knew-as long as I wouldn't squeal to my old man or anything. So I assured her that everything would be cool and she told me to follow her to her bedroom.
'When we got inside the bedroom, she started pulling her top up slowly, revealing those big tits. I never thought that nipples were so big, but she sure changed that idea in a hurry. She had the longest one's I'd ever seen-it looked to me that they were longer than an inch, but then a lot of that was due to my excitement at seeing them. I think the outside rims (areola) must've been bigger than most girls' tits. Just like eggs-sunny side up.
'She sat down on the bed, tits flopping down almost to her knees, and motioned me over. I think I tripped over my feet, I was so intense on those mothers of hers. When I got over to the bed, Marge reached out and grabbed my hands and pulled me down on her. Next thing I know, I'm staring straight into the front end of a Cadillac. Somehow I just started my tongue going-instinct or something, and right from there my famous mouth got its start. While I captured one of her tits In between my teeth, Marge started laughing to beat hell and said that she could tell I was a natural born lover.
'She let me have my way for a little while, just smothering my face in those big pink pillows, my tongue working overtime all around them. It was a real trip, the way they were soft and yet firm at the same time, sort of springy like.
'I could feel my prick getting stiff inside my jeans, and she must have sensed my arousal 'cause she pushed me back and I fell to my knees so that I was kneeling on the floor between her legs. She then hooked her thumbs in her shorts and started pushing them down slowly. Pretty soon, it was obvious that Marge wasn't wearing any panties. I about came in my jeans as I watched the white rolls of skin beneath the darker line where she was tanned appear. As my eyes came in contact with her silky dark pubes, I sniffed up the strong aroma of her cunt-a smell that has since driven me out of my gourd every time. From out of that pubic jungle stared her inviting pink lips. Marge didn't have to say a word. I just looked up to her and she nodded for me to continue. I didn't have to be told twice what to do.
'It was later that she told me how she liked to have her cunt scarfed. I just was continuing what I had already started upstairs. It never occurred to me how I was playing right into her hands. Or pussy. Whatever. It just seemed so natural anyway. Maybe if she had played me into whipping her or something like that I would've done that… I'm not sure. This being my initiation, I was game for anything concerning sex. But I'm glad it worked out the way it did, 'cause I just came by eating snatch naturally and I've been hung up on it ever since. And it's something that practically every chick really craves, so it's worked out real well for me.
'She helped me, clasping her hands behind my head to guide my tongue to the target. I reached up to spread the lips of her twitching cunt as Marge instructed me to go to work on her trigger. Her clit was already stiff-I was fascinated by the sight of it and the big purple-pink fold underneath it. Her clit wasn't very big, but I really had nothing to compare it with.at the time. One girl I met later, Eve, had a clit that was longer than some guys' pricks…
'I went to work around her trigger and soon Marge was yanking hard on my hair in her excitement. I was getting pretty excited myself and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. A lot of guys I've talked to lately say that they don't get too turned on by eating a chick, but that they do it so that the chick can get her kicks. Me… I don't even need any ass. Just as long as there's plenty of cunts around for me to scarf. Just doing that is enough for me to get my load. And most chicks I've talked to say that I can do the job better than anyone they know. I think it's for two reasons: I've got an extra long tongue that can practically tie itself in a knot; and I really enjoy my work.
'After I had worked Marge's clit for a couple of minutes, I suddenly felt her body tense. I pulled back a little, looking up between those mountains of hers. Her eyes were all glassy and her face was frozen into a weird grin. Just about as soon as she had stiffened up, her whole body slumped and I felt some hot liquid on the side of my face. Man, when old Marge came, she came in quarts! I've heard a lot of bullshit about how chicks don't shoot off like a guy. That may be true, but I haven't found one broad yet that stayed dry long after my tongue went to work on her.
