Suck him so he won't soon forget it

You pull your mouth away from Mr. Crassle's throbbing cock and let your hand take over.

"Sit back on the seat," you say. "I'll make you cum like you've never cum before."

"I've had my share of blowjobs, sweatheart, but you're welcome to try," he chuckles, but sits down on the seat, his back against the door.

You lay out flat on your stomach on the seat, your knees bent to make room. You lift yourself up on your elbows so your big d-cups dangle enticingly beneath your head, your nipples occasionally grazing the seat. You take hold of Mr. Crassle's cock and contain stroking the spit-soaked shaft. You slowly cover his bulging cockhead with your mouth and let your tongue swirl around and around the fat tip.

Crassle gently rests his hands on the back of your head. You're in no hurry. You work up and down his dick with your ovalled lips, hollowing your cheek each time you reach the tip and moaning to let him know your enjoy it. Your hands massage the tight bag of his balls.

"I'm gonna cum," he moans.

You don't speed up or slow down, you just continue to suck. Let his fat prick fill your mouth again and again until it explodes against your tonsils. Your mouth is immediately filled with his thick, salty load. You gulp it down and continue sucking, swallowing each time his prick twitches and launches another burst of cum into your mouth. Even as his orgasm subside you don't stop.

"Ahh," he moans as you continue to suck his sensitive cock. "Stop! Hey, stop it! That hurts!"

You ignore him, licking and sucking, gently but persistently. He complains and even tugs on your hair, but he resists the urge to **** you off his cock. Less than a minute later he cries out loudly and explodes in your mouth a second time. His orgasmic moans are mixed with surprised laughter. He can hardly believe what is happening as he pumps another decent load of cum into your mouth.

Yet you still don't relent. He's practically crying from the feeling of your mouth working up and down his cock, but he lets you continue. He cums a third time, fairly quickly. It's a much smaller load and his cries of pleasure are nearly panicked. Finally, you let up, easing your mouth off of his quickly wilting prick. You lick up the dollops of cum that escaped your lips and then lift yourself into a sitting position.

"I'll be damned," Crassle laughs. "I didn't know I Could do that."

"I'm glad I could teach an old dog some new tricks."

You give him a wink and a kiss on the cheek. He thanks you for your incredible blowjob skills.

You don't speak much more. You both dress quickly and climb out of the car a bit stiff and a bit sweaty. He plants a kiss on your lips, but you don't allow it to linger. You head inside ahead of him and find your way back to Sara as she chats with one of her friends.

"I have returned," you say with a smile.

Sara smiles back and smooths a few strands of your hair back into place. She doesn't ask why you're a bit red-faced and sweaty, but when Crassle enters looking the same way the solution to the mystery is obvious to anyone paying attention.

"I'm glad you survived," Sara jokes. "We can mingle some more if you'd like or get started on that tour."