"Don't worry about me, baby. I'll fuck it as good as any other guy."
Suddenly it occurred to her that she was no longer teasing him. Somehow, with the big wet knob of Harry's cock only inches from her lips, and the musky smell of his balls beginning to make her mouth water, the idea of having her mouth fucked had become very appealing. But still, she couldn't resist a final bit of teasing.
"Are you going to fuck it good and hard, Harry?" she said, putting her lips so close to his glans that he was sure to feel her hot breath on it. "Are you, Harry? Are you going to fuck it a long time? I mean, just fuck it and fuck it and fuck it?"
"Ah, God," Harry said, shutting his eyes more tightly than ever. "Ah, God, baby…"
A clear fluid had been seeping from the eye of his glans, laving it, dripping in thin strings from the bottom ridge of the corona, inching back in a glistening track along the groove in the underside of his shaft, sparkling in the hair on his tight, swollen balls.
Sharon reached back to cup the hard, sticky balls with one hand, while with the other she grasped the pulsating shaft and raised the glans slightly until it was on a level with her lips.
"May I have a taste?" she said.
"A taste?" Harry said. "Holy Christ!"
"Just a little one? Please, Harry. Just a teensy taste?"
"You're trying to drive me crazy, is what. Will you, for God's sake, quit femaling around?"
She leaned forward and planted a big slurpy kiss on his cockhead, flicking her tongue against it, then pointing her tongue and probing at the eye with it. At the same time, she ran her hand back and forth along the velvety skin on the iron-hard shaft, and with her other hand squeezed and kneaded his egg-size balls, rolling the cum-filled objects around and around in their taut, moist bag.
She'd meant only to kiss the head, but the feel of the hot, slippery meat against her lips and tongue was so good that she pushed her lips back past the corona and worried the hard ridge for a moment with her teeth. The taste of the thin fluid welling from the eye of Harry's cock was fabulous, Sharon reflected as she swallowed a little of it and eagerly waited for more.
She was enjoying this, she really was. She'd thought that Carl Martin – the ex-con she'd fucked and sucked in her parole officer's bedroom – had had a wonderful taste, but Harry tasted even better. And, unlike Carl, Harry had a normal-sized cock – one a girl could get in her mouth without dislocating her jaw. In fact, Harry's cock seemed to have been tailor-made for her mouth, and almost without realizing it, she let two more inches slide between her lips, thrilling to the feel of the throbbing glans sandwiched between the roof of her mouth and her tongue.
I'll just suck it a little bit, she told herself as she began to move her head forward and back. The second I think he's ready to cum, I'll stop. And then I'll let him fuck my mouth.
"I'm warning you," Harry said, his voice almost a whimper. "I can't stand that. I thought you wanted me to… oh God! I'm going to… to… ohhhhhhh!"
The surge of hot cum splashing into Sharon's throat was so unexpected that she gagged in spite of herself. There was so much of it, and it was coming so fast, that she had all she could do to swallow most of it without letting Harry's prick slide out of her mouth. And even so, the thing she had feared might happen, did, and she felt cum seeping out around Harry's cock and splashing down onto her bare breasts and belly.
But before she could even begin to bemoan the loss of so much precious jism – jism she would much rather have had splash into her throat instead – she was almost strangled by a second discharge, even more unexpected than the first. She had been swallowing constantly, but there was a limit to the amount her mouth could hold, and once again she was dismayed to feel Harry's cum spurting out the sides of her mouth and onto her body.
She was just beginning to wonder whether she'd ever be able to catch her breath again, when suddenly Harry's cock stopped spouting. And now, with a long, stricken cry, he sank to his knees, swayed for a moment, and then toppled over to one side.
Sharon, still with his prick in her mouth, still swallowing his cum, followed him down, grasping him around the ass with both arms to keep his prick from being dislodged. And not until she was certain that there wasn't another drop of jism left in his balls did she finally let his cock slide out of her mouth.
Harry raised up on an elbow. "My God," he said, looking at her with wonder. "Oh, my God. I thought I was going to die." He was breathing rapidly, his big, powerful body streaming with sweat.
Sharon smiled at him, and licked the cum from her lips. "Ummm," she said. "Delicious." She scraped some of the cum from a breast with the side of her finger, then licked her finger clean. "I just don't know when I've tasted such wonderful jism," she said. "Are you ready?"
Harry sat up. "Huh?" he said. "Ready for what?"
"To fuck my mouth."
His eyes widened incredulously. "Are you kidding?"
"Of course, not."
"You're got to be." He shook his head. "After the way I blew my nuts just now? My God, woman, I'm only human, after all."
She pushed her lower lip out in a pout, eyes chiding him gently. "I'm ashamed of you," she said with mock severity. "A big, strong man like you. Surely you're not going to deny a girl a little fuck in the mouth." She reached over and grasped his prick. It was still firm, but not as rock-hard as it had been a minute before. "Now, are you?" She began to stroke the shaft, alternately squeezing it and then releasing the pressure of her fingers, occasionally letting the ball of her thumb trail across the eye of his glans.
"I warned you I'd cum," Harry said, watching the milking motion of her hand with fascination. "If you wanted me to fuck your mouth, how come you started to suck me off?"
"I'm sorry," she said, squeezing harder. "But it was your own fault, you know."
"My fault? How do you figure?"
"Because your prick tastes so good," she said. "I just couldn't resist sucking it a little, Harry. I really meant to just kiss it a second or two. Honest. But it tasted so good I got a little greedy. And then, before I knew it, you started to – why, Harry! Your cock's getting hard again!"
Harry looked at himself with surprise. "Jesus," he said softly. "I'd never have believed it. And it hasn't been more than two minutes since I squirted my nuts, either."
Sharon smiled. "Well, I hope it's more than two minutes before you squirt them again," she said. "I want you to fuck my mouth a long time, Harry. And I mean really fuck it – just as long and as hard as you can."
"Jesus," Harry said. "Just look at my cock. The bastard's bigger than ever."
"And harder, too," Sharon said, giving it a final squeeze before she moved over to take her position on the pillow again, "Come on, Harry. Baby wants her mouth fucked."
Harry got to his feet and came over to stand in front of her. "This'll probably kill me," he said, grinning. "Not that I give a damn. After this, what else is there to live for?"
Sharon smiled up at him, then glanced down at her body. Her nipples, peeping through Harry's cum, were like tiny cherries in thick cream. The cum that had splashed onto her belly had now slid down into the black hair of her cunt, where it had broken up into small, glistening rivulets. The lips of her slit were red and engorged and laved with juice, and the perfume that rose from between her legs was as provocative as she had ever known it to be.
"Haven't you really ever fucked a girl in the mouth before?" she said. "Honest now, Harry – haven't you?"
"No," Harry said. "I just never thought of it, I guess."
"Well, all you have to do is pretend my mouth is a cunt. I'll just use enough pressure with my lips and tongue to make it feel like one, and that's all. I'll hold your cock tight in my mouth, but I won't use any suction. I'll just hold my head rigid, and once you start, I won't move my lips or tongue at all. We'll both pretend my mouth's a cunt, you see. So all you have to do is fuck it like one. All right?"