10 Oh Girlie, Oh Girlie

She smiled at him, leaned down, and touched one of his hairy balls with the tip of her tongue. His ball shifted slightly in its crepe pouch, rolled softly against its partner. And she followed it, forcing the ball gently this way and that with her tongue, playing with it. After a few seconds she began playing with the other bloated ball.

"That's nice. Oh yes," he muttered, watching her. "Use your tongue on my balls like that. Lick them."

With long slow sweeps of her tongue, Lisa did as she was told, scraping his balls this way and that. Then she opened her mouth wider, planted her red lips against one ball in a soft wet kiss. When she drew back, a red circle of lipstick gleamed on his ball sac. She glanced up at him and smiled, her eyes teasing.

"You like licking my balls?" he asked.

But she didn't answer. Her mouth had fallen over his other ball and taken it completely inside.

She was sucking his ball, rolling it back and forth on her tongue and bathing it in the warm juices of her mouth. The skin of his ball sac stretched taut as she tugged gently with her lips. Her tongue curled every which way on his balls, circling it, teasing it, hefting it. Her big blue eyes stared up over his limp cock into his face, judging his reaction.

Suddenly his prick gave a mighty roll and ended up on the other side of his belly, angled up an inch into the air. She spat out his ball and smiled, her eyes full of fun. Then she sank her mouth down again and slipped the other ball between her glossy red lips. Together they watched his cock inch its way up into the air in a series of quick twitches.

"Oh, girl, you really know how to use that mouth, you know? I've never had my balls sucked like this before."

Lisa felt her heart swell with pride. She had no real experience with this sort of thing, yet she was doing so well. She was pleasing him! She was giving him something that his wife, a much older woman, didn't give him. And she was doing it in the family bedroom. She began to feel quite adult and mature.

Whatever she was doing was obviously having its effect. A big ugly blue vein in the side of his cock was throbbing, and steadily his prick was lifting itself into the air, angling up and up as if it were attached to wires. The cock was thickening, growing longer, shifting back so that it pointed up over his navel. And all without her touching, his cock! She had done all this with her mouth on his balls.

"Oh girlie, oh girlie," he croaked, still watching her tensely. "You're going to have quite a bit of cock to handle."

This was true, Lisa realized, and she decided she'd better get started before his prick was too huge. His hard-on already seemed to stretch for more than eight inches over the hairy plain of his belly. Folds of skin had peeled off his purple cockhead and left it shining like a wet mushroom.

She spit out his steaming ball and began working up from the base of his prick, scraping her tongue over the thick root of his cock and licking from side to side. She didn't use her hands on him, just her mouth and tongue, and his cock tilted this way and that as she nudged it. The whole time she kept her eyes locked on his face.

"Oh girlie, oh girlie," he moaned. He had propped himself up on his elbows and was glaring at her wildly.

Lisa dipped her head from side to side and wrapped her lips over the trunk of his cock. Greasy red lipstick smudged off onto the cockshaft. Her tongue flicked all over his cock, tickling and teasing. And his prick continued to grow, stiffening into a steel bar that threw a shadow across his belly. She could feel every vein and ridge in the cock's surface with her tongue.