Heather Brown - Blow girl

With my free hand I began to massage my tits, paying particular attention to my nipples which astounded me with their sensitivity and hardness. As I continued to finger my cunt I could feel a shudder spread through my body and I quickly came. After that there were many more dreams capped off with frantic masturbation, sometimes even using pieces of fruit to penetrate my hungry cunt.

Meanwhile, after I was living in the physical therapy unit and masturbating almost nightly, Tom started pressing me to deepen our friendship. I continued to make jokes and to avoid going any further. I had a good time with him, but I didn't let him get close to me. For weeks he took it like a good sport. And then, finally, one afternoon as we sat alone together he leaned over and kissed me.

"Please don't do that," I said.

Suddenly his face flushed and he said, almost angrily, "What h waste. You're beautiful. You look like you were made for love; but I swear you're made out of ice. I don't even know why I want to kiss you. It would probably be wasted emotion."

I don't know why, but when he said that I felt like my sex appeal was being challenged, the one thing I had always depended on. I was confused, and felt uncertain of myself. To mask my quandary I teased him, saying, "Want to bet?"

He looked at me, his anger suddenly gone. "Dinner's on me if you lose," he said.

"Where do we make the test?"

"Right here, Honeysuckle," he said, embracing me.

When he called me that a sensation of longing engulfed me. When we had originally met I had told him that was my name, but probably because it was unusual, he generally avoided calling me by name. Now when he said it under these circumstances, I felt that he understood me and could be trusted; that he cared for me as a human being. As he passionately kissed me, I returned the favor, our tongues darting into each other's mouths.

When we broke off the kiss for air, Tom led me to a secluded corner where he kissed me with even more passion. It had started out as a silly bet, something to be done in fun and games, but the first kiss had quickly ended all notions that we were playing, and now Tom was running his hands over my body as our lips met. My tits tingled under his touch, and without even thinking about the consequences, I welcomed the pressure of his leg which he thrust into my crotch, rubbing my cunt sensuously.

By the Tom ended the second kiss and nuzzled my ear, whispering, "I've never been so glad to lose a bet," all restraint was gone and I was anxious to go on.

It had been so long since I had been physically involved with another person that I had forgotten what it was actually like. I found myself overcome with excitement, almost as though it were the first time I'd ever made out with a boy. Tom heightened my stimulation by working his hands over my tits which were shielded only by a flimsy bra and a thin cotton blouse. Then he dropped an arm and brought his hand up under the folds of my skirt, cupping my sopping cunt through the drenched crotch of my panties, and I knew I was really hot and didn't want to turn back.

The other patients in the unit were off in therapy, or out in town on passes, so we were alone in the recreation room. We had moved over to a secluded, dark corner and our movements were shielded by a potted rubber tree plant that would conceal us if anyone should happen into the room. Still, if we were to do anything, we'd have to do it rapidly because if a whole group of people came in we'd be detected.

With this in mind, I quickly dropped to my knees and began frantically fooling with Tom's zipper, hungrily reaching through the folds of his pants and shorts for his cock. As my hands found it and wrapped around its shaft, I could feel that it was a big one and as hard as a rock. Pulling the cock out and wrapping my lips around it, it suddenly occurred to me that it had been about six months since I had even seen a man's cock, let alone sucked one. This served to motivate me to suck it harder, encircling his waist with my arms and pressing my hands against the soft flesh of his asscheeks in order to pull him toward my face so his cock would ram down my throat. Since time was a factor, I furiously slid my lips back and forth along his shaft, stopping at the top to tickle his cockhead with my tongue, and then plunging back down to the base and his balls, which I had now removed from his trousers and was massaging with my hand as I blew him.

Tom's moans were getting louder from my tantalizing sucking, and I knew I had to finish him off. before he made so much noise he attracted people from other parts of the building. I revolved my mouth, taking his burning prick in my mouth down to his pubic hair, and then sliding back again to the tip, then sucking it down again. I covered his cock with the circular up-and-down motion of my mouth, while my tongue caressed all of his prick I could reach. My handiwork soon netted results as I could feel his cock arch into a swelling curve inside my mouth and suddenly thrust halfway down my throat, shooting a spurting series of huge globs of scalding cum like an automatic rifle firing hot lead. I made sure I swallowed every drop of his jism so there would be no trace of what we had been up to.

When we were finished and Tom was putting his cock back into his pants, he said with genuine concern, "What about you, Honeysuckle? You gave me pleasure, but I wasn't able to do the same for you."

Oh, if only he knew what a thrill it was to suck a cock after so long, I thought, but kept it to myself. Besides, I was pleased that he was so concerned about my satisfaction, something that hadn't exactly been a usual quality in the self-centered men I had known. On the other hand, I wasn't sure whether my attraction to him was sincere, or the result of being starved for sex for so long, and I didn't want to encourage him until I was sure. So I responded to his concern with silence.

"Tonight," he said, "tonight. We'll get passes and go to that restaurant we were talking about, and then rent a room for a couple of hours. I promise you, you won't be sorry."

"No, we can't," I said. "The town's so small that there's only one hotel. Everybody would find out about it."

He chuckled softly. "What if they did? We're all grown up."

"No," I insisted, "I just don't think I could take that right now."

"Well, then, where and when?" he said urgently.

"I'm sorry," I begged off, "you'll have to let me think about it." I was putting that distance between us again and I knew it. But I had to be sure before I got involved with anyone again, even somebody as attractive as Tom.

That night, however, as I undressed for bed, I realized that he had gotten me very worked up when we were together, and the sight of my naked body before the mirror only served to heighten the warmth that was swimming in my body and the clenching sensation in my cunt. I couldn't restrain myself any longer. Sitting on the edge of the bed naked so that I could get a full picture of myself in the mirror, I spread my legs to get a complete view of ray throbbing pussy. I placed my fingers at each side of it and pulled back the lips, baring my moist, pink clit, and my gaping hole. I worked my fingers around the warm lips, feeling the sticky discharge of my cunt on my fingertips, the pleasure shooting through me.

The reflection in the mirror showed a basket of fruit on the nightstand, including a large banana. Quickly, I reached over and grabbed the long, curving yellow piece of fruit and began licking it for lubrication, sucking on it as I would a prick. Then I placed it between my legs watching the process in the mirror as I worked its head between my parted cuntlips and worked it inside of me. Rhythmically I worked it in and out of my cunt, using my free hand to rub my clit, teasing it, and flicking the stiff nub back and forth with my index finger until the feeling was almost too much to bear. When I was on the brink of orgasm, I shoved the banana all the way into my cunt and felt a blinding flash as I came to a shuddering climax.