"You sure you know what you're getting into."
"Oh, I think I can handle your hot lips."
"Hot lips yes, but there's more with it." She liked acting mysterious like that.
Cecile suddenly took the tip of his cock between her lips – just the tip.
"Ooh, ah, yes, yes!"
Sam's groan was so intense, Marv couldn't help but notice. "Hey, what do you two have going up there?"
"This lady's dynamite," he responded.
"Well, just you be sure to leave a little for me."
"Come now, two friends never let a great pair of lips mess things up."
"Cryptic, aren't we."
"You know what I mean." But Sam was already getting too hot to keep talking. He looked down and saw that the broad was now taking more of him in side her lips, until she suddenly had him almost entirely within. "Baby, that's it, that's the way." Sam actually managed to reach a bottle of booze which was within arm reach. His senses were bombarded as he took a long swig of whiskey. Veronica liked that, liked that little touch she'd added to her little masturbatory creation of a party. Why not, for what is to stop a guy from guzzling anything at all – or doing anything at all – while some broad went down on him?
Sam began groaning so loudly that the other couple interrupted their own action to witness. Veronica could hardly believe how the broad took so much cock into her. She looked with delight as she relinquished her hold on the wet, hot cock – she could see the throbbing vein on the underside, the crimson tip, and the opening on top which dilated and became smaller, almost as if it were breathing. Then, she miraculously took it back in, little by little, farther in, amazingly deep. When it seemed as if it wasn't possible for any more of the member to disappear, it slid deeper still – inch by arduous inch, half-inch by half, quarter by quarter.
"Oh baby, oh baby," he groaned out.
"Suck 'im, suck 'im!" Marv ejaculated.
That's when Cecile began to apply the pressure. She apparently did this by inhaling through a corner of her mouth, then closing it air-tight which aided her sucking. Sucking created suction, and suction drove the man crazing until he was begging for mercy: it was almost too much for the man to take. Veronica was fascinated by the member, the way it moved in and out of Cecile's mouth. She wanted to get in on that kind of action: suck action. She wanted to feel that throbbing vein, to lick the sweaty underside of his balls, to move her fingers up the entire length of the shaft until she could almost sense the sperm moving up his inner tubes.
Veronica imagined that she might as well learn from such a show and give her own guy some of that kind of stuff. She had Marv (whose eyes were already popping at the thought of getting similar treatment) lie on his back. Then she placed a pillow under his buns. "Here," she said, "just lay that under your manhood." It now appeared that the center of his very being was his genitals – his cock sticking proudly up like a flag pole, his balls hanging swollen and limpid – genitals which were ripe and ready to be manipulated and woman handled. Veronica didn't know where to begin and just hesitated for a second in awe. She didn't know why, but she was tempted to pull on his cock and almost lift him up as if it were some kind of handle, or better yet a leash. But enough of this, she thought: no time for nonsense, just heavy action. Vern knelt over the man and started to rub the skin around his pole. First she ascribed long circles with wide arches all around the top part of his cock where pubic hairs matted above and waited for brushing; then she moved to the opposite side under his thighs where his balls brushed and created slightly pink marks. "You're going to love this," she said, "I know you're going to love this." For a split second she thought of John – but there was no way that he could be having half-way as good a time as she was in the other room; anyway, she didn't have to let him; it was her fantasy.
Veronica began to lower herself in for the kill, like a great female animal ready to pounce. She was stanching out, all right, strutting forward and positioning her tits to add to the excitement. "Suck it, suck it," he almost begged.
Veronica looked down on her object – a hairy bobo if there ever was one. She grabbed on the base of his cock and could immediately feel the torrid heat. "Oh, oh, that's very nice, a nice hot cock." He liked that, liked to have her comment on his manhood (and what man wouldn't when confronted with a sort of ideal womanhood ready to go to any lengths to please him) and he nodded in approval. Vern lowered her lips to the very tip, the very apex of his penis. She knew that was the tender spot, and that the way she handled it could mean the difference between merely a good and a positively great lay, the kind that a man uses as a measuring stick for all other lays after it (Oh, that was okay, he might think, but nothing like the way this girl I once had knew how to do it).
Vern touched the tip with her tongue and could almost feel the abrupt beginning of his hole. Then she took her right hand and squeezed the cock very tightly, until it looked as if she was driving the blood into the tip of his penis – which was rapidly turning burning, almost dangerously red.
"Too much. this is fucking too much!" he blurted. Vern knew that was as good as an endorsement, as good as a fucking vote, as good as a unanimous decision, as good as a fucking mandate, to continue and even dare to go beyond this point. Meanwhile, Sam and Cecile were becoming interested, aware that something special was in the works, cognizant that they were witnessing a novel act – and that's the way Veronica wanted it in her imagination. Now that she had the dildo, and the smarts to compose such a scenario, she wanted to go all the way with it. So, she imagined taking that thick, manly stem in her hand, and then in both hands, and pumping it until she had him dangerously close to spurting in her face.
"Easy baby… easy," he pleaded, "I mean, you don't want me to shoot my wad too soon now do you." He looked up with big dilated eyes, drawing in air through his heavy, masculine, hairy nostrils.
"No baby," she countered. "That's not the way I want it." Knowing he was now grateful, as well as lustful, he was hers to play with as she wished. "Think it's time for a little meal," she said. Then Veronica looked at a glistening drop of come which had somehow escaped onto the tip of his cock, just sitting there awaiting some move. Vern thought she'd like to taste it on her tongue. Vern thought she'd like to swallow it. Vern thought she'd like to use it as an appetizer for what would be coming later in bountiful gobs. Sam and Cecile were just sitting there now, taking it all in. Sam was whispering to Cecile something about how quickly Veronica seemed to learn her tricks and then Cecile responded something about how the girl was no youngster just out of Iowa or nothing of the kind. They knew they were dealing with a hot cunt – or that's the way Vern had it in her imagination (the old mind's eye) anyways.
Veronica took the top of his penis in her mouth and instantly tasted the pungent sensation of his jism – or at least the tiny drop of it – right in her mouth. Shit, she thought, if one drop tastes this fantastic, imagine what the whole package is! But Veronica soon became to preoccupied with her task for such pondering. She liked the audience, too. It made her the center of attraction, a new kind of sex queen, to be envied, desired. She knew that Marv wanted her – the way he looked at her breasts, the way he seemed captivated by the way she moved, the way he watched her buns so intensely, all tipped her off that he'd like to get off on her.