His cock flopped down in front of my face. He had a big thick red thing with a wide head. His bush was all graying, like his body hair and the hair on his head.

He fondled my hair and face, then pulled me to him.

His cock head rubbed my face. He put it up against my lips, and I kissed it.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the head. He liked that. He squirmed and his big soft belly rippled like a bowl full of jelly.

He pressed the cock head harder, so I knew he wanted to put it in my mouth.

I opened my mouth and he put his cock in. First he put in the head. I sucked on that for a while, making him shake.

He pressed my face with his palms and held my head and pushed his cock over my tongue and into my open throat.

I sucked on his thing. It was heavy and pressed my tongue. I rubbed it with my tongue. He pumped in and out of my mouth.

I concentrated on relaxing my throat muscles, as Beverly taught me. I was able to take him pretty deep, especially for this first time.

His thing got hotter as he fucked my mouth with it.

Sanford was no spring chicken. He was out of shape, and he huffed and puffed as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth.

He wheezed that he was going to come. He held my head tightly and he put it deep in my mouth and throat and kept it there.

The head of it was stuck in my throat as he came.

I had to gulp down his come to keep from choking. I'm no come freak and don't particularly like the taste. I sucked it down, squeezing his shooting cock with my mouth.

When he stopped spurting, he was still hard in my mouth. He let out a sigh that sounded like a steaming radiator.

He let go of my head. My face was sweaty from his hands. His cock twitched on my lips and tongue. Weakly he patted my cheek.