Norma Egan - The curious maid

"Nice, baby, real nice," Benton said huskily, gripping her smooth shoulders. "Just keep on doing that. Yeah, lick my meat real slow and easy…

Michelle found it easy to obey. She liked licking cocks, liked the taste and texture. Only one thing really bothered her now that she'd decided to experience sex before marriage. She wondered if she really ought to marry at all. It wouldn't be fair to Kurt-because she knew now that one man could never satisfy her. But if she didn't marry, what would she do with her life?

Well, she could worry about that some other time. Right now she wanted to concentrate entirely on getting Ray Benton aroused, giving him pleasure and excitement. She'd only lost her virginity a few hours ago, but already she was expert at exciting men. She seemed to have a natural talent for it. She enjoyed her work that was for certain.

"A little faster now, honey," Benton panted. "Do the head of my cock especially."

He'd hardly said it before she obeyed, trailing her wet little tongue swiftly up the soft white stalk of his prick till she reached the dark red head. She rimmed and circled it, running her tongue swiftly around and around the most sensitive part of his cock, the knob-like head. Benton gave a shudder of

pleasure.

"Nice," he sighed. "Just do that all over, will you, baby? Do my balls, too.

That was something she hadn't done before, licking a guy's balls. She'd been so interested in cocks, it hadn't occurred to her-but after all, it was only her first day as a non-virgin. There was a lot she had to learn, and she was eager to learn it. Again she licked rapidly, wetly, down the long pale pole of his cock, tickling right through the golden-brown thatch of his bush.

"Yeah, yeah," Benton gasped, "now my balls." Just as he said it, her little tongue tip touched the rosy soft flesh of his nut sacs, the highly-sensitive fleshy bags that crowded his crotch. She began to tongue them eagerly, making them flop and bounce in a lewd slapping rhythm. She found she enjoyed it just as much as licking his cock. Benton kneaded her shoulders and moaned. "Lick me," he chanted hoarsely, "lick meee!"

Her tongue was wet, scalding, and brisk on his tender nut sacs, and with that kind of stimulus it wasn't long before he got hotly excited. He seemed to want to go on testing her, though, for he kept giving instructions, telling her exactly what he wanted her to do to him.

"Now take my meat in your mouth," he gasped. "Hurry, Michelle, suck my cock."

She was surprised at the sudden change of pace, but she obeyed, trailing her slick little tongue off his spit-soaked balls and licking swiftly upward again, through his curly bush, up the fat soft stalk

of his prick, till she was tonguing the dark red head of his cock. She caught the fat head between her lips and sucked it inside.

'Awwwww, yeah, girl," Benton whined. "Take in as much as you can, honey. Take my dick in your mouth!"

Michelle did her best to p1ease him, sucking strongly on his warm flaccid meat, sucking his whole soft wrinkled prick onto her tongue. His damp rosy balls came to rest against her chin. She started to suck. Benton was breathless, almost not moving except for kneading her shoulders with his sweaty fingers.

"Oh, Jesus," he sighed softly.

Then it happened. Taking her completely by surprise, his cock sprang into life, going suddenly long and hard and thick in her mouth. Michelle felt the soft head becoming a big bard bulb that plunged right into her throat. She felt the stalk of his prick getting -very thick, stretching her lips painfully. She started to choke.

"Keep it in your mouth, Michelle," he warned. She gagged and tried to control her response, holding his suddenly stiff cock in her throat and mouth, enduring the choking sensation. She had the feeling he was putting her to the test for some reason, and she was determined not to fail. Gradually she overcame her fear and allowed him to work his long thick cock even farther into her throat.

"Good girl," he panted, "very good. Now I want you to blow me, Michelle, bring me off. I want you to eat my come. Will you do that?"

Of course there was no way she could answer or even nod her head, not with his huge thick prick impaling her throat, so she responded by sucking hard on his meat. Benton gave a yelp of excitement and then grinned down approvingly as he watched her sucking briskly on his swollen cock.

"That's the way," he sighed. "Yet, that's what I want, baby. Just keep doing it like that till I come. Just suck that meat like it was candy."

Michelle didn't really have much trouble doing that. Now that she'd gotten used to feeling his erect prick in her throat, it didn't bother her at all. It excited her, in fact. She sucked happily away on his deeply-buried prick, feeling his swollen hot balls rubbing her chin.

The only thing she wasn't sure about was eating his come. She'd never done that before, never taken a blow job to its logical conclusion. That was going to be quite a mouthful. She liked the taste of his bubbling cock-juice, though. It was starting to ooze from the great fat head of his prick, dripping onto her taste buds, and she lapped it up and swallowed it eagerly.

But what would it be like when she got the full blast of his jism? She'd just have to find out because she wasn't going to fail this test. No matter what he wanted, she'd do it. She'd fucked up enough today. From now on she was going to do everything just right.

Apparently she was doing okay on the blow job, because Ray Benton was panting, moaning, and clutching her shoulders hard as he got more and more excited. His cock juice dripped heavily onto

her tongue, and he was sweating. His voice was hoarse and excited, and he began to jerk his long hard prick up and down in her tight silky throat.

"Oh, yeah," he chanted, "yeah, ohhhh, Christ. make me come, make me come, baby, suck meee!

She suddenly felt it, the scalding blast of his come in her throat. He whined and shot his load in convulsive hard jerks of his cock, hardly giving her time to rest between gulps. She managed to swallow every bit of his jism, though, and she found she didn't mind doing it. She dug it, in fact. She should have guessed. There seemed to be nothing about sex that she didn't like.

"Awwwww, God," Benton roared, "eat it, honey, eat it. So fuckin' good, Michelle. Awwwww!"

At last he finished coming and went sprawling onto the mossy ground, his wet drained cock slipping from her mouth to splat on his thigh. Only then did Michelle realize that she was left high and dry. That limp wrinkled prick wasn't going to do her any good. She felt a nagging cheated feeling in her pussy, and it wasn't easy for her to hide her disappointment.

But maybe that was part of the test, getting her hotly aroused and then not doing anything about it, seeing how mature she was. Well, it wasn't easy for a hot-blooded young girl like Michelle to endure, but she was determined to show him. She faked a smile and sat down beside him on the grass.

"You did real well, baby," he said, catching his breath at last. "Was that your first blow job?"

"Yes," Michelle admitted. "I guess I'll get better with practice."

Benton chuckled. "Jesus, you were a virgin just a couple hours ago, doll-you've sure made a lot of progress today. Yeah, Michelle, I'd say you were a real quick learner. But now I'm really gonna put you to the test. I want you to get me hard again."

Michelle gawked at him. Even with her limited experience she knew that men had to rest a little between climaxes, that his limp cock wouldn't just spring right up again. This wasn't going to be easy-but again she was determined to prove she could handle the job. She bid her doubts as she snuggled up to the bearded young man and curled her fingers around his limp wet dick.