Chapter 7
Yes, the sweet nymphet knew that it was time to suck cock. Samuel Hastings whimpered and moaned as the sweet nymphet removed her right fingertips from the underside of his cock shaft.
"I need to feel your sweet mouth on my cock now," the handsome bank president said.
She jerked back with her head and shoulders to avoid getting slapped in her preciously cute kisser by the bulbous blue-black head of the bank president's tool of masculinity.
"I need to feel your hot lips on the head of my dick," the handsome bank president said.
Lydia Murcer reached up and gripped the bank president's cock. She verified, in this manner, her earlier assumption that her fingers would not wrap all the way around the stem of his pecker.
"I want to feel you sucking me, ohhhhhhhh," the handsome bank president said.
That is, her fingers would not reach without the help of her long red fingernails. She could feel the tips of her nails pressing red semi-circles into the heel of her right palm.
"I can't wait to taste your jism," the pretty little rich girl said.
"Why do you say that, little lady?" the handsome bank president said.
"I just know it is going to be delicious," the pretty little rich girl said.
She began to squeeze at the stem of the bank president's tool.
She synchronized the squeezing of his cock and his balls.
"Yeah, baby," the bank president said.
Lydia Murcer used her right hand to point his cock at her face.
"I need it," the bank president said.
Lydia Murcer concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her face. Lydia Murcer knew that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she possibly could if she hoped to have any chance at aJI of getting that thick cock head in her mouth.
Lydia Murcer worked her jaw from side to side a little bit. She wanted to get the kinks out of the hinges so that she would be able to distend her jaw when the time came.
Lydia Murcer concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose, just as she did before sucking his balls.
"I need to feel you sucking the come right out of me," the handsome bank president said.
Her nostrils against flared and the sweet nymphet could hear her animalistic snorting noises louder than ever. Lydia Murcer knew that pretty soon breathing exclusively through her nose was going to be a necessity. After all, her mouth was going to be full. Her mouth was going to be full with cock meat!
"Ohhhhhh, I want to fill your belly with jism," the handsome bank president said.
Lydia Murcer then dropped her jaw and she opened her mouth as far as she could. Her mouth fell gaping open. The skin at the corners of her mouth stretched taut. Her jaw began to ache.
"I want to feed you a hot meal of jism," the handsome bank president said.
Lydia Murcer concentrated on pushing the pain in her jaw into the back of her head, as far from her stream of consciousness as she could get it, so that she would be able to concentrate her attention exclusively on the pleasure she was giving. She could feel her jaw threatening to lock in the open position. She used her right hand to point the tip of the bank president's pole at her mouth, at her gaping mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, you are making me burn, burn, burn," the handsome bank president said.
Then she pushed forward with her face and he took the head of his dick inside her mouth. It was a tight fit but it was a fit nonetheless. The head of the bank president's cock was so thick that it stretched the corners of her mouth even further than they were stretched already-and the sweet nymphet was not sure she would have thought that was possible unless she had felt it or herself.
Lydia Murcer could feel the head of the bank president's cock throbbing against the mucous membranes at the insides of her cheeks.
She could feel the glans pulsating hard against the flat part of her tongue. She pushed forward with her face until her lips were locked desperately around the ring of scar tissue at the top of the bank president's cock shaft.
She began to suck.
There was nothing cute or subtle about the way she sucked the head of the bank president's cock as there had been earlier when she was sucking at the bank president's balls. Oh no, she sucked as hard as she could at his dick. Lydia Murcer wanted to suck the jism right out of him. Lydia Murcer could tell that she was not going to have to suck the bank president's cock for very long at all to make him come. Lydia Murcer could tell that the bank president was already very close to the brink of ecstasy.
She began to pump up and down on the stem of the man's pecker with her right fist. She was sucking the bank president off and jerking the bank president off simultaneously. Samuel Hastings loved every second of it.
Lydia Murcer could feel the shaft of the bank president's cock getting a little bit thicker against her right palm and against the insides of her tightly curled fingers. Lydia Murcer's fingers were curled around the man's cock shaft so hard that her knuckles had whitened with the created tension.
