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.
Her cunny itched. She was trembling again. Her heart thumped. She had forgotten that her splendid teen tits were still sitting up over the top of her pink bra, two scones, two beautiful busties.
Mr. Brown's eyes were like heat-seeking missiles, fuck-hot, scanning Sue's brilliant beauty, her youthful loveliness, as he lewdly jerked on his prick.
'Oh, Sue!' he gasped.
'Cripes!' Sue gulped, watching him go faster now, watching him whack wildly.
'Take your panties down for me, will you?' he burbled.
'Oh, please, Sue!'
'Would that get you hot and stuff… I mean more hot than you are, sir?'
'Yes!' he huffed.
Sue thumbed her pink panties and tugged them down and showed Mr. Brown her rich, thick muffy. He gasped loudly and thrummed his cock in a hard hand-blur. 'Jeeez.' Sue mumbled.
'I'm jerkin' to you, Sue!' he cried.
'I know. I can see. I know,' she said. 'Aren't you hot?'
'Yeah,' she admitted.
'Honey, do it to yourself, okay?'
'Just put your hand down there for me.' 'No, I said.'
She pulled her panties back up just as Mr. Brown came. Big glops of cum, huge floaters of jizz, boomed out of his huge prick.
'Crrrriipes!' Sue gulped.
'Oh, honey!' Mr. Brown barked.
'Whew, jeez!' Sue whispered, watching the fizzing eruption.
'I'm cummin'!' he panted. 'Oh, jeez, Mr. Brown!'
She had never seen such an intriguing sight. His big balls were swinging. His hand was pumping, his prick was shooting.
Sue dipped her hand down into her panties. She couldn't help it. She had to. She was too hot to stand it anymore. She found her clit and rubbed it until she came, until the wonderful sensation of sweet climax grazed her, then goosed her full-blast, overwhelmed her in fabulous ecstasy.
She didn't know, had never known, that cumming could feel as good as it did right then, watching Mr. Brown's weeping prick, his herky jerky hand, his passionate face.
'Yes, yes, finger-fuck yourself!' he yelped. She did, she fucked faster until the stimulation subsided and she tingled all over, finally grabbing back onto the edge of the sink with one hand for balance, while her other hand jigged and danced in her pants.
'We're masturbatin' to each other!' Mr. Brown woofed.
'I know,' Sue whimpered in a darling, soft voice.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, Sue got up and dressed for school. She put on a tight, mini, Jean skirt. It was faded and hugged her delicious curves like a candy wrapper. She added a tight red sweater and white tennis shoes.
She joined Mr. and Mrs. Brown for breakfast. Beth Brown was a thirty-seven-year-old blonde who still had a fine body. She had a face that resembled an angel's.
'Sleep well?' Beth asked.
Sue glanced at Mr. Brawn. 'Yes.'
'Good! Mr. Brown will give you a ride to school after breakfast, and thanks for staying overnight, Sue.'
'You're welcome,'
After breakfast, Mr. Brown and Sue rode across town to Waverly High School.
'I'll never forget last night,' he whispered, reaching over, rubbing his hand along her exposed, tanned thigh.
'I think we better,' Sue said. He handed Sue a hundred-dollar bill. 'Huh? What's this, sir?' 'For babysitting last night.' 'But… ah, a hundred dollars?' 'Well, it was a special night.' 'Then, well, golly…'
'That's okay, take it,' he said. Sue tucked it in her school books. He pulled out his wallet and handed her another.
'Here, take this one too.' 'Huh?'
'Take it.' 'What's this for?'
He lifted her hand from the seat and dropped it in his lap. Sue hadn't been looking down there, but now she did. His big cucumber cock thumped up in a bending curl against his slacks.
'Oh, jeez, Mr. Brown!' she whispered.
'Take it out, give me a hand job on the way to school.'
'Oh, jeez! In the car?' Sue gasped.
'Like I did last night, do that again?' 'Yes, please!'
'Whew,' Sue puffed, her voice soft, trembly, as her hand massaged the thick prick in his slacks. 'Should I take it out then?'
'Yeah, unzip my fly.'
Sue pulled the zipper down, reached in and yanked his cock out.
'Oh, God, Mr. Brown!' she gasped.
A good-morning erection is the best kind, as most cock aficionados know, and Mr. Brown's massive prick was harder than it had been in the middle of the dawn, just hours ago.
The stalk throbbed wildly and stuck up a full nine to ten inches out of his fly.
'Just pump on it, sir?'
'Yes, please, Sue.' 'Okay then.'
