Marc, still finding the vision of Silk standing before him exciting, event though he had just gotten off inside her mother in the car, felt his testicles working again, and his recently used limp cock begin to slowly stretch out the wrinkles on its way to an erection. She was standing there, now sipping from the dark green beer bottle, making flirtatious eye contact with him, her lips purposely closing over the end of the bottle, as she chuckled and said, “Mama said you are bigger than our men Marc. Are you ready for Silk, big boy?” She stood, the vision of pure sex, her long legs, beautiful in her lace thigh highs, her milky flesh contrasting with her black hose and teddi. His eyes moving upward, saw the contours of her sinuous hips as she wiggled them invitingly back and forth. Continuing, his eyes took in the contour of her ample breasts, voluptuously cloven and soft. Her long blonde hair was cascading over her shoulders, Barbie Doll fashion like so many young women in this part of Texas. Her free hand moved down her stomach, and began caressing, first her mound, and then along the pronounced contours of her large, puffy lips.
Marc closed the short distance between them, took the beer bottle from her hand, set it on the counter and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her passionately, as Silk pushed her abdomen hard against him. She was delicious, her lips so soft. Marc knew that she had lots of practice kissing, and had an idea that Dotty might have had something to do with this. Her lips parted, and Marc wasted no time in pushing his tongue inside her mouth, which she helped by sucking in gently. His tongue felt the velvet top of her tongue, the slick sides of her inner cheeks, the ridges of the roof of her mouth and the bumpy slipperiness under her tongue. Their bodies writhed against each other’s, and Marc couldn’t believe how hard he had become so fast. She was exquisite.
Silk’s hands slid down his back and lifted his shirt, still undone from his session in the car with Dotty, and pushed her fingers inside his waistline, her wrists held tight inside the belt band, her hands now kneading his buns, toying with them, spreading them, scratching the bottoms with her long fingernails. Marc writhing from side to side, his hard shaft pushing against the coarse fabric of his levis, crying to get loose, so he unbuttoned the metal button, and zipped down, freeing Silk’s wrists which moved so she could caress his butt cheeks, his hips, and soon one hand was holding his pulsing cock, and the other toying with his testicles.
“I love a man’s cock Marc” she said as her fingers tested the warm, soft leather-like feel of his scrotum. The fingers of her other hand smoothed over his head, one finger pushing into the slit, her little finger tickling under the head.
“And I love a woman’s hand on my cock Silk” Marc said as he reach between her legs, his fingers now in a vee, tickling the puffiness of her lips, pushing against the lace fabric of her teddi. Silk’s fingers tantalized Marc’s cock as her hips gyrated with the excitement of Marc’s fingers touching her.
Her knees began to flex, as she began to move up and down like a carousel ride and she licked down Marc’s hairy chest, then sucked his left nipple between her lips. Marc winced as he felt her teeth nip it dangerously, then she continued downward, and suddenly dropped to her knees. “Mama was right Marc. Your cock is bigger than either Grover’s or daddy’s—prettier too.
Marc was flattered by Silk’s remark, and asked “Why do you think it is prettier Silk?”