Sue twisted strands of her shoulder length brunette hair around and around her finger as she talked on the phone. "A movie and then something to eat? That sounds nice Jim."
She listened for a second and then said, "Cool, I'll see you at six-thirty then."
Sue hung up the phone and then fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She had an honest to goodness date with a hot guy. A car date. She jumped off the bed and looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. She gathered her hair in one hand and swept it behind her shoulders. Her girl friends had told her that her looks had really changed, but Sue had begun to doubt that the guys would notice.
She smiled broadly at herself. Near perfect teeth gleamed back at her. It had seemed that her mouth had been full of metal braces almost forever, but as she looked at those even, white gems, the wait seemed worth it. She turned sideways and pulled her tee shirt tight against her chest. She had been worried that she was going to be flat as a board all her life, but in the last year she had developed. Sue cupped her breasts and pushed them up. They weren't huge but they were certainly noticeable.
Sue plopped back on the bed. OK, she wasn't exactly ugly anymore, but those dateless years when no one would ask her out had left her with no experience. And she did so want to impress Jim. He was cute and the high school football team's quarterback. He wasn't an over-muscled Neanderthal like most of the players. Jim was smart and fast but of average size. In fact, he was only and inch or two taller than her. Sue smiled; being almost the same height would make it easy for kisses.
But then she frowned. Kissing ...she had practically no experience at real kissing. Oh she'd played at kissing games years ago at her friends' birthday parties, but keeping her lips locked tight in case some yucky boy's germs tried to infect her with a horrible disease didn't count as real kissing. What she needed, Sue decided, was a date before her date. One that didn't count, but one where she could learn something. She stood up and began to pace around the room. An early date was just wishful thinking of course. It would be a miracle for some eligible guy to show up right now. She stopped her pacing in front of her window and looked across her side lawn and driveway to the figure of a young man, who sat reading a book on the porch of her grandmother's house. There was her miracle in the form of her cousin Chris.
Sue had always lived next door to her grandmother; they called her Gram. And Chris, her first cousin, had always stayed at Gram's house when his mother was off on one of her frequent business trips. Sue and Chris had grown up playing together despite the fact that she was two years older. But as girls do, she had matured faster than Chris had, and when she had tired of their childish games they had grown apart.
Sue chewed on a fingernail and gazed at Chris. There wasn't much childish about him now. Last Christmas, at a family gathering, she had turned to say something to Chris and found herself talking into his chest. At fourteen he was a bit over six feet tall and not bad looking. Sue took a deep breath. She moved quickly to throw open her window before she lost her nerve.
"Chris," she called out. The boy looked up from his book. It took him a second to find where Sue's voice had come from, but when he did he looked at her as if to ask what she wanted.
"Can you come over for a minute? I need some help."
Chris didn't reply, but he put down his book and headed across the lawn toward Sue's house. She met him at the front door.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said, suddenly unsure how to proceed.
Chris looked around, "What did you need?" He figured that Sue would ask him to move a piece of furniture or do something else that required muscle and then she would dismiss him once again. He wouldn't have come over to begin with, but then she had always been able to lead him around by the nose. It wasn't that she treated him badly, it was just that she had pretty much ignored him for years.
They went into the living room where Sue took a seat on the edge of a couch. She patted the cushion next to her. "Have a seat," she said.
Chris sat down, but not as closely as she had indicated. Sue eyed the distance between them and took a deep breath. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked.
Chris frowned, "What kind of secret?"
"Oh it's nothing bad," she said, scooting closer to Chris. "I need to ask a favor."
Well, well thought Chris. It made him feel good that his older cousin needed him. "What is it? I'll help, unless it's something too weird."
"And you won't tell anyone."
Now his curiosity was aroused. Chris shook his head, "No, I won't tell anyone."
Sue took another deep breath and said in a rush, "I have a date tonight and I want to practice kissing."
"Kissing?" Chris squeaked. He cleared his throat loudly and said, "Kissing," in a more normal voice. He was confused, why would she think that he knew anything about kissing?
"Sure," said Sue. "That's OK, isn't it?"
Chris gazed at his cousin for long seconds. 'Of course it's OK!' a corner of his mind was screaming. For years Sue had been only a playmate. He'd been concerned with how fast she could run, and not how she looked. But lately he'd noticed that she was turning into a real babe. "Yeah, it's cool," he finally managed to get out. "How do we do this?"