Lydia Murcer began to jerk off the bank president's dick stem hard and fast, and she sucked at his cock head more enthusiastically than ever.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Lydia Murcer could feel the bank president's cock head spasming against her hand. She could feel the head of the man's dick getting even larger in her mouth, so that her jaw had to prop open even further than before to accommodate the bulk.
Then he screamed.
Loudly.
Berserk.
His dick head spasmed. He began to come.
It did not take the sweet nymphet long to figure out that the bank president was going to shoot a hell of a lot more seed than she had been counting on.
She could tell immediately that she was going to have to struggle, and struggle hard, if she was going to have any chance at all of keeping all of that silver seed inside her mouth.
She puffed out her cheeks and made herself look like she had the mumps or something. Still, she could not hold all of the come.
There was too much jism and the sweet nymphet's mouth was too small to hold it all.
She could feel some of the bank president's silver seed oozing from the corners of her mouth, rolling down onto her chin where it turned quickly with its exposure to the fresh air into a substance that reminded the bank president of gray Jell-O.
Lydia Murcer managed to keep most of the come inside her mouth however and this was quite an accomplishment all by itself.
Lydia Murcer found that the come was hotter than she thought it was going to be also. There was a moment when she thought the inside of her mouth was being scalded by that stuff.
She had to wait for the come to cool inside her mouth before her taste buds could appropriately register the flavor.
It was worth the wait, however, as she found that his come was delicious, even more delicious than she had thought it would be, and that was saying something.
His come tasted fishy and salty. It was refreshing in a way that her imagination never could have conjured.
She couldn't get enough of that stuff. She began to swallow hard.
Immediately. She found that she loved the texture of the stuff every bit as much as the flavor. She thought that the bank president's jism felt like so many raw egg whites as it slithered down the entire length of her gullet toward the spot of warmth and contentment that was forming at the pit of her tummy where the fuck juice accumulated.
She was determined to keep sucking at the bank president's cock until his come was through. She found that she had no trouble keeping all of his jism inside of her mouth after the first blast of jism. She found that the quantity of come in each of his squirts diminished rapidly following the first blast.
She timed her sucking motions and her swallowing action so that these reactions were in sync with the spasms and squirts from the bank president's dick.
She sucked and swallowed.
Sucked and swallowed.
Sucked and swallowed.
She emptied his scrotum.
She sucked him until his come was through.
All of his muscles relaxed and his breathing slowed once his climax was through. Lydia Murcer felt as if she had just been fed a hot meal. She had been able to feel herself grow healthier as she quaffed down that cream.
She left her right hand on his cock shaft.
She left her left hand under his balls.
She loosened her grip with both hands, however, as she showed an immediate respect for his unadulterated sexual appeasement.
She left her mouth on his purple cock head.
She stopped sucking, however, when his come was over. She left the head of his cock in her mouth because it felt so good in there. It felt at home in there. She could feel the shaft of his cock getting skinnier. Her fingers were now able to wrap themselves all the way around his cock shaft without the help of her long red fingernails. She could feel the head of his cock getting smaller too, and this offered her jaw its first chance to relax in what felt like ages.
The she did pull her mouth off the head of the man's cock.
"I cannot believe how fucking good that felt," the handsome bank president said.
The girl did not pull her mouth off of his cock head very far. She stopped pulling back when her upper lip was still less than inch away from the still swollen lips astride his piss hole.
The girl crossed her eyes and looked down past her nose at the tip of the man's cock. She could see that there was something connecting his piss hole and her mouth but it took her a moment or two to figure out what that was. She finally realized that it was a string of come that was bridging them.
"My pleasure was so fucking intense," the handsome bank president said.
She pulled back with her head and shoulders another three inches and that string of come stretched and drooped and broke. She pumped at the stem of the man's cock three times to see if there was any come trapped uncomfortably inside his softening cock shaft. Three droplets of post-orgasmic dogwater oozed from the man's urethra.
She licked those droplets away with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip.
She could see that the entire shaft of the man's cock was covered with a thin film of come so she used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean. She did not stop until he was as clean as a whistle.