Bobbing her head, she felt the rubbery tip of the man's cock bounce off the roof of her mouth and lodge in her throat.
"Goddamn, Candy," he moaned, "that's the first time you ever deep throated me! It… it's super!"
She turned her green eyes upward and saw the pleased look on the man's face. This only fed her own lust. She hadn't known her sister couldn't do this. Mandy didn't enjoy swallowing a man's prick whole – or she'd thought so until that minute.
Charlie had forced her to learn.
But this wasn't force now. It came from deep inside of her. She wanted to give head. She wanted to give the man the best she could. Something of her enthusiasm transmitted itself, to the prick deep in her throat. It pulsed and throbbed harder, almost choking her a few times made her throat constrict, swallowing hard over the most delicate portion of the man's hard prick. She loved the way that cock grew even stiffer in her mouth and throat. She knew that more and more blood hammered into his cock every second.
And she caused it!
Stan began to pull back. Gratefully, she heaved a big sigh. Sucking in enough air to last for a while, she went back down on him, his entire prick sailing past her tonsils. Her tongue cradled his cock in such a way that she could drag the roughness along the sensitive underside as he worked his prick in and out.
"Shit, baby, this is fantastic! You're doing everything just the way I love it. You usually rush things too much. This is great!"
She smiled around the thick plug of prick in her mouth. She was able to do something better than her twin! The idea turned her on even more. Mandy wanted to prove to the man she was at least the sexual woman her sister was.
Her lips clamped into a rigid ring around his prick. She pulled back, the din of his cockhead stopping just inside her teeth. Using her pearly teeth, she lightly scraped the entire length of his prick as she bobbed her face forward again. She face fucked herself just enough to really arouse his cock.
"Keep doing it. My whole prick is on fire. It's everything I can do to keep from jetting into your face. Ummm, God, don't stop sucking!"
That was the last thought in the blonde's head. She tasted a bitter drop of pre-come and almost pulled his prick from her mouth. Having a man come in her mouth had never been a favorite thing with her, but now she wondered. Would it be different if the man wasn't forcing her to take his come?
She allowed Stan's prick to snap free of her lips for a moment. The thick stalk of manmeat bounced wetly just inches fro her watering mouth. Her hot breath blew past the rigid boner and gusted through the tangled mat of his crotch hair.
"Would it be okay if you don't come in my mouth?" she asked hesitantly.
"Why, it doesn't matter. Just so long as you keep sucking. I… ummm, your hand on my balls is heaven! Jesus, Candy, this is the best head you've ever given me."
"Does it matter to you if you don't come in my mouth?" she asked, the very question making her pussy begin to flow and burn with need.
"No. I'll try to warn you. Now get back to it, wench!"
It didn't matter to him. It did matter to Charlie. He had to come in her mouth or it wasn't good, or so he said. The idea – that Stan cared enough for her that he would shoot his wad onto the floor – made the girl determined to please him in any way she could.
Her cheeks went hollow under the suction she applied to the tip of his prick. Her fingers worked over his hairy little nut sac. She even reached boldly past his nuts and sought out his asshole. Her middle finger wormed its way up his asshole as her tongue began trying to drill down into his piss slit.
"I… oh, sweet Jesus, I'm already there! Better get off the end of my cock. C-c-can't hold back much more!"
She loved the idea he actually warned her. She only sucked harder, vowing to enjoy this to the hilt. She couldn't hope to do that if she didn't suck some more and use her agile tongue all over the knobby head of his cock.
The bell-shaped hood at the end of his prick spread wider and wider. His prick pulled with virile power now, raw, lusty power that turned her on and not off, as it did with her own husband. There was a difference. She had done this all on her own. It wasn't being forced on her.
The woman squeezed down hard on the man's balls as the first spurt of jism squirted into her mouth. She felt it spatter onto her tonsils. Greedily, she nursed even harder on his prick. The second spurt smeared over her tongue.
The girl was pleasantly surprised at the taste. She loved it!
The salty tangy flavor of the man's come made her wonder at her earlier reluctance to swallow. It added excitement to the act. She had never felt a sexual high when giving head. Mandy didn't know if it was the idea that she was putting something over on Stan, or whether sucking actually was better with him, that turned her on so much.
When his prick flopped out of her mouth, totally limp, the man said, "You're improving, Candy. You didn't rush things the way you usually do. It's as if you'd developed patience. I've been telling you that eagerness is great, but you have to take things one at a time."
"I agree," Mandy said, startled at the man's words. It was certainly different from the way Charlie felt. He and Candy seemed to have more and more in common – just as Mandy was finding that she had more and more in common with Stan.
"Well?" he asked. "Me we going to continue or not?"
She sat on the edge of the bed, licking her lips. Mandy knew she was missing out on something again, some little point that a sexually active couple had, at which an outsider like her could only guess.
"Sure," she said, waiting to see what would happen. She didn't have to wait long. Stan lifted her skirt and began to eat her pussy. Mandy found out what he meant by taking it slow and easy. She'd never come so many times before.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Aw, come on, spoil-sport," Candy chided Charlie. "I want to go. Tonight."
"I told you that I'm too tired. What's got into you, anyway? You usually don't mind sitting around and watching TV or reading. Christ, sometimes I think that's all you ever want to do," Charlie said, looking at the woman he thought was his wife.
Candy sat on the edge of his chair, her fingers running through his hair in the most enticing way possible. "Come on, let's go to that new disco."
"You don't know how to disco."
"So show me. I want to learn."
Candy knew how to dance. She did it well. The feel of her body moving in the sinuous, snake-like dances turned her on sexually. And seeing all the men that danced turned her on, too. Some of them were real studs.
"I never thought I'd see the day I wanted to stay home and you didn't. But okay, lady, you got it. And I'm going to dance your little feet off. You're going to be sorry you disturbed the old man's sleep."
"No, I'm not," she said, stroking the bulge in his trousers as she rose to dress. She felt her heart beating strongly at the idea of going out with Charlie. Candy didn't think he was as handsome as Stan, but there was an animal magnetism to Charlie that appealed to her. She wanted to see how he danced, how he moved.
Candy bet herself that he moved as well on the dance floor as he would in bed.
The disco was filled to capacity. Hot bodies pressed into equally hot bodies, some of the individuals finding a partner and going out onto the dance floor – or leaving for more enjoyable pursuits.
"Damn, this place isn't fit for man or beast," Charlie said. "It's too crowded. Let's go."
"There's a table in the corner," Candy said, pulling the man along behind her like a captive animal. She had to elbow a couple to reach the table first, but she didn't care.
The entire disco was afire with emotion. The music sent electric-like shocks up and down her spine. She didn't know if it was the music and the crow exciting her or the idea she was with her sister's husband.