Ron Taylor: High school hot pants

He sucked my breasts as he fucked me, and his teeth played on my nipples. I only wished that I could have given him milk as he sucked. That would have made it perfect. Because he shot a pint of hot, sticky milk into my cunt just before my own explosion came, and the driving jabs as he unloaded his tool were what kicked me whining and sweating over the edge of my orgasmic eruption. For the second time that late afternoon I reached between my legs and fingered the puffy, swollen, aching lips of my cum-dripping slit. I coated my fingers in the juices of our coming, and I even licked at the mixture on my skin. It was sweet and tangy, and it made me want more than anything else to have his cock discharge in my mouth so I could taste the full flavor of his male fluid.

He took a nap after that second fuck – at his age, I guess people need all the sleep they can get and I'd given him a hell of a workout with my tireless, hungry body, so I went out and called Mom. I told her I'd gone to see the new Jack Nicholson movie – there's always a new Jack Nicholson movie – and had fallen asleep in the theater and missed my bus. She believed me, of course, because Eve always been truthful, and when I went back into the bedroom I got the reward of my deception. B.E. was sitting up, awake, nursing both a hard-on and a fresh glass of Canadian Club. I suppose he really was an alcoholic, not at all the kind of guy I'd want to get serious about, but he was like a dream come true when it came to teaching me how to ball and be balled.

This time nothing would do me but learning to give a blow job. Jill had apparently taken to it like a duck to water, but that fun time with Rocky, when he'd stuck his dick in my mouth and suddenly gushed cum all over my tongue and lips, had been a real turnoff for me. However, sucking cock was something any sensuous woman had to know about, and I was eager to learn.

"Don't just suck it," he said. "Lick it, too. Up and down, from the tip to the base and back again. That's better. Now, let it go for a minute – just let it lie along your cheek, because I like to feel your skin close to mine. And use your lips and tongue on my balls. Right! Suck them, too! Are you sure you're not just putting on an old man? I think you've done this before."

I hadn't, really, but I'd read a few sex novels and seen some dirty pictures at school, so I had a little bit of knowledge to draw on. Of course, the knowledge was all empirical, but it was a pleasant surprise to discover how well the theory worked when I put it into practice on B.E.'s rod.

I licked a long time on him, so long, in fact, that I almost forgot about sucking him. His prong still had flavorful overtones of our two shared orgasms lingering on the flesh, and I tasted them with growing delight. Cum had started to dry under the sharp-edged rim of his glans, but my spit made it liquid again, and my tongue tingled as I sopped up what would otherwise have been wasted.

I used my hands on him while I sucked his testicles, just plying the tip to make sure he stayed good and hard all the way down. Maybe I was born to be a cocksucker. I certainly took to the sport once I had a chance to do it right, and B.E. moaned now and then in real pleasure. He wasn't the kind of man who'd make me think I was doing a good job when I wasn't, and the guttural hums that came from his mouth were like music to my ears. I rocked his sac in the loose cuddle of my mouth, so that his stones kinda rolled inside, and he swayed tremulously when I did it. Chalk up one for Didi, I thought.

Like I've told you already, he wasn't enormous in the size department. Rocky's cock was a lot bigger in length and thickness, but the poor jock didn't know what to do with it, while B.E. had already fucked me to two moaning, screaming orgasms in a row. And anyway, when I got him in my mouth, he seemed very big, filling me delightfully. Once or twice I even thought I'd choke on his meat, but always I sucked it and rolled my tongue inside my mouth as he let me control the penetration and depth of attack. It was a nice way to learn about cock eating.

"You're getting better," he said, his voice a little strained. I could tell I was getting to him as well as improving, so I decided to make it just a little bit sweeter for both of us.

I took his cock out of my mouth and rubbed the wet shaft lovingly on my face, till my cheeks and lips and chin and nose were coated with the spit I'd liberally applied to him. Back and forth went his knob, rubbing across my lips, till the friction almost drove me batty. My thumb was on one of the big veins in his dong, and I could feel his pulse stepping up as I did it, so I knew that he enjoyed it, too.

Well, why shouldn't he enjoy it? Like he said, he was twenty years older than I am – thirty-four or thirty-five, I think it was – and when you get to be that old, I guess you don't get to fuck very much. And how often does an old guy get the chance to initiate a hot-blooded, willing, nubile thing like me? God, I hated the thought of growing old! It seemed that this was the very prime of my life and that I'd already wasted too much of it.

Back into my mouth he went, after I'd rubbed him and licked him and kissed the vertical cum-slit at his tip until it bubbled with a stray drop of thick cream. That startled me when it happened, for I thought surely he was going to gush in my face prematurely and spoil the whole lesson. But he didn't. He groaned, and his stomach pulled in, and I saw his chest muscles tense up, but he held onto himself. All the better for me. I licked up that first dab of jism, and it was delicious, and then I pulled him into me for the third act. When he cable out of my mouth this time he'd come out shriveled and shrunken, and his cum would no longer be boiling inside his balls – it would be slithering down my throat and into my tummy.

B.E. was sitting with his back braced against the headboard of the bed and I lay across his loins. I used my hands on his stomach and legs as I sucked up and down, and one finger rimmed his navel while another began, lingeringly, to find its way to the underside of his nuts and into the crack of his ass. No one had ever told me that would please a man as much as it pleased B.E. When my fingertip brushed him on the asshole, a tremor seemed to shoot through his body – a tremor that rippled through his cock where my mouth held it upright, and for a second I thought that he was again ready to orgasm prematurely.

But I was selling the man short. He didn't come. If anything, he seemed to harden a bit more, and to engorge even more in the clutch of my lips, and I started to move again with slow, teasing passes of my head.

I did it to him that way, with tantalizing slowness, like a whore getting paid by the hour, and sometimes he swayed and sighed under my ministrations, and occasionally his hands stroked gently up and down my spine, tailing lower and lower till a finger disappeared into my anal crevice. He'd rub me there, only reminding me that I'd promised him my anal cherry, because I wanted to do it all with him. The touch of his fingertip on my asshole was almost electric; the very thought of his cock ramming into my butt was enough to make my pussy cream and I worked a little harder on his dick.

Too hard, as it turned out. My sucking became faster, more inventive with each passing second. I brought my hand down from his stomach, fingers sliding through his pubic hairs, and I linked fingers around the base of his prick. At the same time my other hand got more energetic in the crack of his ass, and I was giving it to him with three organs at once. B.E.'s cock shuddered in the midst of one of my up-down head swoops, and then he grabbed me by the head and, instead of me sucking him, he began to fuck me in the mouth. His body rammed up against me, so that an incredible amount of his dick vanished into my mouth, all the way to my throat, and I just sucked. It was the only response I could make. His hands and pecker held me a willing prisoner.