He cupped her tits with both hands, and, smiling, took to teasing the nipples into place. One shot up immediately. the other, reluctantly, shy, waited a moment. But then, with careful coaxing and an application of Howard's gentle fingers, the second titty nipple shot up, like a sky rocket. He puckered his lips. "Mmmm, my dear," he cooed, "I'm going to give you a special little tonguing. Just something to make you twitter all over."
Susan Bender laughed and giggled. She loved the way Howard Goddard carried on, as if her were some kind of old-fashioned fop or gigolo. "Mmmm," she said, "one thing that might help me twitter, as you put it, would be to be a naked man smiling at me."
"But of course," said Mr Goddard. He removed his glasses and his shirt and coat. Smiling his demure smile, he took off his trousers, too. Then his shoes and socks, and, finally, his underwear. "There you have it my dear," he muttered, somewhat less confident in the nude that in his clothes, "the real Howard Goddard."
"I like the real Howard Goddard," said Susan. She ran her fingertips up along Howard's chest. He didn't have a chance to refuse her tender massage. He watchedher delicate small hands go to work on his belly. She slid down onto her knees and applied her succulent lips to the task of sucking him into total passion. His cock flapped upwards with just a touch from her fingers. He flew off in every direction at once, shaking and wiggling. When he settled down, his prick was as stiff as a steel poker, as strong as the most durable plastic. A single large vein pumped up and down in a bulbous portion of itself and then continued forward, disappearing below the heady rim of his mushroom tip, there perhaps to deliver the hot blood necessary to complete the perfect boner.
"Mmmm," hummed Susan. She watched the prick pulse. His meaty shaft made Howard one of Susan's favorite choices for an afternoon ass read. He had a way about him. No matter how much puncturing proved necessary, Howard always made the chore seem easy. She remembered the very first time that she'd met him and suggested the she be fucked up the asshole. He refused, of course, but later fingered her a bit. They met on other occasions, but never had she submitted herself to what she considered the final insult. Never, that is, until today.
Now, as both of them knew full well, Susan would allow Howard all the freedom he wanted from her asshole and if that were not enough for him, then she would find some other way to satisfy him.
She went down on his cock. The mushroom head fit neatly between her lips and she made sure to rub gently the undersideandthetopsideofthat gorgeous meaty flower-like prick head. Her tongue wet down the satin skin and her lips took care of everything else. When she'd stimulated him to a new an easy high, she then applied her mouth to the task. She filled her oral cavity with the man's long thick meat. The thing extended easily into her throat. She cupped her lips on the shaft and determined to make him as hard as she possibly could. She estimated that the fucking itself would take no longer than a few seconds if in fact Howard's monstrous cock had been carefully manipulated into the right shape and, of course, it goes without saying, the proper strength.
With this in mind, she took care to stretch his penis lengthwise in front of her actively sucking lips. She went down the side of his cock the way a hungry midwesterner eats a corn cob. She cleaned him of the kernels that might otherwise have been left intact. When she'd nibbled away and his boner seemed to hum with special intensity, she took the big prick out from between her lips and slid just her tongue up and down the length of the shaft. She made sure to give it a good licking. She concentrated next on the balls. There she sucked first one and then the other into her face. But what turned her on the most was the opportunity to got to work on his fine narrow ass crease. She had him turned over on the couch and ready to be reamed in no time at all. His belly hadn't even hit the sofa when Susan landed her tongue deep into his ass groove.
"Ooooooh, God," cried Howard Goddard. "Susan, I don't remember you being quite so active a fucker when I last met you."
"No," she said, "I have changed somewhat. I'm glad that you noticed." Wit that simple comment, she drove her face between his buttocks and took special care to drill her tongue into the small hole further in.
"Ahhhhh," moaned Howard Goddard, "and I thought it was you in need of me and not the other way around." He laughed out loud as her tongue tickled his bunghole. With the waving of his hips, Susan recognized that Goddard was sufficiently turned on. She also realized that at any minute now he might turn into the horny expatriate of the bunghole and slam her anus hole in half with his huge penis. She was almost wishing that he would when he said: "You know, Susan, I'm not sure why you called me here today. After all, you certainly do seemed liberated and ready for all the sex you can get. I don't think that it should be some sort of a problem for you to get all the fucking you want wherever and whenever you want it. Do I make my question clear?"
"Quite," she said. "Forget it." She pounded her tongue deep into Howard Goddard's asshole. Soon she had him bouncing and complaining that he wanted more than she was giving. She knew that that was some sort of clue. She sat up out from between his legs.
"Now me, Howard. It's only fair."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." She lay down on the carpet and then did a half-push-up, onto her hands and knees. The older man smiled as he inspected the crate of moon flesh.He approached her like a cat concentrating on a tasty morsel just out of his reach.
He dove for the crotch groove. He wanted to make her anus explode like a volcano. He would stick his TNT cock into her cliffside and blow her up. He straddled her legs. This of course pushed her buttocks close together and made the tiny entrance even smaller.
"Howard," she asked, "what are you doing?"
"I always like a challenge," he said. "Don't you know that Sue?"
She laughed and bid him get on with the task. She wiggled her asscheeks as a sign that he should begin. He rubbed the moonshaped orbs of spherical flesh at the ends of her cheeks. Then his palms traveled upwards in gentle circles.
"So gentle?" she queried.
"For the time being," he said. "Just until we really get going."
"Howard," she commented, "I'm am really going. Please?"
"Alright, my dear." He slid one hand into the groove and parted the closed cheeks. Below was the hole itself. He probed it open with a quick stiff finger.
Her anus muscle expanded to twice its normal size. He could see the grooved piece of muscle straining to close. But before he would allow such a disaster to occur, he lifted his cock into place. The mushroom head divided the tight pieces of her ass flesh even more. Into the breach he shot his canon. The prick jerked froward of its own accord and Howard Goddard had landed his phallus in Susan Bender's asshole.
"Harrrruuuuumph," she wailed. "You did it!"
"Of course, my dear," said Howard. He slid his arm around her waist and traveled into her clit space. He found the juicy morsel of flesh ready and willing, twitching with anticipation. He stuffed her pussy with two long fingers and then sought to concentrate on just the piece of penis-cunt. The thing went flapping wildly as Howard rubbed Susan close to orgasmic ecstasy.
"Ahhhh," she cried. "Howard, you do have your ways!" She smiled in her asshole and the opening spread. He took advantage of the found space, stuffed it full of hot meat. "Crud!" cried Susan, "you don't leave a girl much choice."
"Never," said Howard. "They don't always know what to do with it. Why take the chance?" With that he poked her even harder. Her ass rolled around and around his meat moved quickly and accurately to stimulate her long channel. His fingers continued to work successfully on her pussy, too. She throbbed with anticipation of her coming. Soon, she knew, she would spread juice all over Howard, and he, too, would flood her with his hot jism.