"D-Debbie Simon?" I squeaked.
"That's the one. The one with the button tits, sweet ass… maybe three hairs on her pussy. Sharp teeth. Sucked me off twice. Goddam near severed my prick the last time."
Wow! I thought. Fucking Debbie Simon sure got around! I was beginning to wonder about her. First she'd screwed Daddy without telling me, and now.
"She came over one day about a year ago," said Mr. George. "Blue jeans stuck up her ass… halter. Didn't think much of it at first. Too young! I thought. A cute nosy kid… nothing to do… maybe flirting a little or just trying to be neighborly. What a joke that was! Dickheads is what she had inside that cure head! But I never suspected, never thought. I said hello and let her hand me the tools while I changed the plugs in the car. I hardly saw her… never even looked at her that way 'til I came out from under the hood and there she was-tiny feet off the ground, bent over the fender, tight crack and cheeks tooted up and grinning at me." He closed his eyes, pushed my head down his hard sweaty body.
Wrapping both small hands around the hairy base of his cock, I hastily mouthed the half hard head. He jumped. I let my lips slip off… tonguing the tiny aperture. The entire thing was coated with cum and juice from my love hole. I washed it in sections, beginning at the tip, working down one veiny side, across the roots, and up the other side, to the head. Close up, even half hard, it was more ferocious than Daddy's cock with a stiff hard-on.
"I kept telling myself she's too young, too small," Mr. George went on. "But she just lay there on the damn fender… tiny legs parted… flexing that ass up at me. "What's this for?' she asked, pointing to the damn carburetor. I came up behind her, leaned with her under the hood, and actually tried to explain while she giggled and shifted her butt right up to my cock. "What's this for? What's that?' she kept asking-me getting stiff. Dickhead! By the time she'd asked about everything under the hood, her legs were wide apart… wide fucking open! Hot fucking crotch and sweet crack pressing hard on my dick! Fucking smiling! By then we both knew what the cute little cocksucker was after!" Wrapping one huge hand around the head of his cock, he began to whack himself off-each downward stroke stopping short of my hands.
"Did you fuck her?" I breathed wetly on his nuts. "That… that's good what you're doing. Kkeep it up. My cock's getting hard again."
I tried to draw his hairy balls into my mouth. They were too big. Mouth wide, I held my wet lips against them and batted my tongue on the sensitive, pink and wrinkled and sweaty underside.
"Dickheads!"Mr. George raised his knees and planted his feet wide apart on the divan. "Sweet cocksucking little girl!" he blurted, whacking off still. "That's great! Top shelf! Keep it up! Wash my stinking fucking asshole out, too!"
"But did you fuck Debbie?" I persisted, darting my little pink tongue at his anus and moving my hands along with his up and down, up and down, up and down the length of his cock. Now there remained only a hint of slack in the loose outer skin and the shaft was beginning to throb, and I knew-could see it, feel it-the incredible thing would soon be standing full tilt, and ready to stroke itself to another hot blast.
"Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! That's what I wanted to do!" groaned Mr. George. "That little ass… hairless pussy. I never screwed a hairless pussy before. But when I got her to the garage… got my hand in her jeans and one finger high in her twat… dickheads! She begged me. She pleaded. 'Let me suck it,' she said. 'I'll do a good job. You won't be sorry.' I said okay so she'd let me undress 'er. I kissed that pink hairless pussy… tight little white ass. She took out my prick. She jerked it awhile, then let it ride-the shaft parting 'er pussy-between those slim thighs. She even let me put the tip in 'er cunt. But when I grabbed that plump ass, baby ass, she fucking stopped me. "You promised," she hollered. "You promised! You promised!' So I let 'er go down on me… on 'er knees… in the filthy garage. She gobbled it right down… my dick… all of it… the whole fucking thing stuck in 'er babydoll face. Mother!" He withdrew the hand on his cock, gripped my hair. "All the mother fucking way in 'er head!" he yelled, steering my mouth to the glans and humping the lengthy monster into my face.
Holding his nuts in the hot palm of my hand, I drew the tip deep… to the dangling bell of my tonsils. Momentarily my throat muscles contracted. I gagged. I felt as if I were going to puke. But I held tight to his cubes, closed my eyes, and moved my head to and fro-stretching my mouth, getting used to it.
"That's a good little girl," sighed Mr. George. "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Dickheads, that's a sweet little blowjob."
Now the shaft was good and wet with my saliva. It slid smoothly in and out. I withdrew to the glans and paused to sample the flavor. Every cock, it seemed, had its own distinct taste. I shot my face down the pole, sniffed. The smell was the same; sweat, asshole, and talc. I rubbed my nose in his cock hair and worked my reluctant throat muscles on the fat pulsing glans.
"Oh, yeah. She was a good little blowjob at fist", said Mr. George, again speaking of Debbie. Like you. Like… oh, yeah. Yeah! She sucked It all the way in. She drew on the head. Mother! Mother, that's good now Suck it. Suck!"
I sucked. I scrambled between his spread legs and lay flat on my belly and pulled the magnificent thing into the mouth of my gullet. With my stink-finger, I shafted his asshole while he shafted my face. I kneaded his balls. I beat my small tongue on the ridged underside of his cock. And I made loud sucking noises as he gripped my head in both hands, lifted his hips, and fucked my mouth as if it were a tight pussy.
Between groans and panting, Mr. George continued to talk about Debbie. How she'd sucked him off swell the first time, then, when she came back for.more, how she'd bitten the head of his dick while he was coming. She'd left teeth marks, he said. "Crazy little cocksucker clamped down and wouldn't let go. Put me out… ahhh! Put me out of commission a week Couldn't fuck… couldn't… dickheads! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh! I… I… I'm commiiiiiiiing again."
Boy! I thought as the sap shot off in my mouth. Was he ever coming! Wow!
"Suck, little girl. Mother fucking dickheads m heaven… suck the last drop!"
Geysers of creamy semen blasted off in my face. I gulped It down… pulling for more. It was the most marvelous cum… a bit more salty than Daddy's, a bit less so than Tom's and by far more delicious, more creamy, more appealing than Popsy's. I sucked and sucked. I squeezed the roots, his cubes. I gurgled and blew on the head from deep in my throat.
Mr. George" became so excited, so fucking hot, thrashed about so wildly on the black leather divan that his rod popped from my face and the last of his orgasm spurted off my chin.
"Darn!" I squawked. Recapturing the elusive poker, I again stuck the tip in my mouth and drew deeply on the aperture. Another drop seeped out. I rolled it around on my tongue. The cum on my chin, like thick egg white, hung there for a moment, then dripped down and onto his nuts lying on the black leather I hastily retrieved it with a finger, abandoned his cock, and licked the last of his love proclamation up with my tongue.
"That… that wasn't half bad," conceded Mr. George.
"Well, thanks!" I yanked on his joint.
"Fresh little cocksucker, ain't you? Come up here."
I allowed him to pull me up his hard, hairy body. Taking firm hold of the halves of my ass, he kissed my wet lips. This time his dick hadn't gone down. It stood between my spread thighs, swaying some, gently butting my twat.
We kissed and sucked each other's tongue. We petted-enjoying the aftermath of orgasm. I closed my legs tight on his meat, rolling the fiery shaft between the flesh of my soft inner thighs. I was still hot… unsatisfied and ready to go again. There was another hole to be tested… a tight velvet brown one. And I was determined to have Mr. George ream it out with the formidable thing that had warmed my round little belly first from below, then above.