Heather Brown - Blow girl

The symphony of carnal motion continued as our bodies brought each other to new heights of passion. When we reached the brink of orgasm, Jeff pulled his cock out of my cunt and moved it toward my sweating face. Quickly catching on, I engulfed it in my eager mouth, and grabbed it with my hand and started stroking his cock to finish the job. Immediately a flood of scalding cum drenched my teeth and tongue, filling the inside of my mouth. I gulped it down my throat in sheer bliss as his hand kneaded my clit to the point of explosion and I came with millions of sparks flashing in my head as the last glob of jism slid down my throat. If this was what marriage was going to be like, I was going to love it, I thought, as his wonderful prick started to grow limp in my mouth.

Our decision to get married was on a Friday, and by the next evening we were man and wife. Jeff told his parents he was going camping over the weekend. Margot was going to be out of town, so I didn't bother telling her anything. We left my apartment at ten o'clock in the morning and headed for the state line. As we sped toward our destiny, Jeff kept one hand on the wheel and the other stroking my thigh as I sat huddled up against him with my hand draped lovingly over his crotch.

To celebrate when we finally crossed the state line, I unzipped his pants and took out his cock, massaging tenderly as it quickly grew to full size. "What are you doing?" asked Jeff, as if he didn't

"Getting ready to celebrate crossing the state line by giving you your last jollies as a bachelor."

"But I'm driving. You'll make me run off the road," he said in mock protest.

"Not if you keep your eyes on the road while I'm sucking you," I said, lowering my mouth over his stiff cock and sliding my lips up and down his shaft. He came ten miles past the state line. I rolled his hot jism around in my mouth before I lovingly swallowed it, looking affectionately at my soon-to-be-husband as the last drop of cum slid down my throat.

When I was finished, I opened my purse and looked at myself in my compact mirror to see if I was presentable. "Oh, my God, Jeff!" I cried. "Stop at the next service station."

"Why?" he asked. "We don't need any gas. Do you have to go to the bathroom again? You just went a few miles back."

"No," I said. "Some of your… well, you know… your juice dribbled onto my blouse. I've got to clean it off. I can't get married with.. your stains all over my blouse."

"Well," he said cheerfully, "that's your something borrowed. All you need now is something new, old, and something blue."

"If you ask me," I giggled, "stains all over my blouse from sucking your cock is pretty blue." We both had a good laugh over that.

The ceremony by the justice of the peace was at two-thirty, and by eight-thirty we were back in my bedroom fucking for the first time as husband and wife. As Jeff's cock plunged into my cunt and I wrapped my legs around him, it occurred to me that fucking felt pretty much the same whether you were married or not.

We kept our marriage a secret until after Jeff's our parents.

First we told Margot. She was indifferent, perhaps relieved to hand her responsibility for me over to Jeff. His parents were heartsick. They kept shaking their heads and asking, "Why? You're just kids. Why did you throw your futures away?"

Of course they meant Jeff's future. He'd planned to go to college, then to law school. All I'd ever wanted to do was fall in love, many, and have children.

"We love each other," Jeff told his parents, but his face flamed with the unspoken truth-we'd wanted the right to fuck without guilt.

"What do you know about love?" his father retorted scornfully.

"We know," Jeff insisted.

"Love involves responsibility. How are you going to support her?"

"I've been offered a full-time job at the service station," Jeff said.

His father groaned, and his mother sarcastically said, "Will you work there the rest of your life? Jeff, what about your plans? You've wanted to be an attorney since you were a little boy."

Jeff looked a little sick for a moment. "Maybe I could still go to college," he said.

His father looked at him with shrewd, narrowed eyes. "You'd never make it," he said flatly. "College is no breeze and law school is not a picnic." He turned his back and walked away.

"Maybe we could help," his mother began hesitantly.

"No!" his father snapped. "If they're old enough to get married, they're old enough to be responsible for their own future.

"We'll pay your first month's rent," he said to us, "and give you grocery money for a week. After

Jeff and I were very quiet when we left jis parents' home. I wasn't afraid of our future, but Jeff's white face told me he was.

We found a furnished apartment above a double garage. I thought it Was darling, but it would take half of Jeff's take-home pay every month. Since it was the cheapest one we'd found, we took it.

That evening we moved our clothes and our few personal possessions into our new home. After putting everything away, we stood looking at each other. I was happy, but Jeff looked bewildered and somewhat unhappy.

I wanted him to be as happy as I was. I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my body close to his. "No more hunting a place to be alone," I whispered, my lips brushing his. "Now we can make love any time."

His mouth found mine, and as it did I could feel the stirring of his cock against my cunt. Moments later we were tangled in each other's arms on the bed, with his cock pounding away inside me.

I was happy for a couple of months, and Jeff, at least, tried to put up a facade of contentment. Then Jeff became quiet and moody. He still liked to make love, but not as often. Frequently, when we embraced, I noticed that the bulge between his legs that had been such an automatic response before we were married didn't occur. He began to pick quarrels-he didn't like the way I cooked even though he ate every bite I put on his plate. He didn't like the way I dressed, walked, talked. His criticism bewildered me. I wasn't any different from before.

One night, after we'd been quarreling over an hour, I said I was sorry and tried to kiss him. He pulled away, shouting, "Is sex all you ever think about? Do you think it's all I, need?" trembling, my voice thick with tears.

Suddenly his anger disappeared, and he groaned, "I'm sorry, but this is no good. You know that, too. We shouldn't have gotten married. We were too young."

I nearly choked with misery. "What do you want to do?" I asked in a whisper.

"I don't know," he said wearily. "I just know we were wrong. We should have never gotten married."

Well, maybe Jeff didn't know what to do, but his parents did. Apparently, he'd talked to them while I thought he was at work, because the next afternoon they came by to see me.

They were ill-at-ease, and I sensed it. I made coffee for them, not knowing what was behind their visit. At last, Jeff's father said quietly, "Jeff came to see us this morning. He said that he-that both of you realized you'd made a mistake."

My cup was halfway to my mouth. I had to set it down. I lowered my eyes so they couldn't see the sudden tears that filled them. Jeff had gone to them to get advice on how to get rid of me!

"An annulment is the best answer," his father went on, his voice gaining purpose. "That way, you both can pick up the pieces of your lives. Jeff can enter the university next month as he'd planned Of course, we'll help you until you decide what you want to do. And we'll see to the legal part,

The tears spilled over my lids. His mother reached out and touched my hand. "Don't cry, dear. You and Jeff aren't the first teenagers to make this kind of mistake."

"Would you mind leaving now?" I said, my voice strained. "You're a beautiful young woman, and you-"