She glanced up at the boy as she kissed up and down the long shaft of his throbbing prick rod, biting it gently through the soft material of his underwear. His face had flushed almost as red as his letterman's jacket and he was starting to sweat. He looked delirious. His knees were shaking.

Sue slid her fingers under the bottom edges of his briefs, scratching and tickling his moist crotch meat. She buried her nose between his nuts and inhaled, getting herself drunk on the scent. There was nothing like the smell of sweaty balls to make her lose all her inhibitions.

"Let's see what we've got here, stud."

She eased down his briefs, pulling them down his long cock, revealing it little by little. It was thick, rippling with veins. The long central vein bulged. As the underwear slipped off the head, the boy's cock sprang up, the tip of it flicking across the tip of Sue's nose and smearing fucklube on it.

"Beautiful!" Sue said, puffing the red briefs halfway down the boy's muscular thighs.

The boy grabbed his cock and pumped it, working the skin up and down on it, squeezing fucklube out the pisshole.

Sue pried his fingers away. "When you're with a girl, Bobby darling, you let her do the work. I know you're excited, but you must control yourself. It's a lot more fun that way."

"OK," he whispered, bracing his hands on his hips and tensing his body. His prick pulsed, the tip of it pointing at the ceiling.

The juice was running down Sue's legs like warm honey and she squeezed her thighs together.

"Darling," she whispered, "you have such a gorgeous prick." She licked his balls, kissed each one. "Have you ever measured this sexy cockrod? It must be at least seven and a half inches long."

"Eight," he said. "Measured on top." Then he blushed even deeper, as if embarrassed by what he'd said.

"Wonderful," Sue said, flicking her tongue at his fucker. "And it tastes so good. Real salty, real manly."