Sue thought for a moment. She would certainly wait for Jim to kiss her tonight so she said, "You kiss me."
Chris sat up rigidly and slowly advanced his face toward Sue's. Her eyes were closed and lips pursed. The two cousins grew closer, and closer and...and then they bumped noses.
Sue's eyes popped open. She put a finger to the side of Chris's head and tilted it a bit sideways and then closed her eyes once again. Chris proceeded and this time he managed to place his lips ever so lightly on hers.
It was like dry leaves trembling against one another. Sue backed off and frowned. "That wasn't very good," she said. She made a point of wetting her lips with the tip of her pink tongue and then she stretched out once more for Chris.
Chris unconsciously moistened his own lips, and after he made sure that his nose had the correct trajectory, he managed firm contact this time. Chris froze in place. This was his first honest to goodness kiss and he wasn't about to ruin it by doing the wrong thing.
They stayed locked like that for long seconds until someone's strained neck muscle twitched and the two kids felt lips moving on lips. It was as if two windup dolls were suddenly switched into motion. Their lips brushed and rubbed and slid together until the two broke apart, gasping for breath.
"Wow," said Chris.
"That was good," said Sue matter-of -factly. Clearly, she was being more clinical about this business than Chris. "But, I've seen couples kiss like, forever. Do they hold their breath?"
The matter seemed pretty obvious to Chris. "I guess they breathe through their noses," he said.
"Oh, of course," said Sue. She pondered that thought for a second and then said, "Let's try it."
They practically smashed their faces together and kissed until they were snorting and panting through their noses. Chris could feel his face growing hot and there was the familiar ache of a teen hard on in his groin.
They kissed and kissed until there was suddenly the sound of tires on gravel outside the house followed immediately by the sound of a car door and the clicking of a woman's heels on a sidewalk.
Chris jumped up, "It's Aunt Mini," he gasped. He looked at Sue with wide eyes, "What do I do?"
Sue laughed, "Mom doesn't care if you're here." Chris's groin was practically in her face and she could see a long bulge thrusting against his pants. "Besides, I think you better sit down."
Chris saw where Sue was looking and he dropped back to the couch immediately. He clamped his hands to his lap, but then he realized how that looked so he grabbed a throw pillow and covered up his erection with it.
Sue just laughed and said, "I'll get us something to drink."
As she left the room, her mother, Chris's Aunt Mini came in the door. "Well hi Chris," she said. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," Chris said weakly.
"Mom," Sue called from the kitchen. "Guess what? Jim asked me out tonight."
"Oh really," said Mini. "Now just where are you two going?"
It was two weeks before Chris and Sue were together again. It was at a family reunion. About twenty relatives of their extended family had gathered at their grandmother's house for a picnic type meal. Chris waited until Sue was by herself and then he casually walked over to ask, "How did your big date go?"
For a second Sue thought that he was laughing at her, but then she saw that Chris was sincere. Jim was a nice guy. They had had three dates in the last two weeks. But he had only two things on his mind: football and more football. The only time he wasn't talking football was when they had gone to the local lover's lane and made out. She had learned a thing or two there and it wasn't about football.
She thought for a second and then said with a grin, "Wait a couple of minutes and then come upstairs like you're going to the bathroom."
Chris was puzzled but did as he was asked. Their grandmother had a big two-story home. She was too frail to go up and down the steep stairs to the upper story, so she lived on the first floor and the second story was left mostly unused except for when Chris stayed over and during family gatherings when the upstairs bathroom got a workout.
Chris arrived just in time to see Sue emerge from the bathroom. She looked beyond Chris to see if anyone was there and when she saw that they were alone, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into one of the upstairs' unused bedrooms.
"Do you want to see what I learned about kissing?" Sue asked.
Chris nodded his head enthusiastically.
"OK, do this." Sue pursed her lips, but left them slightly parted.
Chris did as he was told.
"And will you please close your eyes?" Sue sighed.
Chris obediently closed his eyes. He felt Sue's lips on his. They were just as warm and moist as he remembered. But then he felt her tongue on his lips and then it intruded on his mouth. Chris jerked his head back in surprise.
Sue's eyes were laughing at him. "Didn't you like that? Jim did it on, like, our second kiss."
