"Unnnnn," she hummed as her mouth came down on Roger's prickhead. Her tight lips surrounded his bulb-shaped cockhead, surrounding it with the damp warmth of her mouth.
"Ahhhhh," Roger groaned blissfully. He arched off the blanket; his cock head scraped the roof of her mouth on its way to her tight throat. He dropped back to the ground.
Christine held his cockhead firmly between her lips. The moment of fear, when he had lunged, was gone. She held the base, sucked his prick like a child would suck a lollipop. The sweet taste of candy was not that the wanted; the hard fleshy taste of cock was.
Her passion raging within her, she became bold, began to experiment. She pushed her mouth down until the bloated tip of his cock clogged her throat. She came up gasping, her eyes bright and gleaming. "Am I doing good?" She wanted to please, an anxious child needing his approval in her quest to prove that she wasn't a kid.
"Great!" Roger moaned. He wrenched his hips, wanting more of her fabulous mouth. Her hand, squeezing his cock, was driving him crazy. "Don't stop now. Keep doing it. Your mouth was fabulous!"
She blinked, then smiled. "I know what you want. You want me to suck you off, so you don't have to fuck me."
He groaned. "Yeah, come on, my cock's hurting for your fabulous mouth."
"What about me? I want to lose my cherry… to get fucked." She pouted, feeling hurt.
"Next time," he promised, knowing there would never be one. "Suck my cock, Christine. I'll get your cherry tomorrow."
She didn't belive him, but she wanted to suck his cock, to feel the cum squirt into her mouth. "Okay, but remember – you owe me."
Roger groaned; her hand was like a vise on his hard cockshaft. He didn't like being out on a limb with such a young girl, but he had no choice. His balls ached. He had to have some kind of relief – with her cherry still intact. "Eat me, Christine."
"I will." She eyed him curiously. "Ever have a girl eat your cock before?"
He nodded.
"I'll do better." She was a child, but her confidence was that of a woman. "You'll be begging me for more when I get through with you."
"Just suck my prick." His passion robbed him of patience. "Suck, Christine, and stop talking."
Committed, she threw herself into her first blow job with the exuberance of youth and the passion of a woman. Her tongue became a wet whip, slapping back and forth across his cock, up and down the length, over the wide girth of hard prickmeat.
She used her tongue on his cock, like Laddie had done to her pussy. She began to nibble up and down the length of his prick, first one side, then the other. Her mouth feasted on the delectable prickmeat, loving, carving the throbbing piece of cock-muscle. She delicately chewed on the sensitive underside, then swooped her mouth over his bloated cockhead and sucked.
"Aggghhhh!" he growled. She sucked so hard, he thought she was going to draw his cum up through his balls before he blasted. "Christine! Suck! Suck!" He lunged again driving his prick head into her snug-fitting throat. "Unnn!"
Christine chocked; her eyes popped. She forced herself not to panic. Her nose flared with a sudden intake of air, and she relaxed, letting Roger's cockhead enter her throat. It was wild strange, exciting. His prick seemed to throb in her gullet, stretching the narrow opening of her tight throat. She gurgled on his prick and her own spit.
Roger's ball were rumbling with new life; his prick was about to burst at the seams. "Sweet little baby," he groaned. A child was about to suck him into heaven. "Christine, your mouth… feels great! Keep sucking. Keep chewing. Enjoy your first meal!"
It excited her to hear his voice while his cock clogged her mouth and throat. She sensed the same urgency in him that had driven Laddie to blast his cum. Her heart almost leaped into her throat. Roger was going to come. It staggered her mind, and her lithe naked body felt a mild orgasm whip through her in tingling sensations of warmth.
She gripped the base of his cock and jerked the thin flexible skin up and down. She swirled her tongue around his stabbing cock, sucking, her cheeks drawn in, her teeth clamped around it. Her hands shifted the moveable skin of his cock bringing him to the edge of oblivion and beyond.
He humped into her mouth, lunged off the ground, and lodged his prick in her throat. He came slamming back to the blanket. As he whipped his cock in and out of the teenager's mouth, he roared; "I'm coming, Christine!" The hollow cave echoed his words.
Roger's hands balled into fists. His muscles strained under the tremendous pressure building inside his exploding balls and shooting cock. He creamed Christine's mouth, felt her jerking fingers and sliding mouth. Her clinging lips were wet, soft.
Christine, not really sure what to expect, took the first thick gooey gob of cum deep in her throat. It was followed by a succession of spurting wads, each thicker and heavier than the last. Jism flooded her mouth, oozed down her gullet, gushing from her nose and paste her clinging lips. Her hands came off his prick. She took the humping thrusting violence of Roger's exploding climax and froze.
Roger slammed his prick into her mouth. With her hand away from his thick cock base, he was able to thrust the entire length of his prick into her throat. His groin slammed against her lips. Cum poured out of his piss-slot like water spurting from a faucet. His body lunged in the heat of his orgasm. At blurring speed, he pounded her mouth with his prick.
Panic, then fear set in. The fear of drowning in his cum. She battled her feelings, winning. Her fear transformed into greed – greed for his cum, his cock, every dynamite inch of it. She picked up his thrusting fuck rhythm, slamming her face into his colliding groin. His mat of curly cock hair tickled her nose and lips. She sucked with deep heavy suction power when he dropped back for that instant before he lunged again.
She gagged from his deluge of cum; he growled. She sucked; he roared his pleasure. Her teeth sank into his hard prick, her mouth flooded with gobs of cum. She sensed he was winding down, and he mind, young and impressionable, snapped. She become a demon. He mouth worked overtime, diligently sucking.
Roger's groans became louder. His humping body slowed.
It only excited Christine more. She picked up the slack, her mouth flying up and down the endless length of his cock. She worked her jerking hands in rhythm to her bobbing head, desperately hoping it wouldn't end. Fast furious sucks. Chewing teeth. Butterfly strokes with her fingers. Then squeezing grips like a steel vise. She craved it all – every hot ounce of jizz.
Roger lunged up into the wet swirling storm of her feasting mouth. "Christine! Agggghh! No more!" He dropped back on the blanket, twitching. His cock was drained, super-sensitive now. Agony set in, where moments ago, pleasure had reigned.
Her hand, fingers, and mouth drifted up and down Roger's cock. She sucked and chewed painstakingly, her mind a blank, not noticing that his prick had lost the unresisting hardness of steel and was slowly becoming a tender pliable muscle of soft cockmeat.
"Christine! Stop!" He bellowed in agony. He tried squirming away. Her clenching teeth refused to release his prick.
Christine was greedy. The cum had stopped squirting, but she was determined to get more. She sucked, drawing out the last drops of cum from the aching void in his now-empty balls. She sucked harder, refusing to believe he was finished. His prick was limp, and she began to sob hysterically, her passion out of control, no relief in sight.
Roger used all of his waning strength and pulled himself up. Gently, he eased the wild teenager off his sore prick. "C'mon, Christine. It's over. I can't come any more. You sucked me dry."
Christine rolled onto her back, consumed with lust. She spread her legs to entice Roger to fuck her, her ass rubbing the blanket as she humped. She was soaring, hovering at the entrance to bliss, with no one to take her in. Her hands labored frantically over the sizzling flesh of her burning body.