Up and up his finger went, until it touched the neck of her womb. She pressed closer to him, raising her hips a little, inviting him to go even deeper.
She knew men liked to hear girls say certain things at a time like this, and she transferred her tongue from his mouth to his ear, twisting a little saliva into it with the tip. "I just love to be finger-fucked, Carl, darling," she whispered. "Do it harder."
But half a minute later, she felt herself on the verge of cuming, and she reached down to pull his hand away.
"What's the matter?" he said. "I thought you liked that."
"I do," she said, "But there's something I like even better."
He kissed the dimple in her chin. "What?"
She reached down, moistened a fingertip with cunt juice, and pressed it against his lips. "Guess," she said.
He smiled. "With a sample like that, you don't have to ask me twice," he said. He got to his knees, leaned over, and began licking the narrow band of flesh between Sharon's pelt and the top of her stocking, running his tongue back and forth along the small ridge of the taut, round garter.
"Now the other leg," Sharon said.
He brushed his lips lightly across her pubic hair to give the top of her other thigh the same treatment.
Sharon couldn't keep her hips still. She put both hands between her legs and spread the lips of her cunt.
"Suck my pussy, Carl," she breathed, raising it up a little. "Suck me as hard as you can."
He stretched out beside her, his chest over her belly, and buried his head between her legs.
Sharon took her hands from her cunt and brought them up to her breasts. As Carl sucked, she squeezed the twin upthrust cones firmly, moving them in little circles, pulling them out as far as she could, then mashing them back against her ribs, until the nipples were as big and hard as small marbles.
Then, for a long moment, she ceased kneading her breasts to concentrate on the aroma of her pussy. The scent drifting up to her nostrils was so maddeningly delightful that she knew an instant's envy of Carl, who was able to bury his face in the very source of it.
And now, at last, she could deny herself the knowledge of Carl's prick no longer. Carl was lying on his stomach; his prick where she couldn't get to it. But that problem was simply solved. She began to turn over on her side, very slowly, keeping Carl's head clamped between her thighs. Carl, of course, was forced to turn with her. And now they both lay on their side, facing each other, the monstrous bulge in Carl's pants only inches from Sharon's face.
When she reached out to pull down the zipper, she was so eager that her hand trembled. Meanwhile, Carl continued to suck steadily and noisily, now and then running his tongue across her dripping perineum to her anus and back again.
Sharon reached into his pants to take out his prick, then jerked her head to one side as it sprang free of its own accord.
She almost cried out in amazement. She'd known Carl's cock must be very big, to bulge out the way it had. But she hadn't been prepared for anything like the shaft that had erupted from his fly.
She stared at it with disbelief. It wasn't that it was so long – a little over six inches, she judged. It was its width. It was at least two and a half inches thick at the base, tapering slightly to a head as big as a small peach.
"Oh, my goodness!" Sharon said to herself, and reached out to touch it. It was hot and pulsing and satiny smooth, like iron beneath pink velvet. She drew her fingers slowly from root to head, thrilling to the silken touch of it. She took it in her hand and tried to squeeze it, but it was too big for her tiny hand, and she could get her fingers only halfway around it.
Remembering what men liked, she rubbed the ball of her thumb along the shallow groove along the underside, and was rewarded by a muffled exclamation of pleasure from Carl, whose tongue began stabbing into her cunt more frenziedly than ever.
Sharon pressed her cheek against the throbbing shaft, inhaling deeply. The musk was almost overpowering. She inhaled again and again, feeling her mouth begin to water, and then drew her head back to examine the cockhead.
The huge knob was dark-pink and glistening wet. As Sharon watched, a pearl formed in the open eye, shimmered for a moment, then slid down across the curve of the glans and dropped to the rug. Almost immediately, another pearl formed – and this time, before it could slide away, Sharon flicked out her tongue and licked it up.
It was delicious. She rolled the tiny droplet around on her tongue, mixing it with saliva, savoring it. It tasted a little like cunt juice, but it was saltier, much more pungent. It whetted her appetite for what was to come.
Grasping the immense shaft with both hands, she sipped still another pearl from the eye, then began to lick the glans, moving the flat of her tongue in short, firm strokes, working her way slowly all the way around it, from seeping eye to ridged corona.
The taste was exquisite, and she pressed her lips to the eye and sucked until she felt a tiny trickle of juice on the tip of her tongue.
As she rolled the juice around in her mouth, mixing it with saliva to heighten the pleasure of swallowing it, she studied the enormous glans with mingled desire and uncertainty. Could she ever get such a monster of a knob in her mouth, she wondered? It would be impossible to get the shaft itself inside; that was certain. The thrill of sucking the full length of Carl's incredible prick was one delight she'd never be able to experience.
But that big, pulsating, glorious head! Was she to be denied the feel of that in her mouth as well?
No, she vowed. Even if it dislocated her jaw, she was going to wedge that lovely pink knob into her mouth until she felt her teeth slide over the ridge of the corona and her lips press against the shaft.
She began to suck – slowly, spreading her lips a little further each time she drew in her breath. The eye was seeping constantly now, and she discovered she could let a considerable quantity of the delectable nectar collect in her throat before she was forced to swallow it.
As she sucked, she also frigged Carl's shaft with both hands, holding them cupped on either side of it, so that they completely surrounded it, pushing them down to the base and then drawing them back to the head, alternately squeezing and relaxing the pressure.
Between her legs, she could feel the tantalizing tickle of Carl's beard stubble brushing against the membrane of her labia as he continued to spear his tongue into her cunt without pause. Her hips felt warm and sticky, and she knew she had never juiced more copiously.
She opened her mouth wider and tried to suck the glans inside. But it simply would not go in. She spread her lips, attempting to part her teeth even more. Another quarter-inch or so, she knew, and her mouth would be full of cock.
She tried again, and failed, and was taking a deep breath preparatory to trying a third time, when she felt a sudden relaxation of the jaw muscles – and an instant later the throbbing knob slid into her mouth as easily as if it had been of only normal size.
And now she began to suck in earnest, moving her head backward and forward rapidly, choking a bit when she forgot to breathe through her nose, trying her best to get at least a little of the shaft into her mouth, drawing the pulsing head further and further down her throat. Then suddenly, to her great surprise and intense satisfaction, she felt her lips and teeth slide beyond the corona and up along the shaft. An inch of the rock-hard meat slid into her mouth. Then a second inch. Then a third.
She was almost beside herself with the wonder of her achievement. She had the head and three full inches of that glorious monster in her mouth when, only a few seconds ago, she had despaired of getting even the head inside! She would always remember it, she knew, as one of the supreme triumphs of her life.