"Uh… Cripes! That's good, Mrs. Roy! That sure is good!" He let himself go limp, everywhere but his awesomely swollen cock. He yielded himself up totally to the woman. Whatever she wanted to do to him with her dynamite mouth was okay with Steve.

Through hooded eyes, he watched her blonde head moving rhythmically over his cock. He felt rather than saw the little stabs of her tongue that added extra pleasure to the pressure of her lips on his cock-shaft. She fondled his balls as she sucked him. From time to time her lips sought out the tight sacs of his testicles. She pulled them into her mouth, first one, then the other. He grunted and squirmed his groin in her face. She was not satisfied until both his balls gleamed with her saliva. And tingled with tense memories of her touch.

When again she took his cock all the way to the hilt in her mouth, Steve began to shove his cock up into her face over and over again. It had felt good to savor the subtleties of her wanton tonguing. But Steve was getting too aroused to appreciate nuances of pressure. He wanted to screw her mouth!

It excited him the way she obliged by opening her mouth wide and letting him shove his cock deep into the back of her throat. The gagging sounds that escaped from around his filling cock quickly turned into grunts of passion. It was obvious to the boy that she liked to be used hard, once she knew she was appreciated. By gaining her confidence, telling her how great she was, Steve had won the right to push her as far as he dared. She was totally receptive to him. Her mouth welcomed him like some yawning canyon of desire.