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.
"Like this?"
"Yes."
"Put butter on your boner?"
"Yes, just like that, then pump."
Sue buttered his cock, then she did pump. Now her hand slicked easily in and out, along the length of the enormous prick.
"Yeah, yeah!" he moaned with delight. "That's good, Sue! That's real good!"
"Jeez," she whispered, watching her own jerk-action, amazed at how hard his butter-slick cock was.
"Butter fuck it!" he cried.
"Ooooh, jeeeez!" Sue whimpered, shocked by his words, but thrilled at the same time. "Butter fuck it?"
"Uh-huh… faster, Sue!"
"Okay, I'll go fast."
She did. She picked up the stroke. She pounded his thick prick. She hammered on it. She thumped in and out. Her hand glided easily along the buttered cock. Her hand-job mixing with the slushy butter made slurping, gushy sounds as she masturbated Mr. Brown.
"Ohhh, Sue.., that's soooo good!" Mr. Brown chirped, gleefully, passionately.
Sue reached out and got another gob of butter with her free hand. She slapped the goop to his cock, clutched on with a two-handed hammer pump and jerked wildly.
She sat on the edge of the chair, her back straight, her lovely tits up over her bra, jerking as fast as she could on Mr. Brown's big butter slick prick.
"Yes, yes," he moaned.
Then he stiffened. Sue felt his thick prick balloon in her hands, felt the throbbing pulse, saw the big red head bulge.
Thick, foamy cream spewed out, a hot flow of cum that shot at Sue. She ducked her head to one side. A gob of jizz splashed on her cheek. More cum slished on her tits.
She pumped furiously.
Mr. Brown shuddered, shook uncontrollably as he was gripped by a sizzling climax.
"Sue, honey!" he whispered. "Sue, darling!" "Jeeeez!" was all Sue could say, as she watched in complete and utter wonder at the gooping eruption that sprayed from Mr. Brown's brick-hard prick.
She milked him until he couldn't spit anymore cum out. Her hands were so slick with cum and butter that she thought she'd never get it off.
Sue had stopped masturbating Mr. Brown's big cock, but she kept her lathered hands clutched around the massive stalk, and she found that when she squeezed more thick cream would spill out of the beautiful bulb-head.
Mr. Brown was still shaking, still huffing and puffing his passion as he crested with his fabulous climax. Sue had a hunk of cum clinging to her peach cheek-and her tits, in the cleavage, held a puddle of juice.
Her pink panties were creamy and hot. She loved holding the rigid, spitting, throbbing cock. It was such a fantastic new experience for the lovely lass. She had managed to get her panties back in place after Mr. Brown munched her cunny. Now she wished she had them down again, had her fingers in her pussy, because she was hot and ready for more cumming.
She continued to hold the squirting cock. Mr. Brown finally heaved a long, low sigh. Sue felt his prick soften in her hands. She let go.
"That was fabulous, Sue! I'll never forget this night," he whispered.
"I better get to bed now, huh?" she whispered back.
She still eyed his handsome prick, amazed at how thick and round it was, how long.
"I suppose you should go back upstairs, but I really would like to fuck you, Sue," Mr. Brown said blatantly.
"Whew, jeez, I never done-that… and I better not, you know?" Sue cooed, rising from the chair.
She went to the sink and wiped her hands on a hand towel hanging from the wall.
She turned and Mr. Brown had his prick in his hand, slowly stroking it.
"You're not… you're not gonna do that… are you?" she gasped.
"What?"
"You know."
"No, what, Sue?"
"Well, play with it and stuff." "Masturbate it, jerk my prick?" "Yeah, like that… oh, gee, Mr. Brown…oh hey, you shouldn't do that, should you?" "Why not?"
"I dunno, I guess…"
"It feels good when I do this, Sue." "Real good?"
"Like when you masturbate, Sue, when you finger yourself. You do that, don't you?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Sue snapped.
Sue leaned back against the sink and watched with rapt fascination as Mr. Brown hitchhiked his hand on his cuke-cock.
She'd never seen a man masturbate before. There was a thrilling, enigmatic excitement about it she couldn't explain, couldn't put her finger on right then-unless it was her own little clitty, she thought.
Her cunny itched. She was trembling again. Her heart thumped. She had forgotten that her splendid teen tits were still sitting up over the top of her pink bra, two scones, two beautiful busties.
Mr. Brown's eyes were like heat-seeking missiles, fuck-hot, scanning Sue's brilliant beauty, her youthful loveliness, as he lewdly jerked on his prick.
"Oh, Sue!" he gasped.
"Cripes!" Sue gulped, watching him go faster now, watching him whack wildly.
"Take your panties down for me, will you?" he burbled.
"Oh, please, Sue!"
"Would that get you hot and stuff… I mean more hot than you are, sir?"
"Yes!" he huffed.
Sue thumbed her pink panties and tugged them down and showed Mr. Brown her rich, thick muffy. He gasped loudly and thrummed his cock in a hard hand-blur. "Jeeez." Sue mumbled.
"I'm jerkin' to you, Sue!" he cried.
"I know. I can see. I know," she said. "Aren't you hot?"
"Yeah," she admitted.
"Honey, do it to yourself, okay?"
"Just put your hand down there for me." "No, I said."
She pulled her panties back up just as Mr. Brown came. Big glops of cum, huge floaters of jizz, boomed out of his huge prick.
"Crrrriipes!" Sue gulped.
"Oh, honey!" Mr. Brown barked.
"Whew, jeez!" Sue whispered, watching the fizzing eruption.
"I'm cummin'!" he panted. "Oh, jeez, Mr. Brown!"
She had never seen such an intriguing sight. His big balls were swinging. His hand was pumping, his prick was shooting.
Sue dipped her hand down into her panties. She couldn't help it. She had to. She was too hot to stand it anymore. She found her clit and rubbed it until she came, until the wonderful sensation of sweet climax grazed her, then goosed her full-blast, overwhelmed her in fabulous ecstasy.
She didn't know, had never known, that cumming could feel as good as it did right then, watching Mr. Brown's weeping prick, his herky jerky hand, his passionate face.
"Yes, yes, finger-fuck yourself!" he yelped. She did, she fucked faster until the stimulation subsided and she tingled all over, finally grabbing back onto the edge of the sink with one hand for balance, while her other hand jigged and danced in her pants.
"We're masturbatin' to each other!" Mr. Brown woofed.
"I know," Sue whimpered in a darling, soft voice.