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"Blow me."

"Okey dokey."

Fillippo went over to the bed. He began undoing his pants and let them drop off. She saw that he was wearing white shorts. On them was stitched, in black, block lettering, just over the fly, "Take A Chance On Romance In Your Pants."

She had to laugh on seeing that. He smiled. That was the idea of the slogan, to get a laugh, and he had achieved his purpose. The slogan said it all. This mature man was more full of life than men half his age.

As she went to him, feeling less fear now and a bit of excitement, for she had never been with anyone over the age of sixty yet, Kathy saw him pull his pants down.

His cock emerged. It was a huge, swarthy-colored snake, about eight inches in length and more than two inches thick. His balls hung down below, large as duck eggs, in a dark-skinned ball sac, covered with thick clumps of kinky black hairs.

Kathy had not seen a cock like that before in her life and it made her mouth water. This would certainly be more than one mouthful. Somehow, she would have to take it in and service it. There was some fear in that, but Kathy was confident she could do the job and succeed. She shivered a bit, then smiled at him. Her entire body was trembling. She hadn't had a man in months. Maybe the hungers that had lain dormant were now coming to the surface, asking to be expressed and fulfilled.

That, the party, the strangeness of her new occupation, this amazing man she had not met before, the liquor, the tranquilizer, the hope for the future, all came together. Kathy Eaton was ready to give head and put her soul into it.

He grinned a big, obscene toothy grin her way and wiggled his cock with his right hand. "Do you like to French big ones with a lot of juice?"

She nodded up and down. "Well, do me and do a good job. Don't spill a drop." She nodded again, tears of joy, fear, and fulfillment mingling in her heart.

Fillippo went toward her. His movements were slow, deliberate; the sure moves and grace of the leopard on the hunt; knowing the game was his even before the kill had been made.

Kathy went toward him, her lips very soft, wet, open, trembling. Her tits were hot now, full, round, the nipples elongated, waiting for his fingers and even his brutal, knowing mouth. Her cunt throbbed. It was the throbbing of fear, but also the throbbing of lust. Lust suppressed. Lust that should not be there and yet was. She hardly knew him and he hardly knew her. He hadn't said too much and neither had Kathy.

He was no longer one of the guests at the party, just a thick, brutal, muscular animal. Not a handsome man; an ugly-handsome man. A man of more then three score years, with decades of sexual experience and promise under his belt. He was a tiger in human form, and now their bodies conversed in the language of human sexuality. His body said to hers, you will be mine and I will know you.

They stopped a second, chests heaving, his pants and shorts down below his knees, his suit jacket left outside, his shirt and tie on; the tie somewhat askew; his cock and balls exposed obscenely for her pleasure and his.

They were studying each other, deciding when to make the move; both their chests heaving up and down in pleasure and in passion, and perhaps a bit in fear. They he made his move and went to her.

Without a word his arms circled around her. He pressed her up against his chest, crushing her tits, mashing them down against his hot, muscular hardness, irritating the sensitive nipples even more; making them and her hotter and harder. His lips came down on hers, his face mashing her softness this way and that. She was speechless, almost breathless, powerless in his arms. She was his meat to do with as he pleased, and this was just the beginning.

Her arms went around him and she pulled Fillippo to her. She ran her fingers like talons across his back and felt the muscular strength of him underneath the skin, the animal power. He was so big and broad that her arms could barely go around him, but she tried nonetheless.

In return he squeezed her up against him, mashing her tits down ever more. Then he rubbed her against his chest. She felt her sensitive nipples like primed warheads, being irritated in up and down motions against the bulges and bumps of his chest.

She wanted to gasp, to say, "Oh Ronnie, oh Ronnie, please, no!" But her mouth was his to do with as he wanted. His lips were hard and muscular, like the man himself, rubbing and then grinding down against her mouth.

Then his tongue, a hard snake of muscular pink wetness, pushed out and down between his lips and hers, into the soft pit of her mouth. She was excited by this living probe, and squirmed up harder against him, then wiggled her tits against his chest as she sucked on his tongue.

Fillippo, not content to let things lie as they were, pushed his tongue deeper, and with it began to duel with Kathy's tongue. She fought him; an unwilling opponent who lost the match, as his tongue rammed hers back and then laved it, going over, under and around; touching the roof of her mouth, pushing under her tongue and withdrawing.

Their mouths and faces parted and their heads pulled back and away. But they stayed glued to each other; holding tight, arms running up and down backs and shoulder blades. Their gasping faces were inches from each other. Knowing smiles on their lips spoke of a secret knowledge one is born with and does not have to acquire, a talent older than the pyramids themselves.

Kathy no longer wondered about her sinning or thought much about what she had been forced into. There was the here and now. Things outside the room, the passing traffic on the street below, crickets in the park, chipmunks sitting in the trees, were as if they had never been and had no existence outside of the moment.

His strong hands let go of her back, then came around in front, where each hand grabbed a young, trembling tit and began to work them in a steady squeezing motion, as if he were working exercise spauldines.

