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CHAPTER SIX

Barbara Roland truly loved a mouthful of hot cock and had often been told by grateful men that she gave the best head they had ever received, much to her delight.

She never rushed the job.

Although bringing a man off in her mouth was the culmination of the act, and the most enjoyable part, she was never in a hurry to reach that climax and liked to enjoy a long, leisurely feast of cock before the ultimate, creamy results.

Now she proceeded slowly, tantalizing the horny boy, teasing him and herself and her husband by the gradual fashion in which she approached the happy task.

She began to lick all around his cock and balls without actually making contact with either.

Her nimble tongue slipped up the insides of his thighs and swept over his belly and rustled through his thick cock hair like a soft, pink rodent through the undergrowth as she laved all around his meaty cock and swollen balls.

"Ummm, ummmm, ummmm," she whimpered.

She felt an actual, physical hunger for the young man's tasty cock. Her tongue was tingling, her tastebuds aroused, her mouth watering for that hot prick.

She was abandoned to passion now, half-crazed by the lust that surges up when a devoted cocksucker is presented with a big, suckable cock.

Although she was enjoying the preliminary teasing, she could wait no longer. She felt that she simply had to have a taste of that succulent cock.

She used only her tongue, at first fucking it out, she tapped tentatively at the underside of his cockhead, at the sensitive spot where the thick, darkly veined shaft merged with the flaring wedge of the crown. She fluttered the tip of her tongue over his cock. His cum was dribbling down the slopes of his knob and her tongue gathered the delicious jism up.

Sitting back on her heels, she let the drops of cum slide around on her tastebuds for a moment, like a wine taster judging a fine vintage.

"Ummm, yummy," she whispered.

Her golden head ducked in again. She began to tongue his balls, loving the way his hard nuts jiggled around inside the hairy sac. She lifted his balls and swept her tongue under the sac. Then she began to lap up his cock with long, fluid strokes, running her tongue all the way from his balls to his cockhead with every long slurp. She lapped him that way a dozen times or more, then began to criss-cross her tongue back and forth as it rose and fell up his thick, pulsating cock.

Buck had begun to moan steadily, his eyes glazed and his throat surging as he fought for breath.

Jack was panting like a steam engine as he enjoyed the sight of his wife's hot tongue sliding over the boy's fiery cock and balls.

Once more she altered her movements. She used her lips now, tilting her head sideways and fitting her parted mouth around the underside of his cock and running her lips up and down the stalk as if she were playing a meaty flute.

Buck began to hump, fucking up and down through her pursed lips, not in her mouth yet, but with every confidence that he would wind up there. She obviously wanted to drink his jism every bit as much as he wanted to feed it to her.

Then, arching her neck gracefully, she rose up and fitted her lips on the tip of his prick.

Buck went rigid.

He was frozen by ecstasy as he realized that the moment was at hand. His loins were pushed forwards, his legs slightly spread, his narrow ass taut with potential energy. His head was tilted down as he gazed at the woman who knelt before him. He looked at his big cock, rising up to her face like some great, meaty cable mooring her mouth to his balls like a ship to a dock.

Barbara kissed the weeping tip of his prick.

Her soft, moist lips fluttered over his fiery cockhead, kissing lightly at first, then more passionately. Cum drooled from his cockhead, slipping onto those sweet, soft lips like melted ivory onto red velvet.

Her tongue slid across, gathering those succulent drops of cum into her mouth. Her lips parted. Her head bobbed slowly down.

She began to take him into her mouth, very slowly, prolonging the joy of the initial contact as her head went down inch by inch over his throbbing cockhead. That great slab of cock vanished into her mouth little by little, her lips spreading around it, tight as a collar compressed lovingly over his cockhead.

She was purring like a cat at a cream bowl. Her breath and that happy, rumbling sound vibrated down his taut prick and tingled against his balls, causing them to ripple and swell.

"Oh!" the boy gasped, beside himself with the wondrous sensation, the thrill driving through him as if it had been hammered in – spikes and nails of joyful feeling pounded through his flesh and piercing his very spirit.

