She grabbed her tits, squeezed them, hoping to rub herself to a uniform warmth, but he kept licking and the sensation grew within Debbie. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter, and she knew that if she only looked down at where Sam was slurping on her, she’d see a cloud of filmy steam rising from her quim.
What I need, Debbie thought, is a bionic cunt, Oh, Jesus, no! I’d have blown all my transistors a couple of hours ago and I wouldn’t be feeling this, now.
His tongue found her stiff pulsing cit, and pressed against it, and she felt the excitement build to almost unbearable pressure inside her cunt. Her cit throbbed and hammered with each passing swipe of his tongue. and she wondered why her finger, how her finger, had ever been able to satisfy her in the past.
A finger was nothing like a tongue. A man’s tongue. A man’s skilled tongue, eating, licking, slurping. His lips kissing, sucking.
“Aaaaiiieeeee!!” she squalled, bucking up and humping his face with her pussy.
She was flooded with girl-juices. It must be something like the feeling of Lisa’s pussy mounted on her own face early this morning Sam must be thinking the cummy juice as it dribbled from her slice, just the way she’d drunk Lisa’s girl-dew. But it was a lot different here, now. Sam was eating her because he wanted to. She wasn’t sitting on his face, making him perform against his will.
He’d laid her out, spread her legs, thrust his face into her cunt. What he did, he did freely, willingly-and perfectly!!
He opened his mouth; sucked at the entire pulsating swell of her cunt, and if he wasn’t gulping her juices now, he never would. His tongue stole forth, wriggled in the gap of her pussy mouth, then stabbed inside, and she reacted as if she’d been short-circuited by a faulty home appliance. “My Goddddd!!!”
Debbie shouted at the top of her lungs, and she squeezed viciously at her boobs till the nipples lurched up like quivering pink flagpoles. She could even feel her freckles throbbing and burning in the soft flesh on which they were mounted.
He worked his finger into her cooze as well, screwing it in alongside his probing tongue, and Debbie couldn’t lie still. She rocked about, head flopping from side to side, fingers digging into her soft, spongy fits, and she felt the juices bursting from the gates of her cooze, flowing, drenching that mouth and hand as they made rhythmic, pliant love to her twat.
Sam was lying on his side next to Debbie, his head angled into her crotch. She looked toward him as her head rocked about, and she saw that the front of his shorts was no longer quite so inactive as it had been a moment or two ago.
There was a definite bulging inside, and though she’d been a non-virgin for little more than a couple of hours, Debbie knew goddamned well what that bulging indicated. “Oh, wow,” she gurgled, and her hand shot toward him.
Her lover jerked when she grabbed his cock and shorts in one hot fist, but he filled up nicely for her squeezing, eager hand, and in another moment she was pulling down his shorts, giving freedom to his rampant dick. He moved to help her, and the shorts slid down his legs. Now he was bare, the part of him that really mattered right now, and Debbie slid closer, getting at him with both hands.
One wrapped round the heavy, hard stalk of his pecker, the other nested warmly and gave his large, rolling stones a pleasant basket to lie in. She squeezed-too hard, for he moaned through clenched teeth, moaned right into her, pussy so that he vibrated her with his pained response, and she unclasped his nuts almost at once. “Mmm,” be crooned as the pressure relaxed and Debbie understood for the first time a fact she’d obviously have to take into consideration from now on-that you couldn’t be too rough on a man’s testicles.
They were delicate, precious objects; they swung beautifully beneath a stiff, arching dong, and they also produced the sweet-tasting male seed that squirted from a cock to prove the intensity of a man’s lovemaking. She stroked them appreciatively, whispering her apologies, and her hand began to move on his dick.
She stared at the ruby knot of his tool. It was a big knob, surmounting a big tool, and it was unbelievably fat. From the little slit creasing the knob’s tip a watery fluid was oozing, slicking down the smooth-textured flesh of Sam’s cockhead. Debbie touched that fluid with her fingertip, smoothed it onto him, brought a little to her mouth for taste-testing. It didn’t really seem to have much flavor, she decided, but then she remembered the gobs, of cum he’d squirted onto her belly, the, semen she’d sampled from her fingertip, and she looked at his cock again.
What had he told her? “If you were sucking cock for dynamite, you wouldn’t get enough to blow your nose.” Something like that. Well, it had been the first time anything like a cock had ever entered her virginal mouth. She’d been surprised by his attack, frightened by his threats of imminent violence, sobbing and trembling in her fear and surprise. She squeezed, saw more of the colorless fluid leak from his pecker gash. I want to do it, she thought. I want to fill my mouth with his cock and suck it, suck it, suck itttt!! She jerked on his rigid meat and he slid closer. Debbie leaned toward him, her mouth opening automatically, forming an oval ring of acceptance. Her tongue protruded through the ellipsed 0, and she licked at his flesh before she took him inside. He tasted like hot, almost-raw meat, and his precum wasn’t so tasteless and bland now. Mixed with it was a tiny but obvious sampling of the thicker, tangier juices of his semen, the juices that soon would rush like a river into her sucking mouth. She hadn’t the slightest doubt that she could handle it.
And him. Debbie’s lips fluttered and she pulled him inside her mouth, tongue flying up and down his length as he entered her with an ass-wiggling thrust of delight. She’d thought him enormous that first time he flicked her unwilling mouth, and true, he was big, but it was a sweet kind of bigness, and now, when she desperately craved to have his penis buried in her passionate mouth, she found that he was deceptively easy to accommodate. There was room in her mouth for about four inches of cock-that much would fit without’ undue pressure at the back of her throat-but she could take him deeper if she got a good in-suck of breath and willed her jaw muscles to loosen up. She found herself doing that more and more often, and his peter kept stabbing in, in, ever inward, till it seemed as if her throat was as full of him as her mouth had already been. He was floating in the frothy, abundant drool spilling from her salivary glands, and only the nagging ache at her jaw-joints kept her from sucking him to the balls and keeping him there until she got the sweet love offering she sought.
He had stopped his eating in her twat, but Debbie was in no position to be aware. His cock was magnificent and rigid in her mouth, sucking it the greatest challenge of her young life. In many ways, she was more turned on by fellating Sam than she had by fucking him. This was considerably more personal a gift, for it involved the intimate union of her mouth and his cock, and she wanted it to be just right for him. She owed him that much.
But it was exciting for Debbie, too, and her cunt boiled over with simmering girl-juice as she wolfed on his stiff prong. Her tongue couldn’t keep still around him. She licked as he pushed in, pulled out, plunged home again, and she made her tongue glide across the rubbery-smooth knob of Sam’s dong, tracing the ridges of his crown, even trying to fickle his cumslit with the frisky, randy edge of her playful tongue. At the same time, her hand was fight on his balls-not viciously tight, for that had been an accident, but caressingly tight, tight enough to show him that she loved what she was doing, that the loved his cock, loved him as Well.