David Crane: Family love

And his cock was like a statue, too.

It was a pillar of granite, a rock-hard tower, a monument to sexual splendor. It was a Cleopatra's Needle of a cock, an Empire State Building of a prick, an Eiffel Tower of erotic magnificence. As she drew his zipper down, it pushed out through the opening, still encased in his white shorts and dragging them out with it so that it was like the white ghost of a cock – but not the ghost of a dead cock, for it was vibrant with life as it rattled the chains of urgency.

Margie opened his belt.

His pants parted wide and his prick dragged the elastic band of his underwear out from his flat belly. She sat back on her heels and gazed at him for a moment.

She licked her lips.

Raymond groaned.

Margie reached out and cupped the balls in her palm, lifting slightly, as if to judge the weight of the creamy load they contained. She licked her lips again, as if judging how that load might taste, as well.

She pulled his underpants out and down, revealing his prick in all its naked splendor. She tucked the elastic under his balls so that all of his tackle was exposed. Again she sat back and looked at him, savoring the sight of that huge cock that she would soon enjoy. Raymond pushed his hips out.

His cock thrust at her like a meaty sword and then rose over her face like a bludgeon.

Her pink tongue slid, across her lips.

"Shall I suck it?" she asked.

Raymond grunted an affirmative, wordless but definite, as if his vocal cords were as tight as his prick.

Margie tilted her head to the side. She looked thoughtful, as if she were wondering if she should suck on that big dick or not, as if contemplating what it would feel like in her mouth and what it would taste like on her tongue. But she already knew that, for she had given him head many times, usually as a prelude to fucking but sometimes as an end in itself, milking him dry and gulping the thick juice down with relish. She was merely teasing him now as she thought about it – and teasing herself, as well, for her mouth was fairly watering for a taste of that meat.

Raymond got his vocal cords working.

"Yes – suck it," he growled.

"Well – maybe," she said.

She leaned closer and folded her fist around the large stalk. She pulled it slowly up and down.

The foreskin folded against the ledge of the knob, then dragged back so that the head flared out, purple and throbbing.

"It does look awfully tasty," she sighed.

"You know damn well what it tastes like," he said.

"Ummm – that's why I'm hungry for it."

Her tongue pushed out, not quite touching him, fluttering just under his pounding knob.

"Drooling for it," she added.

A dreamy expression had come over her face now as she contemplated that meaty feast.

She had decided to suck him off. When she had first arrived she had intended to get fucked right away, but the sight of his massive cock had made her so ravenous that she changed her mind. She knew from delicious experience that Raymond was good for more than one climax and that she could get all the fucking she wanted after she had gobbled a mouthful. It was a situation that suited her very nicely, for Margie loved sucking cocks almost as much as she loved getting screwed, and a man who was good for only one orgasm would not have suited her at all.

She gave him an innocent and demure look – but the glow in her hazel eyes gave the lie to that expression.

"Will you come in my mouth?" she asked, as if she were begging him for a favor.

"Yes," he rasped.

"Oooooh! Will you fill my mouth with a load of hot, thick jism?"

Raymond's cock nodded in response.

"I want to swallow it all," she whispered. "I want to let it pour down my throat and milk your sweet prick dry and empty your balls."

Raymond groaned and staggered, dazed by the rush of blood into his prick. The head of his cock swelled and flared and the thick vein pulsed up the underside of the shaft, while his hairy balls expanded like balloons. He was so hot that he was afraid he might shoot before she had her mouth on him, blowing a creamy geyser into her face from a distance. But Margie was an expert judge of such things, and she was not about to waste his wad.

She touched the tip of her tongue against the underside of his cockhead.

She fluttered it there.

His peckerhead flared like a hooded cobra ready to strike as she lightly licked at the fiery point where the fat vein spread out into the knob.

Dipping lower, she curled her tongue around his balls, feeling the hard nuts shift inside the hairy bag and thinking of the lovely jism that they held for her. Then she began to lap up his shaft, her tongue moving all the way from root to head with delicious concentration.

The cleft in his knob gaped wide open and a trickle of preliminary cum seeped out. The slippery stuff slid sluggishly down his cockhead.

"Ooooh!" Margie gasped, when she saw that quick silvery flow sliding down.

She gathered it up with her tongue and moved her head back for a moment, as she let the delicious stuff slip around on her tastebuds.

Then she swallowed it down, sighing happily.

Raymond was gritting his teeth.

"I can't hold it much longer," he rasped.

But Margie didn't want him to hold it much longer, for she was more than ready for that hot load. She rose up and her lips kissed the tip of his cock lightly, then parted and slowly pushed down as she fed that sweet prick into her face through her slurping lips.

She took the head into her mouth and paused, sucking on the fat lump, enjoying the meat course before she proceeded to milk out the succulent, creamy dessert. Margie gave the best head that Raymond had ever had, and he figured it would be impossible for anyone to do it better. She had a varied technique, changing her style from time to time. Sometimes she would jerk him off into her mouth, sucking on the head while her hand glided up and down the stalk. Other times she would not use her hands at all, but bob her head up and down the full length of his stalk, taking his knob right into her throat. And at still other times, she would use only her tongue, licking at his cockhead until it creamed and then lapping that cream up. Raymond never knew which style she would use at any given time, nor did he care – for he had never decided which gave him the greatest thrill.

Today, she used her mouth alone.

She didn't touch his cock with her hands.

She cupped his balls in one hand and slid the other around to finger his asshole, while her mouth began to pull up and down on his cock, descending lower with each stroke until she was taking all of that long shaft into her head.

She worked slowly and rhythmically, eager for his orgasm but not wanting to rush it because she enjoyed the lingering process.

Her lips were tightly compressed in a collar around his rod, pushing down until they reached his bloated balls and her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair, then dragging up until only his cockhead was in her mouth. Her tongue fluttered back and forth against the underside of his knob and stalk. Her lips sucked and her cheeks hollowed in as she dragged up his cock with attentive adoration.

Raymond's hips thrust, corkscrewing into her face, fucking her in the mouth. He placed his hands behind her head, holding her steady on his cock but not attempting to guide her movements – letting the cock-hungry girl set the pace.

Her head went up and down as if she were bobbing for apples in a barrel, and her tongue curled around like a serpent as it slipped all around his knob and stalk. His cockhead lodged in her throat, then flared in her lips. He was creaming steadily now, not with a full orgasm yet, but with a heavy flow that washed over her tongue and lubricated the action. That preliminary seepage acted as an appetizer and an aphrodisiac at the same time. Margie was drooling down his stalk and then, as her head went down, slurping up saliva and cum in a succulent sauce that excited her so much it made her drool even, more.