David Crane: Between mother and son

Here, in the clear light of clay, she was getting as good a look as a girl could want. Seeing handsome Mike jacking his own cock was a tremendous turn on.

Her eyes crossed as she gazed at his bloated, bulging, throbbing cockhead, watching that meaty purple slab come flaring from his fist on the back stroke.

His pisshole was spilling out plenty of preliminary spunk. The slime dribbled down his stalk, greasing up his cock for his rapidly stroking hand. The vein writhing up the underside was as fat as her little finger.

Her fingers were itching for a touch of his cock and balls. Her eyes glowed as she gazed at his sex tackle and her mouth was watering as well.

She even timidly moved one hand closer to his groin, hoping that he might snatch it up and clamp it onto his smoking hot prick. She was too nervous and shy to initiate the contact, but she sure as hell wouldn't take much coning to replace his fist with her own.

She was eager to jerk him off, at least. But Mike didn't seem to notice. Melissa tried to look as willing as she could, without actually telling him so or simply grabbing his cock. She arched her slim back, hiking her tits up, and she ran her moist tongue across her lips. Her lovely little face was contorted by desire.

"M-Mike…" she whispered timidly. She paused, leaving her lips slightly parted. And still he failed to realize that Melissa was not the cockteaser he thought she was. His mind was made up on that point and he was too hiding bound to understand.

Concentrating on the self abuse at hand, Mike wasn't even looking at her lustful face. He was staring down at his own thundering prick.

His balls were laid heavily on her curly cunt mound, swelling huger all the time. Through the flimsy material of her panties, she could feel his cum load sloshing around inside those big, bloated bags.

She craned her neck, lifting her head and bringing her face up before his loins. She had her gaze glued to the foaming head of his cock and only a fool could have failed to notice her willingness and fascination.

But this fucker was a fool, deluded by his own false premise and pounding his own prick in self-contained and self-serving attention.

It didn't take long – not nearly long enough to suit the girl, who was frustrated at being left out of it, yet enjoying her ringside seat, nevertheless.

His hand and wrist had fallen into the familiar rhythm and his prick, well-accustomed to this pumping action, was responding with gusto. Goo poured out, trickling down his prick, soaking over his balls and seeping through the material of Melissa's panties to mat her aunt bush. Thick gobs snapped from his knob and splattered en her naked belly.

"Arghhhh!" he growled.

Her eyes went wide, and so did her mouth. "Gonna hose you down, scumbag!" he snarled, abusing her in his churlish fashion. "Show you, cockteaser! Gonna use you for a slime rag!"

She wasn't insulted, however. The prospect was causing her to tremble. Her cunt was simmering, juicing into the tiny crotch of her bikini panties. Her nipples were standing up like pink gumdrops, her palms were itching and her fingers were tingling.

She was drooling like a dog and her hot tongue was sizzling in her own saliva.

"Here it cums, pig!" he rasped.

"Ooooooh!" Melissa squealed. But if Mike even, heard that little whimper of anticipation through the pounding of his own blood in his ears, he must have assumed that it was a groan of dismay, a pica for him to aim his prick some other way.

The foolish wanker slammed his fist down to the root of his pulsating prick and his balls exploded like a bomb on her curly cunt shelf. His fat cock gave a violent jolt as the steaming juice came spurting up through the hollow core of that meaty tube.

Then his frothy white jizz was squirting out, as thick as condensed milk.

His first geyser came with his cock angled up like a howitzer. The stuff cascaded high into the pine-scented air, hanging suspended for an instant, like some sperm-firm white cloud floating in the sky. Then the heavy dose dropped down to splash onto the teenager's tummy.

Melissa gasped. His spunk was so hot that she thought it would blister her belly.

Mike, grimacing, his face demented by lust, angled his wrist and levered his stiff cock down, his ass hiking up on the far end of his hard-on.

His second spurt showered her up thrust tits, foaming into her cleavage, washing over her firm mounds, swirling around the peaks of her nipples.

A steaming stream skimmed up and sloshed into the hollow of her fluttering throat.

Melissa whined and dropped her head down, her chin levered onto her breastbone and her face right in front of the exploding head of his cock. Her mouth was open and her tongue was looped out over her lower up and her eyes were misty with passion. Cock sucker's lust was plainly written on her countenance.

But silly Mike never realized that he could have shoved his cock into that willing maw and finished his hand job in a more agreeable fashion. When he saw her drop her head, he thought she was averting her face to avoid his slime, squinting to get out of range.

He pumped back hard, groaning, and another creamy jism jet squirted right into her radiant face.

Cum streaked her chin and cheeks and bubbled on her tongue and lips. Her lapper whipped across her mouth, switching like a sinuous tail. Her taste buds were going crazy as the flavor of hot fuck juice registered on her tongue.

A final squirt sprayed her face and his cock stopped spurting under such pressure. He kept on hammering up and down, milking out the dregs in trickles that seeped down his prick and onto her panties.

Empty, his balls were slack on her cunt mound, and his cock began to droop, slowly sinking down from a rampant rod to a meaty coil.

Even softening, his prick looked scrumptious, all slathered with thick spunk. It still wasn't too late to put it in her mouth. Melissa would have gladly sucked the residue from his cock and polished his knob to a luster.

But Mike failed to seize the moment. He bent his cock down and wiped it off on her panties. Then he sat back on his heels and began to stuff his prick back into his pants and zipper up his fly.

Melissa watched mournfully.

She hated to see that lovely cock tucked away, untouched and unstated. Mike thought her wistful look was one of disgust at his actions. Now that his balls were drained, he looked a bit embarrassed and sheepish for having given himself a hand job in her presence.

"Serves you right, slime bucket," he hissed. She just looked at him longingly. She was coated with cum from her groin to her cheeks, glazed with Mike's congealing goo. He snorted in scorn. He hoped that the cock teasing bitch had gotten some right in her fucking mouth, not knowing that she had, deliberately and deliciously.

Then he stood up, his legs shaky and trembling. Shooting her a last look of sneering satisfaction, modified somewhat by his own shame, he walked away.

Melissa lay there on his varsity sweater, wondering if he had purposefully forgotten it so that he would have an excuse to see her again. But this first casual encounter had been only a modified success, at best. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to see Mike Jarman again.

But she was sure of one thing.

She wanted to see lots of guys jerking off, now that she knew what a thrill it was. She wanted to let them finish off in her mouth, as well.

Lying back, she let the last trickles of his jism slide around on her tongue, and then swallowed the mouthful. She cupped her hands and scooped slime from her tits, lapping the stuff from her palms. Cum was even more scrumptious than she had expected it to be. She knew that she had a real treat in store for her the next time she was out on a date. She was eager to have some guy shoot in her mouth, knowing cum would be even more yummy when she drank it right from the source. It didn't even matter who the guy happened to be, as long as he had a big prick and plenty of spunk.