Her reaction was a smile of surprise as the heat in her breasts radiated out through her chest into every fiber of her being. He played with her fleshy boobs, working them till each cell in her mamillaries vibrated with his strength and the electric heat of what he was doing to her. Her nipples were like hot coals burning into his sweating palms.

She closed her eyes, allowing her head to fall forward a bit and her hair to fall down over her face; the breath jetting in and out of her fevered lungs through her nostrils and open mouth.

She had not imagined it could be like this; not ever. His tongue, a slippery snake that licked at her nipples, touched her tits, going from one to the other.

If Kathy had thought that a hot tongue in her mouth was something, and hard hands across her tits were great, she swooned to the effect of his wet, slippery tongue, licking and teasing her nipples making them harder, longer and hotter than they now were.

She gasped, having believed it impossible that this could happen. He began to lick at her in round and round circles, starting with her left nipple and going to her right. Twice, Fillippo repeated this.

Then his mouth sank around her right nipple and he began to suck on it. He sucked slowly, sending blasts of heat down through her breasts and chest, into her brain', and to her crotch. He sucked hard, making her gasp and lift her chest, pressing it up against his face.

Fillippo put his hands on her shoulders to hold Kathy in place as he removed one nipple from his mouth and went for the other. He did the same with it. Not a man to stay with one trick for long, or to repeat it, he lift his lips away to replace them with his teeth; working the nipple between his teeth in left-right movements, and then working in opposite directions with the nipple still between his teeth. He did this very lightly and gently and sent sharp, needle-like sensations dancing through her. Kathy gasped, licked her lips till they were wet and moist and soft as doe-skin. Her teeth gleamed brightly in the dim light of the room. Her eyes were screwed shut. She twisted her head from side to side, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. Her mouth opened and then shut. Her face twisted in spasmodic ripples that soon died away and left her face calm and smooth as a pond at dawn.

She gasped twice, her hands coming down atop his head, her fingers burying themselves in his hair, which she pulled and twisted around her fingers.

Fillippo lifted his face away from her for a second; his eyes wild; the skin over his cheekbones gone tight. His face was more a mask of lust than anything else. There was a tight smile on his pressed together lips.

He looked down at his cock, already swollen long and thick with passion. This was for Kathy. This was to be her coming out, her moment of truth. Sweat beads ran down her face. The tremor in all her parts increased with each passing moment The thump of her heart had grown so strong and loud that Kathy thought her heart must surely be in her throat by now. Her mind was a haze of whirling thoughts, sensations and fears. But these had to be banished. Kathy was committed to this new path in life, no matter what.

Fillippo let go of her, moved back to the bed, and sat down, closing his eyes and letting out air with a sigh. He opened his eyes after just a few seconds and looked at her with a grin.

He put a hand under his cock and balls, cupping them, bouncing them up and down a few times. "Like it?" he asked, not even looking at her, sure she did.

Kathy did not answer, merely smiling, her eyes closing into slits. She studied his cock. She licked her lips at the many bulging blue and purple veins and arteries. He was quite hairy. She was already aware of this. The hair grew halfway up the length of his firm meat.

His balls hung down at a slight slant, thick ovals in dark-skinned, hairy sacs, Kathy licked her lips nervously and stretched out a hand to touch them. She felt the hot sacs lightly, using just the tips of her fingers. She knelt down.

The skin underneath was hot, trembling, moist. Bending forward, she could smell the musky man scent of him. There was a salty tang to the air around his crotch. It had an effect on her. Kathy's head swam. For one second she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself; also taking in more of the man scent.

When her eyes came open small patches of pink covered her cheeks. There was a reddish hue to her forehead. Her eyes were glazed. Her mouth was open and hot. She was a sensual woman. A creature quite different from the one who had gone into this room a short time before. She looked at him once, with that up from under look a woman only gives to the man or men she admires and would do almost anything for.

Fillippo smiled down at her, looking at her, hovering there over his midsection, looking up at him along the length of his now half reclining body.

"Go ahead," he said in a tight little voice. "Looking ain't as much fun as doing."

Kathy licked her lips and hesitated. She summoned all the knowledge she possessed about blowing; arranging them in her mind and then proceeded. Her face came down, her right hand grasped his cock. It was thick, so thick that she had trouble getting her fingers around it. When she squeezed his cock she was able to touch her fingertips by forcing the confining meat down and in for a few seconds.

Then she brought her face down and lifted his cock so that she was looking at the head, and the slit in the head. A drop of dew glistened in the slit. She bent forward a bit more. Fillippo watched as her soft lips touched and then kissed him. She sighed and then kissed him once more. He hissed as the fever passed through him.

Kathy felt the tremble as the spasm coursed through his body in response to her good lip work. She knew now for the first time the true meaning of the term lip service.

The taste of his cock was salty and musky. She opened her mouth and licked the dew from the slit with the tip of her tongue, tasting and then swallowing, but not spitting out what was on her tongue.

