9 Lick My Balls

"I guess you wonder why I asked you over here tonight," he said. "I suppose you're asking yourself that."

"You want me to suck you off?" she asked, her voice perfectly level. "You want me to take your cock in my mouth and suck it till you shoot. Isn't that it?"

Mr. Robbins choked a little on his drink. "Well... I'm not sure I'd put it like that..."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not insulted or anything. I'd love to suck you off. But maybe you've had a bit too much to drink already..."

He seemed insulted, and immediately put his glass down on the coffee table beside him. "I'm not the least bit drunk. And if anything, I can get it up better when I've had a few. Why don't I prove it to you?"

Lisa was prepared to set to work right there. She would have leaned over, unzipped him, stuffed his cock in her mouth on the spot. She still hadn't had any real practice, but Robbins didn't seem in any condition to be such of a judge. Besides, he hadn't been sucked off in so long he would probably be satisfied with anything.

He insisted that they retire to the bedroom. Lisa imagined he wanted that so as to insult his wife in some way, and she felt a little uncomfortable at first. But she soon quit worrying. It would be her first sex experience in a proper bed. And for the first time, she would be able to stretch out and enjoy herself. She was determined to use the occasion to learn all she could about cock-sucking.

He stumbled down the hall in front of her, stripping as he went. By the time he flopped on his back on the big double bed he was completely naked, and his big soft cock rolled back against his belly lazily. He propped himself up on pillows and spread his legs, waiting for her. He was tanned and muscular, she was pleased to see.

"You want me to undress too, I suppose?" she smiled, kicking off her shoes.

"Of course, you silly girl. You think I'd pass up a chance to see those big beautiful tits of yours?"

Lisa unzipped her jeans and forced them down her slender brown legs. Her pretty blue panties stretched in a tiny triangle across her crotch. For a few seconds she paused and let him stare at her just like that, in her panties and T-shirt. Then she crossed her arms, hauled the T-shirt off over her head, let her big tits bounce free on her chest.

She heard his intake of breath, and after she'd tossed her shirt to one side she hefted her tits in her palms for him, lifted them, flicked the stiff brown nipples with her thumbs. Then she bent over and let her tits dangle free while she peeled off her pretty panties. Her tits hung down like heavy ripe fruit and swung gently from side to side.

"Jesus Christ," he murmured from the bed. His eyes moved from her swaying tits to the beautiful triangle of blonde pussy hair at her crotch. He began breathing heavily.

Lisa clambered onto the bed, giggling, and John made a space for her between his legs. She scooted down, till her face was inches from his limp prick. She stared at his balls and at the long soft cock angling off across his lower belly. She planted her hands on the insides of his thighs and spread them farther apart.

"Lick my balls. Use your mouth on them," he murmured. He glared at her painted young face surrounded by the ringlets of fluffy blonde hair.