'Oh, that's terrible! Such a waste of lovely cock and delicious cum!' Her breathing was becoming ragged and wafted hotly over the sensitive skin of his cock.
Cradling his throbbing cock in her palms, she dipped her head and flicked her pointed tongue across the dark head. Martin gasped and his hips jerked. Her tongue made slow circles around and around the silky knob, her breath hot and moist over it.
'Mmmmm! It's delicious!' she purred. 'Your cum will just have to taste a good or better.'
Martin was gripping the arms of the chair, his head lolling on his shoulders, his teeth clenched against the racking sensations that her tongue and lips were stirring in his gorged cock. Her lips nipped at the dark bulbous head, her tongue stabbing at the tiny slit. She paused and turned her head aside, one hand leaving his cock for a moment and then returning. He lifted his head to see what the interruption was. Her mouth opened and she circled his cockhead with her soft lips.
'Ahhhhh!' he gasped as her mouth slipped lower and lower over his cock. Her tongue laved the underside of the shaft as she sucked and squeezed the pulsing rod. Slowly, he realized that there were no sharp edges in her mouth, only soft wet flesh. He knew what she had done. She had removed her teeth. The thought and the sensation on the hot sucking orifice drove him to a fever pitch.
'Mmmmphh!' she moaned around his cock. Her head was bobbing over his lap in ever quickening rhythm.
Martin was having difficulty. His balls were throbbing and aching. He knew that it would be a matter of seconds before it would be all over. He fought the pressure, trying to stay his climax. He was fighting a losing battle. Her mouth was pulling hungrily, urgently at his cock. She sucked as if she were starving. Her hot breath whistled through her nostrils and her fingers squeezed and massaged the base of his cock. His fingers combed through her silver curls as he gripped her head.
'Ummm hmmmm!' she hummed. Her mouth quickened its pace and her body was trembling.
Martin looked down through the slits of his eyes and saw her hand between her thighs, her robe and gown pulled up out of the way and her fingers, hidden from sight by the folds of cloth, obviously were digging in her cunt.
He groaned and arched his hips high. The woman clung to him, her mouth sinking over the total length of his vibrating cock. He felt the back of her throat pressing against his cockhead.
'Aaahhhhh! AAW. Uh! Uh!' His body stiffened. His hands held her head tightly.
Julia moaned and forced her head back until just the bulbous head of his cock remained captured by her mouth. Martin shivered and the first gusher of his thick, hot cum burst into her mouth. She whimpered and swallowed greedily. Her throat worked and her lips clenched tighter.
Again and again his cock bucked in her toothless mouth and flooded it with his creamy cum. She gulped each geyser down and eagerly awaited the next. Martin shuddered and the final spurt filled her mouth and her body shook as she crashed into her own climax. She thrashed at his feet, her mouth sucking and squeezing his cock as she rode the throes of climax. With a gasp, she relaxed and held his pulsing, spent cock in her mouth, mouthing it softly.
Martin sat in stunned pleasure soaked silence for several minutes, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as ho tried to regain his breath. He felt her release his cock and her body shifted. His eyes flickered and opened. She sat between his feet, smiling up at him. Her teeth glistened whitely behind the smile.
'Absolutely delicious cum!' she sighed.
'Ooooo!' he half-groaned, half-sighed. His cock lay still half-hard, outside his fly. He reached to tuck it back in his pants.
'Oh, no! Not yet!' she objected, catching his hand.
He looked down at her, his face betraying his shock. He could feel her fingers stroking the slippery sides of his cock shaft. His body was still buzzing with the effects of coming.
'Let's go back inside for the next round,' she suggested. She rose to her feet nimbly and offered him her hand. He staggered to his feet and let her lead him into the kitchen.
She released his hand and turned to face him, her back to the small dining table. She lifted her gown and robe until she was exposed from the waist down. Her slim legs were joined to youthful thighs. At the juncture of them, her dark pussy hair with flecks of gray in it lay matted with juices from her cunt.
'If you eat me nicely, I have a special dessert for you,' she purred, sliding back onto the table and opening her legs. Her dark red pussy lips opened. The inner surfaces of them were shiny with her slippery dew. She leaned back on her elbows and waited.
Martin stood for a moment, his mind befuddled. He looked down at the woman's drooling cunt and the relaxed, confident expression on her face and then back to her cunt. Something stirred deep in his loins. Heat rose through him and his cock stirred and throbbed, his mouth watering at the thought of the taste of her cunt. He dropped to his knees and lowered his head toward her crotch.
'Oooo, yes! Lick my pussy, Martin!' Julia cooed.
His nostrils picked up the faint sharp odor of her cunt and it pushed his fever higher. His tongue reached out and he scooped it through the gaping slit, funneling the collected juices into his mouth. Lust boiled up inside him and he moaned. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders, the soft inner skin pressing against his cheeks.
'Ahhh! Eat it! Eat that slimy cunt!' Her voice sounded faraway and strained. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pulled his face tighter against her cunt.
Martin became lost in her pussy. His mind as well as his mouth became involved in the slippery juices, the soft curls and the fleshy, satiny lips. He licked and sucked hungrily, driven by some unidentifiable drive to suck her dry and drive her body to a frenzy of pleasure.
Her hips were flexing slowly, her firm ass slapping softly against the table top. Her fingers clawed at his head and her moans became more and more insistent. Martin thrust his tongue as deep as he could reach into the hot wet cavern of her cunt and she jerked. He tongue fucked her for several seconds, savoring the sweet-sour taste.
'Soooo good!' Julia moaned. 'Soooo fucking goood!'
Martin had become a mindless wild man. His lust boiled and throbbed through him and his tongue craved the thin slippery juices of her cunt. He licked and sucked, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. His tongue sliced up through the folds of her pussy and found the hard little knob of her clit. Her whole body stiffened as his tongue caressed it.
'Aaaahhhhhhhhh!' Her muscles tightened and her legs clamped around his head.
He flicked back and forth over the tiny love button. His lips circled it and he sucked. Every attention he gave it drove her further into her frenzy until she screeched and began to tremble. Her body bounced on the table and her hands clawed at his head. Her throat emitted hoarse animal growls as her climax racked her.
Martin lapped hungrily at the almost steady stream of thin sweet juice that oozed from her cunt. His face and chin were coated with it and he sucked in every drop that he could reach.
Julia shuddered and moaned. Her hands pushed at his head as her legs relaxed and released their hold on his head. He sat back on his heels, and stared at her gaping wet curd. He could see her pussy walls spasming in the final, waves of her climax.
Still panting, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and smiled dreamily down at him. Her hand cupped her pussy lovingly and she shivered.
'Now, for your dessert,' she rasped. 'Looks like you are ready for it.' Her eyes had dropped to his hard pulsing cock.
She slid off the table and stood a moment, getting her balance and straightening her robe and gown. 'Sit over here. I'll be right back,' she instructed.
Martin scrambled to his feet and settled into the chair she had indicated. He sat on the edge of it, his blood still pounding, his cock jerking slowly with his pulse. He heard Julia talking to someone and then footsteps came through the house toward him.
Martin's jaw dropped and he froze as Julia came into the kitchen. At her side was a girl, barely twelve or thirteen. He looked from the girl to Julia and then back to the girl. She was clad in panties and shoes and socks. She was smiling boldly.
'Wha…!' he gasped.
