She enjoyed using her mouth on a man's rod. It showed in her face, the bright flush of interest that colored her cheeks, the little puffing sounds she made as she licked and kissed, and it showed most vividly in the skillful technique her mouth had developed over the years. She had no false modesty about it, either. Enough men had told her how good she was. They knew it, and she knew it, but proving it was the most delightful part of all.
Connie Talbot didn't give conventional blowjobs. She made love to a cock with her mouth, playing a symphony of arousal, effect, and stimulation, a harmonious blending that all of her men had found indescribably delicious.
She began by kissing the underside of his dick, working downward from the point to the dangling sac of balls. As her mouth moved down Roger's length she held him upright with two fingers of one hand, their nails exerting a definite pressure on his swollen knob. Her tongue darted out to lick and trace his urethral bulge, too, and she spent a long, lovely time in the region where his cock and scrotum joined. She pulled with her lips at the tiny hairs growing from his bag, making Roger moan, but it was nothing compared to the moan he gave when she opened her mouth wide and allowed his balls to slip inside for some careful sucking and rolling.
Her hand moved in slow masturbation on his cock while she nursed its twin sprouting jewels, and she felt him pat her in affection. His balls seemed to engorge in her mouth as she sucked them, and she let them fall free at last, not wishing to drive him too soon to the breaking point.
Connie bent his cock toward her and started lipping and tonguing the upper side of his rigid erection, tracing her way once again to the swollen glans her fingers held entrapped. Roger lifted his head and shoulders from the bed, leaning toward her, and his fingers began to twine and weave in her silken brown locks as her lips finally attained his cockhead.
"That feels so good," he told her in a choked voice as her tongue set about rimming his glans. Connie knew damned well that the coronal edges were the most excitable part of a man's cock, and she traced Roger's with her tongue, stroking him in a careful rhythmic pattern that alternated between fast licking and a very slow, prolonged oral caress. She held him now about the middle of the penis, her index finger directly atop one of the knotty veins that stood out vividly on his pole, and she could feel his pulse thumping and pounding with his increasing degree of excitement.
But Roger's stepped-up arousal couldn't sway Connie from the task she'd set herself, that of giving him the best oral sex he'd ever had. If she'd used her hand then, in just the right shucking way, he'd have exploded in a bubbling fountain of cum. She knew it would have been okay with him, and she wouldn't have minded it either, but it could be better – more erotic, more tantalizing – so that his ejaculation, when it occurred, would not be just another cum, but an experience.
She opened her mouth and took his glans inside, sucking it hard for a moment or two before she released it, wet and shiny. Her fingers stroked the tender flesh, dripping with her saliva, and she kissed at the red suck marks she'd left on the peeled skin below the head. Again she could feel his strong male throbbing, and she knew that her own pulse was racing too. Her heart thumped like a drum behind her left tit. It had been too long since she'd had a man to love. Now she knew what she'd been missing all that time – the smell, the taste, the closeness, the knowledge that soon he'd be raging inside her, hard and eager, his cock jerking to rid itself of a boiling load of semen.
Eagerly Connie began to lick and kiss and bite her way up and down his penis. Time had no meaning for her. She wanted only to love his manhood with her mouth, to chew and suck him to a gush of bubbling release.
Up and down raced Connie's lips, the tongue peeking from between them to flick wetly along the shaft of Roger's dick. She nipped at his urethra, just hard enough to let him know she cared, and she cupped his scrotum in her hand, jiggling it to make the stones inside shake, rattle and roll together. He groaned at what she was doing to him, and Connie heard a similar muted cry seep from her own lips. Her mouth darted upward, into the flaring underside of his glans, and she kissed him there a dozen times, loud and smacking. His penis jerked and swelled despite the grip in which she held it, and she knew he was close.
Her tongue flitted out, stealing into his slit. He had a big one, matching the bigness of his pecker, and she reamed it with her tongue, stabbing at the hole as if she meant to fuck his cock with the tip of her tongue.
It was too much for Roger. He'd endured the slow torture of her mouth work, but this drove him beyond recall. He grabbed her head and tried to force his dick into her kissing mouth. She opened it, not enough to let him ram inside, but enough to entrap the bulge of his glans behind her front teeth. Only when she felt the first gush of his blasting jism did she open wider, taking almost half his prick into her gullet and allowing his cum to spun into her gulping throat.
He emptied himself into her, groaning and sighing as the tremors of his ejaculation swept through him. Connie drank his love gift happily, and she could feel a warm oozing between her thighs. That nearly always happened when she really got into a blowjob, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. She took it all, drinking it down, too much a lady to belch it forth and let his seed drip sloppily from her lips and chin. It had been entirely too, long, she thought with satisfaction, sucking him dry.
His cock wearied with the effort, and she felt it going soft in her mouth. Not too soft, though. He was still half-hard when she let him bob free, and he was pleasantly big even with only half a hard-on. Connie smacked her lips, touched herself gently between the legs, and crawled to lie beside him. He put one hand on her nearest breast, the other on the fluffed mons between her stockinged thighs, and his mouth descended upon hers.
She gurgled with joy as his tongue rammed between her lips to tickle the interiors of her cheeks, and she closed her mouth to entrap him there. They kissed until neither of them had any air left, and they fell apart with laughs and fond slaps.
"That was dynamite," Roger said enthusiastically. "Nobody's ever done me quite like that before. And I thought my generation discovered oral sex."
"You can still learn from the old-timers," Connie giggled. She rubbed his chest. He had a lot of hair, a symbol of masculinity that aroused her nearly as much as a bigger symbol between his legs. "Back in Ohio when I was a teenager, nice girls didn't go to bed with boys until they were married. Not unless they wanted everyone in town to talk about them in dirty whispers. But there are realities to consider. And snow jobs." She laughed. "You've never been a sixteen-year-old virgin in a back seat with a boy telling her that his hard-on is a dangerous muscle spasm, that unless it's taken care of, he could be crippled for life. That was how I got hooked in, the first time. I believed him, and when he told me how I could help, well -! And I felt responsible, anyway, because he told me I excited him so much. So I used my mouth and hands. The second time I did it because I liked it. But only with boys that I was sure wouldn't spread it all over. Hey! You won't tell anybody about me, will ya? Promise you respect me?"
"Promise," he swore, sliding a finger into her furry slit. Connie squirmed, using her cuntal muscles to suck him in deep.
"Most of the nice girls did it," she went on. "I enjoyed it more than most, and I think I've gotten pretty good over the years. My God, Roger, I can still remember my honeymoon! My husband was the first man who ever fucked me, and the second night we were man and wife he explained to me, very solemnly and seriously, that sex consisted of more than simple screwing. Mmmm! He never got over how fast I picked up on sucking him off! He told me I must have a natural talent for it."