Mr. Brown got up. Sue stumbled backward, weak, still tingling.

"I want you to jerk my prick," he whispered, pushing her down into a chair at the table.

He stood over her, his cock handsome, huge, dangerous.

"I never done nothin' like that, Mr. Brown." "Here, I'll show you," he said.

He took her hand, placed it on his prick and showed her how to get a good grip.

"Now, just pump in and out," he whispered. "Should I really, I mean… Mrs. Brown might come in and stuff, sir.

"Just pump it, Sue! Pump me off!" "But, God, Mr. Brown…"

"Can't you see how it needs it… my prick needs a good pumpin', Sue," he blurted.

Sue had never heard talk like this. It strangely excited her. She looked at the huge cucumber-like cock, marveled at the goopy cum bubbling on the tip.

He reached down and moved her arm, showed her how to jerk on his prick.

"Like this?" Sue asked, her voice a whisper. She lifted up to the edge of the chair. Mr. Brown set his feet apart, bent his knees, humped down. He reached out, cupped her tits in the bra, pulled the big fluffies out over the top.

"Ohhh, wow!" he gasped.

He fondled, caressed, tenderly explored their firm roundness, their pointed tips.

"They're big, Sue," he murmured. She jerked slowly on his big cock. "Am I doin' it right, Mr. Brown?"

"Yes, yes!" he gulped.

He was humped over in front of her. Sue had an overhand grip on his cock. She pumped in and out with slow jack-strokes.

"Here," Mr. Brown said, reaching to the table. "Stick your hand in this butter dish and get a bunch. Use that to slick it up real good."

He took the lid off the butter dish. Sue reached over and dug out a huge ball of soft, mushy butter. She brought her hand back to his lovesick cock. She spread the butter all up and down the throb-hard stalk.