Chris thought about it for a second. A minute ago the thought of someone's tongue in his mouth would have made him gag, but now it seemed like a great idea. "You just surprised me. Let's do it again."
They kissed again. This time Chris joined in eagerly. Sue slid her arms around his neck and Chris unconsciously put his hands on her hips, pulling her against his growing hard on. Their tongues thrashed around and their hips were just beginning to grind together when they heard a discreet cough from the doorway to the room.
Sue and Chris jumped apart as if they were spring- loaded. They both turned to see their cousin Mary standing there with a bag in hand. "I'm sorry," she said with a smile. "But I'm going to stay with Gram for a while and she said that I should use this room."
Chris and Sue both muttered something and worked their way, red-faced, past Mary and out the door. Once they were on the stairs Chris looked at Sue as if to ask 'What are we going to do?'
Sue said, "Don't worry. I'll talk to her." And once they hit the bottom of the stairs, the two cousins went their own ways.
A few minutes later Sue joined Mary at the table laden with refreshment and desserts for the reunion. As they picked up plastic cups of iced tea Sue said, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Mary smiled and led them over to a corner of the yard that was devoid of relatives.
Sue had always been envious of Mary. She was barely five feet tall with short, dark hair and eyes and a mischievous smile that lent her an innocent, pixyish quality. But she was hardly innocent. She did pretty much as she pleased and at the age of twenty-one she had already been married and divorced.
Mary stopped and turned. "So, you and Chris are doing the kissing cousin thing?"
Sue blushed, "Yeah, I wanted to ask you not to tell anyone."
Mary chortled, "Oh don't worry." She gazed across the yard to where Chris was standing with his uncles. "He's certainly grown up cute. He's what, sixteen...seventeen now?"
"He's fourteen," said Sue, hating to admit it.
Mary laughed out loud. "You little devil." She examined Chris with more appreciation. "He's going to be really huge when he's all grown. Is he big uh...down there?"
Sue blushed mightily. "I don't know. All we've done is kiss."
"Hmmm," was all Sue had to say.
Several days passed. Sue was in her room when she heard a car in the drive that ran between her house and her grandmother's. When she looked out, Sue saw Chris getting out of his mother's car. He waved to her and then went into his grandmother's house carrying a bag. Sue realized that her Aunt Heather must be on another business trip and that Chris was going to stay overnight. Sue grinned to herself. Chris would probably be over here in a few minutes, looking for another make-out session. She found herself eager to see Chris. He'd be ardent to see her, and not self-absorbed like Jim.
A few minutes passed and then a half-hour. Sue went to her window, wondering if Chris was going to show up. Then she saw Mary's car in the drive and remembered that she was at home with their grandmother. Suddenly, Sue remembered how Mary had looked at Chris during the reunion and she felt a twinge of jealously. She knew that was silly, but in a few seconds she found herself entering her grandmother's home.
Her grandmother was in the living room watching a soap opera as she knitted. "Gram, are Chris and Mary here?" she asked.
"I think they're in their rooms, dear."
Sue quietly climbed the stairs to the upper story. When she reached the top, she peeked into the bedrooms. They weren't in their rooms, but the door to the bathroom was closed, and she could hear muffled voices from there. Sue walked quietly on tiptoe to the door, and after taking a look around, she knelt down. The house was practically ancient and the doors in it had the old-fashioned skeleton key locks. As a result there was a genuine keyhole that she could peek through.
What she saw took her breath away. Chris was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. His legs were spread and between them, her knees on a folded towel, was Mary. She had a hold of Chris's erect cock and as Sue watched, she slid her lips over the head of his cock and began to bob her head up and down.
Sue couldn't believe it. She'd heard about blow-jobs and sucking guys off, but she thought that was something pathetic girls did to hold on to their guys. She also couldn't believe how turned on she was getting. She moved her hand to her crotch and began to massage herself through her shorts.
Chris stared, unseeing, at the top of Mary's head. Occasionally, he would take a deep breath and let his head roll back. Mary took her mouth away from his cock and began to jerk her fist over the head of Chris' cock. "Do you like that, big boy?" asked Mary.
"It's unbelievable," gasped Chris.
"Your cock is pretty unbelievable too. You're bigger than any guy I've ever seen, and I bet you're still growing."
