My tits tumbled out and bobbed. The nipples got hard and stuck out on the tips of my tits. They were dark and red, while the tits were soft and white.
He put his hands on my tits and felt them up. He pressed his face against them and kissed and licked the nipples.
He wrapped his open mouth around a nipple and sucked it inside and then sucked some of the flesh around the nipple into his mouth, too.
The nipple was hard and throbbing like crazy when he sucked it. He rolled and pressed his tongue against it, and kissed and licked.
He put his hand inside my panties. He rubbed his fingers against my bush and worked his way down so that he was playing with my slit.
My knees were spread and my thighs open so he could do what he wanted.
After a while, he took his mouth off my tits and came up for air. He took my hand and put it in his lap so I could feel his hard-on.
I squeezed it. It was stiff. I gasped, like it was so big that I was in awe. It was a pretty good size, actually, but I've had bigger.
He opened his zipper and reached inside and fumbled around. He pulled his stiff cock so that it stuck out of the open flyhole.
It looked funny, that thick red thing sticking out like a tree trunk in the middle of his plaid polyester pants.
"Ooooh, that's so big, Mr. Plymm! May I – may I please kiss it?"
"Of course you may, dear Debbie Sue!"
I leaned forward and put my head in his lap. His thing was jerking around and twitching. Its head was hot on my face.
I kissed the head of it. Ned Plymm squirmed. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked the head. He squirmed some more.
I took the whole head in my mouth, pressing my lips against the shaft. I licked and sucked and slurped on the cock head.
Then I put my head down, and took his cock deep into my mouth, just as I had done with Jeff the other day in his car.
He was thicker than Jeff, but his cock wasn't quite so firm, since Jeff's thing was like a bar of iron.
But there was still plenty of stiffness in this cock, and it swelled up even more when I took it in my mouth and started sucking.
I bobbed my head up and down. My hair fell on his lap and thighs. My lips pressed his penis and pulled heat into it.
He fondled my hair and head and shoulders while I sucked him. He leaned forward so he could reach up. I bobbed my head up and down. When I pulled my head up, all of his cock came out from between the lips but the head.
I always held the head inside my mouth. I sucked and slurped on it, just the head, really making him squirm and shiver.
Then, when it seemed like he couldn't stand having the rest of his cock outside my mouth, down went my head, wrapping the shaft with my mouth.
I tilted my head and opened my throat as best I could to take him nice and deep.
What I did to him with my lips and tongue really got to him. He slumped back in the seat and lay there with his arms stretched out from his shoulders and his hands holding the back of the sofa seat.
He moved his hips, the motion making crazy waves and ripples in the wild plaid pattern of his double-knit polyester pants.
I closed my eyes so as not to get distracted, and concentrated on sucking him.
I could hear him breathing hard and moaning. I could feel his cock getting hotter with each pass of my lips over it.
When he was going to come, he took hold of my head, his palms pressing the sides of my face. He moved me faster.
I took his thing all the way. My tongue was curled and wrapped around his cock. He came.
I pressed my lips against the base of his shaft. Fat veins throbbed. I pressed my lips real hard, forming a seal with my mouth.
He went all rigid, not just in his cock, but his whole body.
His cock head was stuffed in my open throat. He came thickly, in great quantities. I slurped and sucked and swallowed his come down.
It went down thick and slow, like mud. I liked it.
He stopped shaking and slid back in his seat, gasping like a beached whale. Sweat dribbled down his beet-red face.
I took his thing in my mouth and pulled on it with nice suction, drawing small drops of come from it after the main streaming flow died down.
His wide hips gave little jerks, pushing his penis deeper, to squeeze a little drop or two out of his thing.
He groaned, shuddered. Then he weakly fondled my hair and face and shoulders. He said what a good sweet darling girl I was, and lots of that kind of stuff.
At last he eased my head up, off his cock. I pushed my lips hard against his penis and sucked as I raised my head.
After all, I didn't want to have any drops of come leak from my mouth and fall on his pants and stain them with semen – he might have a tough time explaining that to his wife! So, I sucked up all the come and saliva smeared on his cock.
I gripped his shaft as I took the cock head out of my lips, so the shaft wouldn't jerk around and maybe spill a last drop.
His cock was thick, red, sticky, but not dripping. I held it and squeezed. He squirmed, and a drop of come oozed from the cock head.
It hung there on the red tip of the cock like a pearl, it was so big and fat and shining. I lapped it up and swallowed it down.
"What else can I do for you, Mr. Plymm?"
He rubbed my tits. "Just keep on being as sweet as you are, Debbie Sue."
"It's easy, when I'm with a nice man like you!"
Real girlishly I asked if I could tell him something. He said sure, go right ahead. I said that it was a secret – I would whisper it.
I leaned forward, my tits pressing his shoulder as I put my mouth up close to his car. His cock twitched when I breathed in his ear.
I whispered, "I want to show you my pretty pussy – and then I want you to make love to me, Mr. Plymm!"
Then I stuck out my tongue and licked the inside of his ear.
He moved around pretty darn quick on that couch. He eased me down on my back. It was a nice long couch with plenty of room.
I lay there on my back, with one hand hanging down and almost touching the floor. He lifted my skirt and reached for my panties.
He took hold of them and tugged them down off my hips. I arched my back and lifted my bottom so he could ease them off.
He pulled them down my hips, thighs, calves, and feet. They didn't come entirely off, but stayed stuck on my left foot, hanging there by the leg opening.
But they were only on one foot, not two, which meant that he could spread my legs. I lay there with my legs open.
I showed him my pussy. I was dripping wet, really sexed up.
Beverly had really gotten me that way, when she touched my pussy and rubbed and fingered it during the car ride from the game to her house.
She hadn't let me come, so I was really aching for satisfaction – not that I was necessarily going to get it.
After all, we – that is, Beverly's girls – we're there to give satisfaction, not to get it – any pleasure we get is purely a side benefit.
Which is another reason why guys are willing to pay for us. We're not like some cuties they pick up in a singles bar, say.
Unlike a grown woman, out on the prowl herself, we don't demand satisfaction. Men don't have to worry about pleasing us in bed.
I guess that's a real worry to some guys, trying to make their bed partners come. Takes a lot of fun out of it for them, I guess.
But we're not like that. The only one whose satisfaction counts is the customer. We see that they are satisfied.
Of course, some guys really get off on making us come, or trying to, at least. When a guy is into that, I do come, or at least make him think that I did, which is really the same thing, as far as he's concerned.
Sometimes a guy can't get hard right away. But it's no sweat. We just work on him until he does get hard. Sooner or later, they always do.
Then there are some really kinky guys – but I don't do those scenes, usually.