'Well, when I realized what I'd done-making that old chick turn on like that, I shot my load off in my pants. Now, I've heard a lot of talk about masochists and shit like that, and that a guy like me must be one. You know, the whole bit about being submissive and. catering to the chick's whims. Well I don't happen to figure it that way. See, it's like this: what I do to a chick makes them go absolutely nuts, right? The chick digs it so much that she goes out of her way to please me… some of them end up begging me to do it again. So the way I see it is that I have control over them, not the other way around. And that's what makes me make it. Every time has been like that first time with Marge, when I-realize what I can do to a broad with my cute little old tongue. So once a broad is making it and going crazy… I make it. That's the straight
shit.
'Once we had both relaxed for a while, Marge hoisted me up and began to undo my pants. She started giggling when she saw my sticky shorts and saw that I had already made it. Then she reclined on the bed and pulled me on top of her, guiding me through my first lay. I was sort of disappointed that I hadn't been able to get my tongue up inside her cunt yet, but it was a trip balling her too. She showed me how to keep my mouth active while were making it… love bites, blowing in her ears, trenching. It wasn't long, her grinding those fat hips against my pounding balls, before we both made it again. This time, the build-up inside my guts were even stronger than the first time-almost like when you've got to piss real bad, and when I came I just kept going like a machine gun until I could hardly move. Since that was my first ball, it left me a little weak, so I just rolled off Marge and collapsed while she ran her hands gently up and down my body.
'I must've gone to sleep for a few minutes, 'cause the next thing I knew there was a tickling sensation around my balls. I looked up and saw that piss-ant dog sniffing around my balls and yipping like crazy. I looked over at Marge, and she was laughing her fucking brains out. Well, I didn't much go for that dwarf dog messing around my jewels, so I slowly raised up my leg and kicked him away. Marge gave me an angry look, and told me not to ever do that again. She cuddled the little mutt up against her tits, telling me that he was just cruising my box out of curiosity. She said he couldn't help acting that way 'cause she had taught him how. When I asked her what she meant, she gave me the damnedest demonstration I'd ever seen.
'Sitting up on the bed with her legs spread wide, Marge placed Arnold down on the bedspread between her thighs. For such a stupid looking dog, Arnold sure knew what to do next. He started sniffing and licking around Marge's cunt, wagging his tail and yipping all the while. Now it was my turn to crack up-it was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. She'd actually taught that damned mutt how to give her kicks in case nobody else was around. Marge was giggling her ass off at first as it must have tickled, but before long Arnold's tongue had her panting and moaning. Man, I'd heard the story about the lady and her St. Bernard, but I never really thought it was possible! It was too bad that Arnold was such a little shit, otherwise he could have lucked her too.
'I kind of wonder if Arnold really knew what was going on. The way his ass was pivoting around it seemed like he might actually be turned on by the whole scene. Marge finally had to give him a little help, reaching down with her hands and spreading her lips a little so that his tongue could hit the button. Arnold dove in farther, yipping louder than ever. It wasn't long before Marge's eyes were bulging again, as her body started jumping from another Big O.
'Marge pushed Arnold away and fell back to the bed exhausted. Before I could make a move, the little son of a bitch was back over by my cock sniffing around. Well, I don't give a damn how old Marge got her kicks-I wasn't going for it. All his snorting and drooling for me was tickle. Besides, he might have taken a big nip out of my cock or something.
'Marge opened her eyes and saw that I wasn't going for it, so she crawled down and put her lips to my cock. That was more like it! It was a really fantastic feeling, much better than a regular ball. Her mouth seemed to be so much more maneuverable than her cunt. Her tongue sliding up and down my cock, tickling the sensitive skin at the base. Her lips forming around my head, tightening and relaxing. Her hot breath blowing, sucking.
'I could' feel my guts tightening up fast. I grabbed at her hair, twisting it strongly in my fingers, and lay back as far as I could. Marge was an expert: using her fingers around my balls while she plunged her whole neck along my cock. I would have thought she would choke to death on it, but she told me later that the gag reflex is diminished during times of arousal and all. I'm sure glad I don't swing gay myself, 'cause in spite of what Marge says about it, I'm sure I would choke to death sucking a cock.
'When I made it this time, it was about ten times better than the other. I really blew my cookies. It kind of shocked me, the way Marge just kept sucking away. You know the dirty stories when you're just a kid about a girl