"Uh huh," agreed Chris. "Please put it back in your mouth." Mary laughed and did as she was asked.
Now Sue was rubbing the fabric of her shorts against the slick surface of her panties. She couldn't get much friction, but the pressure rolling back and forth over her clit was maddening.
Mary's hand once again replaced her lips and she began to jack his cock even faster and faster. Chris stared at her with wide eyes. His mouth hung open and he was gripping the toilet seat as if he were about to be thrown off. As Sue watched, a string of milky white stuff jetted out of Chris' cock and fell back on Mary's hand. That happened several more times as he grunted and gasped. Finally Chris' stiff body relaxed and Mary released her hold. "Look at all this stuff," she said in awe as she stood and moved to the sink. As she washed her hands she said, "I want you to know that your load is already bigger than average too."
"Is it?" said Chris. He was busy wiping even more cum off his cock with tissue.
"It certainly is," said Mary as she walked back to Chris. She took his arm and pulled until he was standing. She twirled around him and took his place on the toilet lid. "Now it's your turn." She quickly slipped off her shorts and panties.
Chris made a face and said, "Uh...I don't know..."
Mary crooked a finger at him. "Come on now. If you learn how to do this right the girls will love you for it."
Chris reluctantly got to his knees between Mary's thighs. She spread her knees and lifted her legs until her feet rested on Chris' back. Mary reached down and pulled apart the lips of her hairless pussy. "See how pink, almost red, and wet that looks?" she asked.
"That means I am hot and horny," she said with certainty. "And do you see this little flap and this bump that's under it?"
"Uh huh," said Chris, staring in wide-eyed wonderment.
"That's my clit and that's where most of the action's at for women. Treat it like I did the head of your cock. Well, more gently than that. OK?"
"OK," said, Chris and he dipped his head downward. It took some coaching from Mary before he had just the right touch and rhythm, but it wasn't long before her hips were rolling around in time with his tongue.
Sue rubbed furiously at her crotch. Her legs ached with the effort of holding her position at the keyhole, but she couldn't take her eyes away from the scene in the bathroom. Mary had this sort of dreamy expression on her face and it was obvious from the way that his head bobbed back and forth that Chris was working on her clit. Then Mary's back arched, her face grimaced and she inhaled in short little gasps. She was cumming but she didn't tell Chris. She squeezed her thighs about his head and said, "Harder baby, a little harder." A minute later she was cumming again.
Sue felt that she might burst into tears with the pressure in her pussy. But then Mary's orgasms seemed to trigger her own. Finally one of her sensual waves of ecstasy took her over the edge and she felt her pussy clinch and contract in sexual pleasure. Her aching legs quivered with passion and she had to steady herself against the wall to keep from falling over.
Sue rushed through dinner that night. She couldn't wait to get back to Gram's house. She knew that Mary spent most of her evenings out and she couldn't wait to get Chris alone. She alternated between hoping that he wasn't worn out from his encounter with Mary, and worrying that he might find her too tame after being with the older woman.
Sue found Chris, Mary and their grandmother in front of the television watching a game show. Gram had the TV turned up so loudly that any sort of conversation was out of the question.
"Hi," Sue practically yelled. "What's up?"
Gram smiled at her; Chris gave her a little wave, and Mary just gestured at the TV as if that explained everything. Sue took a seat and wondered when Mary would get tired of this dull group and leave. But Mary didn't seem inclined to go anywhere and the three young people ended up fidgeting in their seats, stealing glances at one another. Finally Mary jumped up and went to an end table where she opened a drawer and pulled out a deck of playing cards.
"Gram," she said loudly, waving the cards. "We're going to play some cards."
Gram just nodded and waved at Mary to go on. Mary, in turn, looked at Sue and Chris and pointed up the stairs. Once they were in Mary's room, the three situated themselves on the bed. As Mary shuffled the cards, Sue sighed and said in a resigned voice, "Well, what are we going to play?"
Mary grinned at her. "What's the matter? Did you want Chris all to yourself?"
Sue could only blush.
Mary said, "Why don't we liven things up? Let's play strip poker."
"Hey, now there's an idea," said Chris enthusiastically. He looked at Sue in encouragement
Sue shrugged, "OK, how do we play?"
Mary started to deal the cards, "It's plain old draw poker; the worst hand takes off something, and there's no put backs."
"No put backs?" asked Chris.
