she did pump. Now her hand slicked easily in and out, along the length of the enormous prick.

"Yeah, yeah!" he moaned with delight. "That's good, Sue! That's real good!"

"Jeez," she whispered, watching her own jerk-action, amazed at how hard his butter-slick cock was.

"Butter fuck it!" he cried.

"Ooooh, jeeeez!" Sue whimpered, shocked by his words, but thrilled at the same time. "Butter fuck it?"

"Uh-huh… faster, Sue!"

"Okay, I'll go fast."

She did. She picked up the stroke. She pounded his thick prick. She hammered on it. She thumped in and out. Her hand glided easily along the buttered cock. Her hand-job mixing with the slushy butter made slurping, gushy sounds as she masturbated Mr. Brown.

"Ohhh, Sue.., that's soooo good!" Mr. Brown chirped, gleefully, passionately.

Sue reached out and got another gob of butter with her free hand. She slapped the goop to his cock, clutched on with a two-handed hammer pump and jerked wildly.

She sat on the edge of the chair, her back straight, her lovely tits up over her bra, jerking as fast as she could on Mr. Brown's big butter slick prick.

"Yes, yes," he moaned.

Then he stiffened. Sue felt his thick prick balloon in her hands, felt the throbbing pulse, saw the big red head bulge.

Thick, foamy cream spewed out, a hot flow of cum that shot at Sue. She ducked her head to one side. A gob of jizz splashed on her cheek. More cum slished on her tits.

She pumped furiously.

Mr. Brown shuddered, shook uncontrollably as he was gripped by a sizzling climax.

"Sue, honey!" he whispered. "Sue, darling!" "Jeeeez!" was all Sue could say, as she watched in complete and utter wonder at the gooping eruption that sprayed from Mr. Brown's brick-hard prick.

She milked him until he couldn't spit anymore cum out. Her hands were so slick with cum and butter that she thought she'd never get it off.

Sue had stopped masturbating Mr. Brown's big cock, but she kept her lathered hands clutched around the massive stalk, and she found that when she squeezed more thick cream would spill out of the beautiful bulb-head.

Mr. Brown was still shaking, still huffing and puffing his passion as he crested with his fabulous climax. Sue had a hunk of cum clinging to her peach cheek-and her tits, in the cleavage, held a puddle of juice.

Her pink panties were creamy and hot. She loved holding the rigid, spitting, throbbing cock. It was such a fantastic new experience for the lovely lass. She had managed to get her panties back in place after Mr. Brown munched her cunny. Now she wished she had them down again, had her fingers in her pussy, because she was hot and ready for more cumming.

She continued to hold the squirting cock. Mr. Brown finally heaved a long, low sigh. Sue felt his prick soften in her hands. She let go.

"That was fabulous, Sue! I'll never forget this night," he whispered.

"I better get to bed now, huh?" she whispered back.

She still eyed his handsome prick, amazed at how thick and round it was, how long.

"I suppose you should go back upstairs, but I really would like to fuck you, Sue," Mr. Brown said blatantly.

"Whew, jeez, I never done-that… and I better not, you know?" Sue cooed, rising from the chair.

She went to the sink and wiped her hands on a hand towel hanging from the wall.

She turned and Mr. Brown had his prick in his hand, slowly stroking it.

"You're not… you're not gonna do that… are you?" she gasped.

"What?"

"You know."

"No, what, Sue?"

"Well, play with it and stuff." "Masturbate it, jerk my prick?" "Yeah, like that… oh, gee, Mr. Brown…oh hey, you shouldn't do that, should you?" "Why not?"

"I dunno, I guess…"

"It feels good when I do this, Sue." "Real good?"

"Like when you masturbate, Sue, when you finger yourself. You do that, don't you?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Sue snapped.

Sue leaned back against the sink and watched with rapt fascination as Mr. Brown hitchhiked his hand on his cuke-cock.

She'd never seen a man masturbate before. There was a thrilling, enigmatic excitement about it she couldn't explain, couldn't put her finger on right then-unless it was her own little clitty, she thought.