Kathy closed her eyes, opened her mouth wider, and took in the entire head. Fillippo closed his eyes, too. He brought his head forward and then his hands went out and he touched her hair and caressed the fine, silky strands.

Kathy began to work the foreskin down off the head, at the same time sucking slowly and gently at the meat, feeling the warmth and the slow tremble; tasting the salty man musk and being affected by it.

She sucked a bit faster now, her head dipping up and down in the age old cadence of the worshipful cocksucker. She let her soft lips slip down an inch and took some more of his cock into her mouth.

She was surprised by the feeling inside her body; the new found power she had over this man above her; the liking for a thick cock in her mouth. It was an in-born response that no one had to teach her. Kathy was proud that she had mastered the preliminaries so well. She hoped the rest would be as easy and there would be no slip-up on her part. Above all she wanted him to enjoy this.

He had his head to the side and was smiling, lying there, enjoying the sensations of her mouth around his cock. The waves of pleasure rippled from his affected cockhead into his roots and along his balls. They shifted with the sensations coming down into them and the thick load of cream in them stirred under the increasing temperature of her ministrations on the tip of his cock.

He felt himself grow harder and hotter. His cock was vibrating more. The sensations ran up and down his tool, into his belly muscles, and also along his spinal tree into the pleasure centers of his brain.

Behind his closed eyes pink and purple and red lights flashed. He was more aware of them as sensations than colors, and each faded before it could really register, to be replaced by another sensation.

She felt him grow more excited and listened to the breath rush in and out of him in fast gasps. This, and the swollen hardness of him in her mouth, as well as the new found sense of power she had, made Kathy more excited also.

The blood welled in her head, and danced in her cunt as electricity crackled inside her down-hanging tits and ripples of joy danced across the twisting muscles of her abdomen. Sweat beads ran along her hot and jiggling body and down her strained face. Kathy's mouth was a tube of painted love around the glistening shaft, which she so faithfully and tirelessly massaged as she pistoned up and down its length, swallowing more with each thrust of her face and mouth down on his cock.

Fillippo began to twist his body this way and that under her. Kathy had to put her hands on his hips to keep him steady. She shivered with anticipation at what would happen next. Hundreds of wild and super excited thoughts crowded through her mind. Her senses were very aware of each thrash of his body and the now steady up and down rise of his midsection. She swallowed more and more of him with each down thrust of her lips around Fillippo.

She felt the tip touching the back of her throat. Since this was all she could take without gagging, she went no farther. Even this was more than enough.

Fillippo gasped out his joy, pressing down on her head with his hands, and twisting his face about in a grimace of passion.

"AAAGGGHHH!" he gasped.

His cock quivered more now. He could feel his balls shift restlessly and knew his cumming was not far off. The fire in his roots was building to that crescendo, which he knew always ended but one way.

Kathy was tiring, gasping for breath, pulling air in through her nostrils, but not daring to stop for one second this marvelous thing she was doing for him and also for herself. It was so grand, so very good.

The blast of thunder-fire rushed up his spinal tree and into his brain. Fillippo was really thrashing about now, shifting restlessly, gasping about how good and silken her hot, soft, sweet mouth was. And then he gasped out the words, which Kathy barely heard.

"I'M CUM-M-M-ING," he gasped. Then his hands came down hard on her head. His sudden pressure prevented her from fully bringing her mouth up after the downstroke. She had to swallow him right in again.

It was then that he shot his load. A hot, hard spurt of it struck the back of her throat. She gave a yelp and a cough of surprise. In automatic reaction, and in order to save herself from choking, Kathy swallowed as more and more gushing juice shot into her mouth as she kept on pistoning, not stopping, in her shock still doing what had by now become an automatic reaction while she tried to figure out what had happened. She swallowed all that he shot into her.

"OOOHHHHHH!" he exclaimed as he twisted about and his cock wildly unleashed load after load into this hungry and fast working mouth.

After several seconds his flow and the sensations passing through his body abated. As this happened, Fillippo began to move about less and less. He did not hiss as often as before and allowed his body to go slack very slowly, no longer pressing down as hard on her head with his hands.

Kathy began to become aware of this and pis-toned more slowly. His cock shrunk and grew softer in her mouth. Fillippo was no longer shooting and there was not that feverish need for her to blow as hard or as fast.

Kathy decided this was enough and that she might as well now take him from her mouth. With that, she opened wide and let him flop out wet and red onto the black, kinky hairs of his crotch.

Kathy looked up at him. Fillippo was just opening his eyes now. He grinned at her.

"You are one good mouth-girl. Those are golden lips you have, honey. Let me tell you, I've had many a woman. You are good. Leave your name and number. I'll be calling and friends of mine will be calling to give you plenty of business. As long as you're young, your body is good, and your lips are golden, you'll never have to worry about money."

Kathy smiled in answer. Life seemed to be grinning down on her.