His swelling prick slapped his thighs as he left the room.
Susie caressed her tit ends, so hot they hurt now. Kneeling, she could see her erected clit, a pink, glistening nubbin pushing up through her pussy hair.
She gave a wrenching groan and returned to work. Her hand was shaking. Biting her lip, she controlled the shakes well enough to apply the color, then cleaned her hands and waited, her eyes shut.
She could feel vaginal tremors racing in and out of her. She tweaked her clit, twiddled the slippery length, thought of using the clit sucker on it to get a cum, relieve the tension, but then she heard Nick coming up the hall and she had to fight back tears. She was twitching all over, going to pieces!
Entering with two steaming bamboo cups, he said, "Gwen's happy with how it's worked out."
She thought desperately, The work? Or the way my cunt drools for you, Nick?
He squatted on his heels, facing her. The stiffness had extended somewhat from his pubic ruff but inches of fat cock still dangled.
He had not been circumcised, she saw. Only a button of pinkish cockhead showed through the encircling foreskin, which was extremely dark.
She took the cup in both trembling hands. The first sip scalded her lips. But she got the taste and odor, all right. Kashmir Karma.
Narcotic and aphrodisiac, Rita had said.
Thus she knelt facing the squatting Nick, feeling the heat of her breast ends, swollen fully to those cone shapes of nipple and areola, aware that her erect clit was tingling, her cunt and vagina sloshy hot.
He murmured, "I have an order for some textile designs, too. We'll be busy."
She burned her throat finishing the tea.
But the slight pain for a moment took her attention from her unbearable sexual heat.
Then she reached for it.
She could not help this. She acted not on impulse, but from terrible urgency.
She closed her hand on the fat bulk of Nick's cock.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
She blurted, "Nick, about Gwen…"
He, sipping tea, watching her clutching his prick, said, "Oh, Gwen's very fond of you. She said to have fun."
It was so hot, that massive bulge in her hand, the heat flowing up her arm. She put down her bamboo cup and brought the other hand to his scrotum, paused on feeling the weight of his testicles, afraid she might squeeze too hard and hurt him. Then she raised them, joggled them in her palm. They spilled off, too much of a handful.
The end of his prick still fattened, but was not yet stiff.
Swallowing hard, she choked out the words, "Why isn't it hard?"
"It's slow," he said, grinning. "But it lasts forever."
She bent down to see that dime-sized pink tip of the head, still snugly held by foreskin. She tried to thumb back the skin but it seemed too tight. Close now, the smell came like fire in her nostrils, making her choke, tremble, want to scream out her urgency.
Get hard! a voice within her shrieked.
The split in that pink tip was yearning as she pressed back the skin. She saw a pearly drop of lubricant tremble, about to spill.
She wanted that.
Inches from it, on fire, she could no longer resist.
She wetted her lips and thrust down, bringing the fisted head to her mouth.
She sucked the pearly drop right out of the split.
"Ugh-hh!" Nick groaned. "Hey, Susie, that's like crazy making!"
Never had she kissed a cock. But she found her tongue licking the circle of foreskin, rubbery compared to the slickness of the head, trying to pry it away, pushing it while her fist drew back.
She exposed a little more of the succulent, slippery pink flesh. Only a little!
Nick, still squatting, was caressing the back of her neck.
He said in a strained voice, "Susie honey, take a mouthful of it!"
She had let his nuts fall, held the looping fat cock in both hands as she flicked her tongue at the recalcitrant rim of skin.
He cried, "That's too much tease! Susie, give me head. Suck it!"
She scarcely knew what she was doing now, lipping and tonguing, squeezing and pulling the stem of it, moaning with excitement while tears welled in her eyes, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
It was too big, she could not get it in. She stretched her jaw and felt the voluptuously soft, slick tip in the trough of her tongue.
Then her teeth were riding over the flare of it, abruptly past the rim.
His cockhead was in her mouth.
She thought, Oh God, I'm sucking a cock. I have my mouth full of man meat, I'm licking it and smelling his crotch odor, I should die of shame!
But she pushed more in, and sucked her lips fast on the shank.
"Take more, Susie, more!" he groaned.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Susie gazed at the cylinder of flesh protruding from her mouth, at the huge black nest of pubic hair from which it grew.
Calm down, she told herself. It's done. You have a mouthful of cock. Suck it gently. Oh, the exciting taste, the texture, the sponginess of the head, the exquisite slipperiness of that protruding split circle!
She found herself bobbing on it with each slow suck.
She wondered if she could peel back the foreskin with her teeth.
She tongued it out, pressed her teeth to the ring of skin, and with her hands forced the hot meat back into her mouth.
Yes! More slippery flesh was exposed to the wash of her tongue. She continued forcing it. The bulk in her hands was firmer, much firmer.
Suddenly, with a pop, the skin cleared the rim of the head and she sucked fast on bare head, slippery and hot and huge.
She cried out with delight.
Slipping off it she said, "Nick, I did it, I skinned it back!"
Nick was sitting now. As she closed her yawning mouth on the succulent head, Nick fell back until he lay on the hard floor with his legs sprawled wide.
Down between his hairy legs Susie sucked and licked. Choking on it, she drew off and rested her jaw by licking down the shank, laying suck kisses on it, nibbling every exciting bit of flesh until she nuzzled his scrotum. She pressed it to her face, rolling his nuts about her cheeks while licking the kid-soft skin.
Then, daringly, she forced a testicle into her mouth.
"Great, great!" Nick grunted.
She rolled the plum-fat egg on her tongue, sucked, licked circles around it.
His cock stood against her cheek like a burning staff, the slippery head at her forehead. She tongued out the testicle, began nibbling her way up the shank, gasping as she neared the naked red head.
She licked the rim, but the taste of its lubricant juice made her ravenous and she capped it with her yawning mouth, took it to her throat and sucked as she jerked up and down.
So fat a blob, so succulent! She loved it!
But Nick groaned, "Susie, you'll suck me off, you keep that up! Listen honey, I want to fuck you! Baby, come on, let's fuck!"
Susie did not surrender her mouthful. I want to suck it off! she thought. I want to feel his load shoot into my throat!
But the quivering gulps, the liquid torment of her cunt, could not be denied.
She gave his cock a last lingering suck, then levered up and climbed over him, over the prodigious rise of his column of cock, and knelt with her knees beside his ribs.
She looked down underneath, between her hung-out tits to her wet-haired pussy hovering above the naked, shining knob of his organ.
She could see her clit horning out of its notch, and the red lining of her cunt, even the gaping darkness of her vaginal mouth.
She lowered, quickly, surely, knowing her desperately hungry love hole would find the meat it needed to fill it. She saw her hairy pussy lips surround the livid cockhead.
Then she felt it like an apple lodged in her opening, enormous, yet so slippery that as she pressed down it slid right up the curve of her vagina, throbbing all the way. Her bush neared his pubes. A couple of inches of cockstem remained revealed. She squeezed her sphincter in, gasped as it closed on the firm meat. Nick arched up, trying to reach the end of her hole, but she, in a frolicsome mood, now that she had the certainty of cock inside her, rose and watched her juices run down his shaft.