Only half of his cockhead and none of his shaft was in her mouth, but already the horny youth was experiencing the greatest thrill he had ever known.

Hearing that gasp of pure pleasure, Barbara smiled happily, pleased to know that she was bringing the boy such delight. The realization increased her own pleasure in the act and made the mouthful all the more desirable. Her lips turned up as she smiled around his cockhead and her tongue began to glide around under the knob, swooping and curling. Ribbons of cum streamed down onto her tongue and trickled back into her cheeks and gullet.

She sighed, "Ahhhhhh…"

Then his whole cockhead slipped into her mouth and her lips clamped tightly closed around the thick shaft, just below the bulging wedge of his cockhead.

Holding only his cockhead in her mouth, so that his stalk stood out like a great bolt between her lips and his balls, she began to suck steadily on his big, hot, dripping prick. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked and billowed out as she blew down his cock. Her face was a sinful mask of pure lust.

Although Buck was not coming yet, his sturdy young prick was flowing so heavily that a less experienced cocksucker might have supposed that he was coming already. Heavy gouts and spurts came from his cockhead. Barbara drank some. The rest, mingled with her saliva, overflowed her lips and trickled down his iron hard cock, pooling at his balls.

She looked at her husband.

Jack was almost hypnotized by lust as he watched his wife give head to the eager lad. He was staring at her lips, seeing the way they unfolded around the boy's fat prick and thrilled at the sight of the boy's jism as it streamed down his cock. The hot, thick love juice was bubbling out onto his wife's tongue before it escaped and ran down his prick.

When Barbara glanced at him, he gave her a smile of compliance and encouragement. When her eyes gazed back at the cock before her, that smile remained fixed idiotically on Jack's face, his countenance frozen into immobility, the muscles that controlled his expression as taut and stiff as his prick.

Jack guessed that, all things considered, there was nothing more thrilling than the sight of his lovely wife with a mouthful of creaming cock. If it was kinky or perverted to enjoy such a sight, that was just too bad. It was far too wonderful to forego simply to comply with the labels society placed upon it.

His breath steaming out like a locomotive, the man leaned closer as he enjoyed the voyeuristic thrill.

Now Barbara started to move lower on the boy's rampant prick, pushing her mouth down inch by inch and running his cockhead back into her throat. The wet, slippery sheath of her mouth lowered over his cock, descending toward his balls. His cock was not as large as her husband's and she knew that she would have no trouble taking every inch of his sweet prick into her throat. And she wanted every precious inch, too. Down she went, until his cockhead lodged in her throat and then, opening her gullet, she let the tip slip right down her throat. She had swallowed it all now. Every inch was buried in her mouth and his cock had disappeared.

Her nose nestled in the wiry field of his cock hair and her chin pressed against the swollen sac of his balls. She held that full penetration for a moment, enjoying the thrill of having a mouthful of cock. She wanted the youth to savor the sensation of having every inch of his horny young prick buried in a mouth.

She didn't use her hands. Her hands were on his flanks, holding his pelvis steady. She knew that she could bring him off faster if she frigged his prick while she sucked on it, jerking him off into her mouth, but she was in no hurry to end this pleasure. She wanted to do it all with tier lips and tongue and cheeks, without manual assistance.

He was a virgin!

The thought thrilled her every bit as much as the taste of his cock. The boy had never shot his cum into a woman and Barbara was going to be the lucky woman who drank his first load and it was as exciting psychologically as it was physically. Her mouth was watering so much that saliva poured onto his balls as she savored his prick and anticipated his cum.

She began to bob her head up and down. She rose up, lips compressed over the contours of his prick, until only his cockhead remained encased in her mouth, sucking and slurping lovingly on every inch.

Then she pushed down again, feeding it all into her ravenous mouth, while her nimble tongue switched and danced back and forth against the underside of his cockhead and shaft, tracing the swollen vein and fluttering under the knob.