"You can't put on clothing, even if you win the hand," said Mary as she finished dealing and picked up her cards.
Sue looked at her hand; she had five spades, a flush. She glanced over at Mary to see her give a wink. Sue wasn't sure what that meant but she didn't take any cards. Chris lost the hand and he took off a shoe. In fact, Chris lost the next three hands and ended up with bare feet.
Sue lost a hand and she took off one of her shoes. Chris lost his shirt next. Sue hadn't seen Chris' bare chest in years. He had the smooth, hairless skin of most boys his age, but he wasn't shapeless and skin- and-bones thin. Sue could see the faint outline of his pec's and ab's. He definitely had the beginnings of a broad chest tapering down to a narrow waist.
Mary finally lost a hand, but instead of taking off one of her shoes, she made a little production of removing her shirt. She was wearing a pink plunging bra that covered mostly the outer halves of her breasts. They weren't all that large, but the bra pushed her tits up and in to show as much cleavage as possible.
"Oh, I think Chris liked that," Mary laughed.
Chris blushed and said, "I'm just glad you finally lost a hand."
Sue lost the next two hands. The best she could do was a pair of threes. She took off her other shoe and then as she took off her tee shirt Mary winked at her again. Sue couldn't tell if Mary was cheating or not, but she decided that she would never play her for money.
Sue looked down at herself and said, "Sorry Chris, I'm not wearing anything fancy like Mary." She had on your basic white, full coverage utilitarian model bra.
"That's OK," said Chris, who had his hands locked in his lap and his eyes fixed on the bedspread.
"Well," announced Mary as she shuffled and dealt the cards, "this should be interesting."
Sue had two kings and drew a third one. Mary had three queens, the second time she'd had those cards, and Chris could only come up with a pair of fives. He turned sideways on the bed and slid off his shorts. Now he was wearing only a pair of briefs. Chris was trying to cover himself up, but it was obvious that he was aroused. There was a long bulge sitting crosswise in his shorts with a wet spot at the end.
It certainly didn't surprise Sue when Chris lost the next hand also. He quickly said, "OK, I lost. What'll we play next," as he reached for his shirt.
"Oh no, big boy," said Mary. "You've got to shows us what you've got."
Chris glanced and Sue and hesitated for a second, but then he stood up and whipped off his briefs. His cock sprang free and stood nearly straight up from his crotch. Chris had to fight to keep from covering himself with his hands. But his modesty gradually left him as the two girls stared at him in admiration. Chris put his fists on his hips, threw his shoulders back, and posed there with his cock twitching slightly with his heartbeat.
"Alright," said Mary with enthusiasm. "We'll just have to take care of our poor looser." She scooted to the edge of the bed and ran her hand up the underside of Chris' cock. A glob of clear liquid of appeared at tip and Mary quickly spread it around his cock-head. As she wrapped her hand around his cock and began to jack him off Mary turned to Sue and said, "His precum makes him slick and easy to do this. But do you know what else you can do?"
Sue could only shake her head. She was so turned on that she was speechless. She watched as Mary slid her lips over the head of Chris' cock.
Chris ran his hands through Mary's hair and then held her head steady as he began to fuck her mouth with short rapid strokes. Sue pulled down one of her bra cups and began to fondle her nipple. Her other hand went inside her shorts in search of her clit.
Mary glanced over at Sue and when she saw how hot the girl had become she backed off from Chris and said to Sue, "I think you need this more than I do." She wrapped an arm around Sue and urged her to the edge of the bed.
"I...I don't think I can put my mouth on his...his thing," said Sue in a trembling voice.
"You have to start somewhere," said Mary as she took the other girls hand and placed it on Chris' turgid cock. "You hold him here and then move your hand so that it sort of bumps over the head."
"Like this?" asked Sue.
"Oh yeah," chimed in Chris. "That's it."
Sue couldn't believe what she was doing. Chris' cock felt so firm it was hard to accept that there really wasn't a bone in there. And at the same time his skin felt soft and feverish with heat. She felt the bed move and watched Mary as she slid off her shorts and panties. She laid back and spread her shapely legs wide on the bed. Then she put a finger in her smooth pussy while her other hand made quick little circles on the hood of her clit.
