Mrs. Vastos stretched her hands several feet apart. Heather knew she was exaggerating, but just the thought of two sons with pricks even bigger than their father's was enough to make her pussy ache with sudden want. "It's a very nice prick, uh, I mean schlong. You have every right to be proud, Mr. Vastos. At your age, too." "Poor Theo. He stuck with it now. I no bother with that stuff any more, but Theo, he still like it." Mr. Vastos looked imploringly at Heather, then down at his slightly wilting erection. She reached out tentatively and touched his cock. His wife said nothing. Emboldened, Heather wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it throb against her hand. Then she started moving her hand up and down its length. She looked over at Mrs. Vastos who was smiling happily as she watched Heather's fingers move on her husband's cock. "Is it all right, Mrs. Vastos I can't help it, it's so nice. I just have to touch it." "Sure, Miss Heather. You go right ahead. I remember what it used to be like. It long time since Theo have any fun like that." "Ah, yes, nice, nice, Miss Heather. Oh yes! Since Anastasia gone, no more," the old man sighed. While continuing to pump his hard prick Heather looked inquiringly at Mrs. Vastos. "Anastasia. She our daughter. Long time she used to play with Theo's schlong. Then she get married, but she still come back see us sometime and play with schlong. Now she have little girl and not come so much. Poor Theo! He not cum much neither no more." Mrs. Vastos laughed heartily at her own joke and even Heather had to smile. "You make him cum, Miss Heather It been long time for him. I get towel. No one in restaurant now. Anyway, I close." Heather pumped steadily, her head awhirl with all she had heard. Her mouth watered at the sight of the old man's glowing cockhead above her fist. It was getting ready to shoot, she could tell. It would be such a waste to spill it all into a towel. "Mrs. Vastos... is it all right... I mean... can I use my mouth Then you won't need a towel." "Oh, Heather! You like do that Me too, long time ago. Not now. Not even Anastasia do that. I watch. You go head." And Heather gladly went "head". Her luscious lips swooped down over the tip of Mr. Vastos's cock and began to suck. Mrs. Vastos clapped her hands in glee. Heather's hands continued to pump up and down on the long shaft while her mouth engulfed the head. She swept her tongue over the crown, tasting the first drops of fluid that were beginning to leak out. "Oh, Miss Heather! Heather! Oh, good, good, good! More than 'Tasia." The old man babbled in a mixture of Greek and English. Heather didn't always understand what he was saying, but she certainly understood what his cock was saying to her mouth. Unwrapping her fingers from his cock-shaft, she clutched at his frail hips and pulled him towards her until his prick was pushing deep into her throat. Then she pushed him slowly back, keeping her lips locked on his throbbing shaft. When she pulled him back into her, swallowing an extra inch of cock this time, he quickly understood what she wanted and began thrusting in and out of her mouth in long gentle strokes while his wife watched and beamed her approval. Even though she wasn't interested in "that" anymore, she was pleased to see that her husband's "schlong" could still appeal to even such a young and sexy girl as Heather. It made her remember that she hadn't been much older than thirteen when she married him. Mrs. Vastos watched happily as her seventy-five year old husband pumped his cock, his schlong, between the clinging lips of a thirteen-year old schoolgirl in broad daylight, almost in the middle of their family restaurant. She was even happier when she saw her husband close his eyes and begin to shake and clutch at Heather's bobbing head. She watched in fascination the way the young girl's throat muscles worked as she swallowed the long pent-up load that the poor, sex-starved old man shot into her mouth. Heather continued to suck gently on the old man's cock for a long time. She couldn't get over how young and vital it still felt in her mouth, and how much juice it had spurted into her stomach. When at last she pulled her lips from the shrunken organ, a drop of jism hung from her lip. Mrs. Vastos stretched out a motherly hand and wiped it away; then she presented her finger to Heather to lick clean. "Oh, that was so good, Mr. Vastos! And you came so much! I didn't think I'd be able to swallow it all. Gallons and gallons. I'd be happy to play with your schlong anytime if your daughter Anastasia doesn't want to any more. You just tell me when. It's so delicious." "Hah! Theo's got nice schlong all right. But you should see my sons, Miss Heather. Big like this! And fat. Not old and skinny like his." "I thank you, Miss Heather. Your mouth so good. But Mama right. Both our boys got big schlong. Like father," said Mr. Vastos with paternal pride. In a burst of enthusiasm and affection Heather jumped to her feet to wrap her arms around Mr. Vastos's neck and planted a big kiss on his surprised lips. Mrs. Vastos grabbed her arm. "Hey! What you do Theo my husband. You no kiss him like that. Not right, Miss Heather. You don't do again, please." A bewildered Heather let her arms drop from the old man's neck. It was all right for her to suck Mr. Vastos's cock in public and swallow his cum, but she was not to kiss him on the lips. She didn't really understand, but she was happy to go along with the rules as long as she was free to suck his cock. Her pussy was beginning to itch again. Visions of the Vastos boys with their legendary cocks, "big like this", floated through her head. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Vastos. I didn't mean anything. It's just that you have such a nice husband. And... uh... Mrs. Vastos..." "Yes, Miss Heather" "I bet your sons are nice, too. Do you think I could meet your schl... I mean your sons, someday" "Oh sure, Miss Heather. You like big schlongs, you gonna really like my sons. You meet right now. Steve and Chris, they in the kitchen now. You come with me. You come too, Theo." The three of them went through a swinging door into the small kitchen. Two fat, middle-aged men were sitting on chairs smoking. They both jumped to their feet and put out their cigarettes when they saw their mother appear. "Boys, boys. I told you million timers, you no smoke in kitchen. But I want for you to meet Miss Heather. Heather, these my sons, Christopher and Stephen." Heather politely shook their hands, hoping she would soon have her hands on other parts of them. Both men wore T-shirts and dirty white trousers. They also wore aprons which frustrated Heather's attempts to catch a glimpse of their famous schlongs. The two men stared curiously at the young girl. Of course, they had seen her before around the restaurant, but they were puzzled that their mother had brought her back to the kitchen. However, they were quite happy to have her lovely young body to look at. As Theo Vastos moved past Heather to stand beside his wife, Chris caught sight of his gaping fly. "Papa," he whispered. "Your zipper!" "It stuck. It no go up," the old man replied in a normal voice...

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