John Douglas - Wild cherry

Her teeth slid against my hardness as she gave me a quick nod and a little nasal whimper of assurance. She might be afraid to admit my prick into that little pussy, but she had decided to give me a complete blowjob. It was no time to do anything but settle down to enjoying the way her tongue was curving and twisting, pressing my cock up against her palate as she took it into her mouth, then dancing about the tip in a nervous fluttering as her head lifted to let it slide out again.

I wanted her in a different position, one which would enable me to do a little feasting of my own. But I didn't want to do anything which might break the rapport we had established. Kitty was enjoying her work and, although she was far from being an expert, she was managing to provide all the necessary elements of a first-rate blow job.

I couldn't help wondering what Nadine, my sister, would say if she were to walk in and see her daughter slobbering away on my prick, moaning and whimpering in between the long, deep tugs that kept my ass bouncing in happy cooperation. It probably wouldn't cause Nadine to raise an eyebrow, except to urge Kitty into a little more speed so she could move in for her own share.

Then, as the pleasure ripples became giant waves in my belly, I stopped thinking about anything but sliding my prick in and out between those wet, warm lips, and trying to get Kitty to suck a little harder. Each time the head slipped past the soft palate and rubbed the hotter area, far back in her mouth, the sensation became more intense, and her fingers slid a little closer to the base of my cock, feeding more of it between those greedy lips.

My prick gave a jerk, making her lips retreat to a firm grip just below the rim of the pulsating head. There, she tightened them and sucked me with a hunger that drew my come in savage spurts, lancing against her dancing tongue as her hand flashed up and down, fingers squeezing to add to my pleasure.

She didn't swallow until she had sucked the last drop from my throbbing cock. Then, with a little gurgle of satisfaction, she let the thick semen slide down her throat in two noisy gulps, keeping the head of my tool firmly entrenched inside that eager young mouth.

"Did I do it right?" she whispered, retreating to kiss my shaft and run her tongue over the hairy balls she had cupped in her palm. "I wanted to make it good for you."

"Wonderful!" I panted, stroking her blonde hair. "That tongue nearly drove me wild!"

She sat back on her heels, resting her arms on my thighs and staring at the column she had sucked so thoroughly. It was still hard, and I would have welcomed a second invasion of those moist lips. But, if I played things just right, I might persuade her to even more exciting pursuits.

"Let's have another drink," I suggested. I leaned forward and lifted her lovely face, covering her mouth with mine and tasting the faint musk of my own semen as her tongue slid between my teeth. My hand sought the contour of her right breast and found the nipple strutted against my palm, warm and damp with the dew of perspiration.

"You know," she admitted, breathing against my chin, "I almost made it."

I kissed the tip of her nose. "A lot of girls come when they do that," I told her. "I used to know one who couldn't make it any other way."

She got to her feet, making no effort to hide the exciting view of her silken crotch, and wiggled that cute little ass over to the bar to freshen our drinks. Over her shoulder, she called, "Tell me about her."

"That was at college," I answered. "You were about eight or nine years old."

She turned, holding the glasses and leaning against the bar. "Did you know I used to hope you'd make a pass at me when I was just a kid?"

I grinned. "I thought about doing it," I admitted. "You had a sexy little bottom. But you were always so damn shy!"

She wiggled back to hand me a drink and stood sipping her own. "One of my girl friends used to jack her brother off almost every night. He was a lot older than her, of course."

"Did he ever do it to her?" I asked.

She nodded. "Finally. She was nearly eleven then. After that, she couldn't get enough. I think she screwed half the boys in school."

She sat down on the couch, at the far end, where our bodies wouldn't touch. "Tell me about that girl," she said. "The one who came when she went down on you."

"Her name was Helen," I began. "A tall girl with a set of fabulous knockers and a pair of thighs that we used to call nut-crackers."

I hadn't seen Helen Crompton in years. But the memory of her oral artistry was still fresh in my mind. She seemed, at first contact, to be a real iceberg, and most of the other students gave her a wide berth when they found out she couldn't be laid on the first date.

I met her on a blind date and, since I had already been briefed on her assumed frigidity, I played it cool, not trying to go beyond a little heavy necking in the back seat of Tom Lawson's old Buick. She was cooperative as hell with her tongue and made no objection when I opened her blouse and started munching on those big tasty nipples.

In the front seat, Tom was already pounding the meat to one of our appreciative little cheerleaders, so neither of them was paying any attention to what we were doing in the back.

I grabbed Helen's hand and dragged it down to where my cock was trying to shove its way out of my slacks and pressed her fingers about the throbbing length. It was just as if I had lit a firecracker under the girl. Still shoving her tongue down my throat in excitement, she had me unzipped and my tool pulled out before I knew what was happening.

Before that, I had had to persuade my dates to lower their pretty heads over my rearing manhood, and more than a few had flatly refused. But Helen didn't wait for an invitation. She went down on me like a steam-heated suction pump, and that tongue performed like a sex-crazed snake.

Once her lips slid over the engorged head, they kept right on sliding until she had the entire cock in her mouth and throat and her nose was buried against my pubic arch. Since that was the first time any girl had taken the whole works, I damn near blew my load right then and there. As it was, she managed about a dozen full-length strokes with those hot wet lips before I blasted my come between her tonsils.

As she gulped my cream, her ass jerked and wiggled on the seat and she kept whimpering in between the quick swallows. When it was over, I asked her if she had really climaxed, and she admitted that she had.

About a week later, she let me take her to a motel and screw her, working her hips cooperatively until I unloaded in that tight little cunt. But, she informed me, she didn't enjoy it. Her pelvic action was all for my benefit.

Only when I crammed my cock into that hungry mouth did she start whining her way to an orgasm that left her pussy dripping and ready for another furious assault.

For about a year and a half, until she dropped out of school and went back to some hick town in south Georgia, she gave me all the pussy I could handle. But, for each deposit in that delightfully tight snatch, I had to provide another for her greedy mouth.

"Wow!" Kitty exclaimed when I finished the recital. "She must have been some girl!"

She was a little tipsy from the liquor, but she insisted we have at least one more. In between sips, she leaned over and ran her tongue over the head of my cock, giggling as I shivered. The ice in the drink made her tongue feel like a cold snake.

When the glasses were empty, she rose to her feet, swaying a little, and tugging at my hand.

"I want to tryout that waterbed!" she insisted.

The whiskey had enveloped me in a warm glow and I would have cooperated in anything she suggested. The very least that would happen would be a repeat of that exciting oral job. Happily, I followed her wriggling ass into my bedroom and watched her plop down on the undulating surface.