And Now If You Are Ready, We Can Begin To Feed

Bobby Gene Nelson had no difficulty finding Miss Szopas's house - he had lived in Jericho all of his life. Her small rented house was set back from the road and surrounded by shade trees. In the driveway was her car, so he parked his pick-up truck by the curb. As he climbed the two steps to the porch, he saw that the front door was open and through the screen door he detected movement in the kitchen which had the lights on. When he knocked on the frame of the screen door, Miss Szopas hurried from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Come on in and sit down," she told him in that strange accent of hers while unlatching the screen door. She relieved him of the beer, pointed to a couch with the remote on the coffee table in front of it, and returned to the kitchen to put the brew into the refrigerator.

As Bobby sat down, he heard the all too familiar popping sound of a can of beer being opened, followed by Miss Szopas entering with a glass in one hand and the beer in the other. Handing the glass to him, she leaned over and slid one end of the coffee table away from the couch and sank down to her knees. "I know this is forward of me, Bobby," the woman with the short, jet-black hair said as she began unbuckling his belt. "But I have been craving another taste of you ever since we left the lake."

His body jerked in shock at her actions, but he immediately relaxed. The way their relationship was developing, this type of behavior seemed weirdly appropriate it. When she had his pants open, he arched his back, his head against the sofa, lifting his rear so that she could pull down his blue jeans and underwear. A small smile curled up the corners of her lips as she stared down at Bobby's exposed private parts. "Did you miss me?" she asked, but she was not looking at the young man. She was staring at his cock and balls.

"Well, I missed you," she said as she lifted the flaccid cock with the tips of her thumb and middle finger. The kiss that she planted on the head of the cock seemed to bring it to life. Slowly the organ swelled and grew as she enclosed most of it inside her warm, wet mouth. She began sucking while reaching between his thighs to fondle his balls. Miss Szopas had to move her jaws further apart as the growing continued. Soon she had a full grown cock in her possession: hard, proud, erect. A wide head and heavily veined.

Bobby Gene had been watching in wonderment when he suddenly remembered that he had a glass of beer in his hand. He took a large gulp - two large gulps - and held out the half-full glass to his hostess. "You better set that on the coffee table," he suggested.

She had to take her mouth off the cock to do the task, but she did not have to get up. Twisting at the waist, Miss Zsopas but the beer down on the table. "You are right," she agreed. "The only thing we want to spill is this." She leaned down to kiss the underside of the erect cock. "And I will prevent any mess."

Closing her lips securely around the head, she sucked hard as she lifted her head. When her mouth left the cock, it made a loud 'POP'. Much louder than opening a beer can. Bobby Gene's body convulsed like a bolt lightening had passed through it. Smiling up at him, she asked, "Do you like that Bobby?"

Without waiting for an answer, she repeated the trick: delicate fingers wrapped around the base, lips forming a tight seal, a strong suction applied to the head, and a slow straightening of her back. 'POP'. Bobby's body again thrashed about as he groaned, "Oh, Jeez!"

Miss Szopas did two more in quick succession, one after the other. POP! POP! She was about to do it a third time but Bobby leaned forward, clasping his hands to each side of her head. "N-no more, Miss Szopas," he pleaded and lifted her head, turning her face up towards him, and covering her mouth with his. His kiss was deep, earnest, heartfelt. After all, it had been six moths since he had last kissed a woman.

But it was more than that. There was some sort of bond developing between this thin, pale, slightly older woman from a strange land and this strong, vibrant, robust, home grown young man in his twenties. Breaking the kiss, his hands fell away from her head and he leaned back into the couch.

Immediately Miss Szopas resumed fellating Bobby. One hand held and fondled his balls, the other hand was formed into a fist and slid up and down the shaft in rhythm with her rising and falling head, all the while applying a strong suction. The young man watched the woman's head bouncing over his crotch. Her short, black hair waved from her movements and her cheeks were sunk in from her sucking.

He reached down to cradle that moving head, rubbing and stroking her hair. But fearing that he might interfere with her actions, his hands fell away to his side as she worked to get him off. Lowering his eye lids, Bobby began to moan and sigh, sinking deeper into the sublime pleasure she was giving him

Between his knees, the hunched over Miss Szopas heard those noises and they sounded like music to her ears. A concerto of excitement. A sonata of arousal. She juggled his balls as she performed oral sex on him, gently squeezing and fondling the source of his sperm. There was a change in tempo of the groans and gasps and she realized that he was getting closer to his release and her fulfillment. Lifting herself up further, leaning slightly forward, Miss Szopas began to really work on him. Sucking as hard as she could, bobbing her head up and down at lightening speed, tightening her grip on his thick shaft.

"Oh, Miss Szopas!" Bobby gasped, calling out her name and grabbing her shoulders, digging his fingers into her muscle as his body tensed and he erupted inside her mouth. He was a volcano, spewing out lava-like cum. Glob after glob of his thick, gooey load shot from the slit in the head of his dick. The woman between his knees continued her up and down movements, eager for his ejactulation to continue. Eager for him to give her as much sperm as he could possibly produce.

Then he collapsed, his body going completely limp and he reached down to weakly touch her head, signalling her to stop. She did, but gradually, slowing down and gently kneading his softening dick for perhaps one last droplet of spunk.

Lifting her head, she looked up at him and opened her mouth wide to show him the cum she had not yet swallowed. Slowly closing her lips and staring deep into his eyes, she made an exaggerated gulp, letting him hear her and see the movement of her throat.

Planting a kiss on the head of the now deflated male organ, she arose and pulled the coffee table back in place. She moved the T.V. remote closer to the end near him and said, "Just rest for abit while I finish making something for =you= to eat."

He could feel sleep sneaking up to overtake him while he watched her swaying hips as she departed for the kitchen.