Sue felt a warm liquid flowing over her fingers. She wondered if Chris was having his orgasm, but he simply stood there, his eyes locked on Mary, his hips pumping in time with her hand. Seconds passed and suddenly Chris gasped. A string of cum arced out of his cock and landed hotly on Sue's exposed breast. As she watched, the glob ran down her breast and onto her bra. Then another full blast hit her bra directly and yet another landed on her shorts. Sue managed to get her clothing out of the line of fire of the spurting cock while another half dozen shots wet her arm and hand.
"Oh yeah, look at all that cum," panted Mary as her fingers flew in and out of her leaking pussy. As Chris and Sue watched, Mary's back arched and her hips pounded the bed with her own climax.
When she came back to earth, Mary saw Chris and Sue staring at her. She smiled and noticed the wet stains on Sue's skin and clothing. "That'll teach you; you need to get naked during sex," she laughed. "Especially around Chris. That boy can really pump out some stuff." She stood up and waved her fingers at Sue. "Come on, let me have your clothes."
"Why?" asked Sue.
"You don't want to go home covered in boy cum do you? I'll rinse that stuff off. You'll look like you splashed some water on yourself."
"Oh, OK," said Sue. She and Chris had already used a number of tissues to clean themselves off. She pulled off her bra and shorts and handed them to Mary, who promptly disappeared out the door on her way to the bathroom.
Sue suddenly felt shy. She crossed her arms across her naked breasts and sat down on the bed. "Well, doesn't this feel awkward."
"Yeah, kind of," he said. "Just a minute ago we were having all kinds of fun."
Now that Sue had Chris alone to herself, she couldn't think of anything to say. Then she blurted out, "I saw you and Mary this afternoon. In the bathroom."
"You did? What were you doing, peeking through the keyhole?"
"Yeah," Sue mumbled, ashamed of her admission.
Chris sat on the bed beside her. He put his arm around her shoulders and casually strummed his fingers across the nipple of her breast. He ran his tongue around the shell of her ear and whispered, "Did it turn you on?"
"Yes," she whispered back. "I came. Right out there in the hallway."
Chris turned Sue's face to his and practically buried his tongue in her throat. She returned the favor and in a second Chris could feel his slightly wilted cock begin to swell and twitch its way back up his groin like the second hand on a clock. He dragged his tongue away from Sue's sucking lips and said, "Let's fuck."
"Oh hell yes," she said enthusiastically, and before she realized what she was doing she grabbed Chris' steel hard cock, and as she lay back, she stuffed it into her pussy. She had been so wet and excited that it slid in easily and naturally.
With his feet on the floor and Sue's legs wrapped around his waist, Chris began to pound his cock into Sue's pussy. He couldn't believe the sensation. It was like moving his cock around in some hot clinging liquid. He stroked her harder and harder, trying to get enough friction to cum again.
Sue had thought that her first sexual experience would be traumatic, but this was wonderful. Chris' cock stretched and filled her, but it was thrilling, not painful. She felt a jolt on her clit every time his groin pounded onto hers. She loved the way her legs locked around his waist, with her smooth skin on his. Even his hot breath blowing against her sensitive breasts felt erotic as hell. Abruptly, her pent up passions exploded in an orgasm and then another and another.
Chris didn't think anything could feel as good as Sue's burning pussy around his cock. But then she groaned and came and it suddenly felt like a dozen little hands were pulling and milking at his engorged cock head. He continued to pump her as hard as he could as she thrashed and writhed on the bed. Finally, she grew quieter after what seemed like a dozen cums and Chris thought he was about to shoot a huge load into his cousin when the door opened and Mary reentered the room.
"Damn," she cried, staring at Chris, "I thought I was going to be the one who busted your cherry."
Chris pulled out of Sue and his cock made a squishy slapping sound as it sprang back against his groin. "I didn't cum yet," he announced. "Does that count?"
Mary threw Sue's cleaned clothes onto an empty chair, took a couple of quick steps and then bounded onto the bed. She walked across the mattress to where Chris was stroking his cock at the edge of the bed.
Mary reached out and smacked Chris on the top of his head. "Quit jerking off. It'll count if you spray your cum all over the room again." She grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face to her pussy. "Now get me hot and wet, baby, then you can fill me up."
Sue opened her eyes and watched as Chris eagerly buried his tongue in Mary's pussy. She wondered what that felt like and she knew that it wouldn't be long before she found out.