This was a sometime when his prick was all hard. Gosh, it just had to do with feeling the hard and soft spots of her tits.
"Uuuuummmmm! Feel all of my titties! Uuuuuu, that's so goooooood!"
Lance smiled, really started to dig touching a woman's titties. Oh yeah, he knew what titties were for. Ernie had told him many times that titties were for sucking. Because Ernie spied on one of his neighbor's who had given birth to twins and he always peeked at her through the kitchen window to watch her babies sucking on her saggy tits.
Nah, old Lance, or rather young Lance, wasn't a complete dummy when it came to knowing what to do with a pair of hefty tits.
He took Ramona by surprise.
Her tits, too.
His mouth sucked hard on Ramona's right nipple as he moved his hand to her left breast so that he could find out what a tit felt like in his mouth while his hand made sure that certain parts of Ramona's left tit remained hard while other parts remained soft.
"Ummmmmm! God! Youlititle fucker! So you been… ogoogh! You've been pulling my leg all this time!"
Ramona hugged him with all her might. And since she outweighed him by twenty pounds, and because she had big tits that could strangle a man when he sucked them, she nearly choked him to death on her erecting nipple.
Lance squirmed, his face becoming British red. Gosh, what could he do? Her nipple was getting so big in his mouth. And he only wanted to suck her tits to see if any milk would come out so that he could see if it was like that powdered shit his mom always mixed with his milk.
But now Ramona had a tenacious grip on the back of his head. And she made sure that his lips were glued tight to her tits. Then she leaned back, and Lance flopped all over her warm, writhing body.
And Ramona was rubbing her thighs and hips and pubic hair and floppy, flappy cunt-lips all around that bulge at the crotch of his Levi's.
And Lance's cock was being bent double because it was in that sometimes state of being hard and erecting in the wrong direction – down his pant leg instead of out his fly.
He groaned and squirmed, and tried to get his cock into a comfortable position by rubbing his prick against Ramona's writhing body.
Then his prick wasn't uncomfortable any more. His prick felt as if it were out in the open, out in the cool air where it could have room for the glans to grow as big as a baseball.
Then he realized what Ramona had done to his prick.
She had unzipped his pants and had relieved his prick of all that discomfort.
He tried to look down, or around, or through her tits, but her grip was too strong and his face remained plastered to her bosom. Sweat was running off his upper lip to join the drool that was coming from his mouth and cascading off that huge tit that was pillowing him to death.
Then there wasn't any more pressure on the back of his head.
"Oh Gosh! Oh Gosh! Oooooohhhhhh!"
Lance had said "Oh gosh" because Ramona had moved into another position while his body had frozen in fear above hers.
And with all the sweat and drool and juice that poured from his cock and the juice that poured from her cunt, the couch was like a bed of butter that Ramona could easily slide around on.
Her body had shifted around so that her feet and cunt were pointing toward the north end of his body, and her head was at the southern, and her hands were taking a batter's grip on his cock.
"Ooooohhhh! Please! What are you doing?"
"Mmmgggfffhhh! Mmmggghhhfff! Mmmmgggghhhhffff!"
Lance couldn't understand her.
Why did she talk so funny?
And why was there a buzzing feeling all around his cock?
He looked south.
No! What was she doing!
She was eating his prick!
Oh, Mother would just slay him!
He quickly looked north, didn't want to see the sight of his prick being chewed off his body so that all he was left with was a bloody stump that all the boys in gym would laugh at.
He closed his eyes. He had never been so scared in his life. He braced for the pain that would come shooting up from his cock when it was amputated from his body by a woman surgeon who used her mouth for a scalpel.
He waited.
Waited for the blood-bursting agony.
But all he felt was a buzzzzzz on his prick.
And all he heard were the sounds of sucking. The same sounds Ernie had made with his mouth when he imitated his neighbor's twin babies sucking at their mama's saggy tits.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Then the buzz turned into a different feeling. The kind of feeling he had when he dreamed about cunts being drawn in the sand by Ernie's big toe. The kind of feeling he got when he would play with his prick, give it a twirl and watch it grow big, then give it a whack and watch it grow soft.
But this feeling was more powerful. His balls felt tremendously explosive. And his prick felt very bloated, and he wanted to give it a whack to make it go down so that he wouldn't choke Mrs. Rathers on his embarrassing cock.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
"Aaaaahhhhh! Ohplease!Something's going to happen! Oh Gosh! Please let my pee-pee go! I promise that I'll never come over again! Aaaaaiiiieeeee!"
Ramona's lips smacked deliciously as she took a slight cocksucking breather to see what kind of erection she had given the kid's prick.
"Wow! You're gonna be hung someday, kid!"
Hung?
They wouldn't hang him for putting his wee-wee into Mrs. Rathers' mouth, would they?
Oh gosh! Oh Mother!
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
"Oh please! I don't wanna hang! Please stop it! I-oh gosh, something's happening! I gopita go pee-pee! Please don't do that with your mouth!"
But Ramona kept doing that with her mouth, kept moving her cocksucking lips up and down Lance's prick-shaft. And her hands were joining the fun of keep-doing-that. Her hands were filled with his fine-haired balls, and she was jostling them around while his prick kept jostling around in her mouth as she kept doing that.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Lance was going crazy! He looked south again.
Oh gosh! Look how big his pee-pee had gotten! Oh Mother!
Then he looked north again, didn't want to see the sight of Ramona's cock-hungry mouth moving up and down on his cock-shaft.
Gosh, he didn't want to hang!
And he didn't want to pee in her mouth!
But he had to. Had to get rid of something that was threatening to blow his balls apart while thy were being jostled in her hands.
Then something came out of his prick.
And Lance made a nasty face – like the lime in kindergarten when he had tried to hold back the shit that threatened to make a mess out of his Cowboy Bob jeans.
Now he made a mess out of Ramona's mouth.
But it felt better than taking a shit. It felt tremendously exciting! So exciting as all that sweet goodness came out of his pee-pee and poured into Ramona's slurp-slurp-slurping mouth.
"aaaaiiiieeee! Oh Gosh! Aaaiiieee!"
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
"Mmmmmgggggfppffhhhhh! Mgggmmmmfffgggghhhhhhhhh!"
Lance wanted to die a thousand deaths, but none of them by hanging. He wanted to die because the pleasure felt so good. His prick, felt soooooooo amazingly great, like nothing he had ever felt before.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Then it didn't feel good.
It felt very slimy and greasy.
It felt like his prick was now in the state of sometimes soft.
It felt like that time he had been awakened by the white mud that his loins had lain in after he had dreamed of a toe-etching done in the sand by Ernie McGrew.
And it felt very funny to have his prick being cleansed by something that felt much smoother than Kleenex.
He looked south.
Ramona was wiping away all the clingy, white, mud-like balls that clung to his sometimes soft cock.