Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

"Pump your face up and down," he suggested. His legs were bent and he was pushing his middle up into my mouth. "Jerk me off with your mouth."

I began to pull back on the shaft of his cock. I felt the head dislodge from the back of my throat and slide down the curved wetness of my tongue. I tightened my lips to slow his withdrawal, feeling the big cock-head cushion itself against the back of my teeth. His cock felt incredibly hot in my mouth, and my lips and tongue burned under him. I pulled my tongue around to the head and inserted it into the slitted opening. There was a bubble of moisture there, and I flicked it back into my throat and swallowed it. Then I began to suck hard.

"Good, good," he moaned. He was enjoying the blow-job, and when he grasped my head in his hands, I felt him trembling. "Tickle the underside with your tongue."

I slid my tongue around and flicked it rapidly across the underside of his cock. The flesh was bunched together there, like a series of thin lines all joining a single point on his cock.

"Ohhhh! That's good. Move your tongue down a little… move it more to the head."

I moved my tongue and repeated the flicking movement. His thighs trembled and soon he shook my head in pleasure.

"Uhhhh! I'm going to come soon. Pump up and down now!"

I plunged my lips down his cock, sucking in my breath as it slid back into my mouth. My cheeks puffed out and my lips were drawn widely apart. I felt his knob again near the back of my throat. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, and when I could go down no farther, I jerked my head back and reversed the direction of my face. When I felt the head of his cock against my teeth, I repeated the downward plunge, moving faster this time until I had swallowed his rod another time. By now my mouth had learned the route, and it sucked up and down automatically – plunging and withdrawing, sucking and spitting, in and out until my face was a blur against his crotch and his cock was like a pump in my mouth.

"Good! Good!" he grunted, pumping his hips up into my face. His knees slammed into my tits as he arched himself in and out of my lips, my head bobbing against his cushion-like belly.

I began to jerk him off with my two hands, sliding them up and down the length of his cock, coordinating their movement with the plunge and withdrawal of my mouth. As I sank down with my mouth, my hand stroked downward and banged into his belly; when I pulled back, my fingers lightly slid up and pounded against my lips. The entire length of his cock was drenched with my saliva, and the organ felt slippery under my tightening fingers.

"Soon… ohhhhhh!" His back was bent like a bow and he was straining against me.

My body picked up the urgency of his excitement and my face slipped furiously up and down his cock while my two hands jerked up and down the rest of his tool. My tempo became frantic and my coordination went completely awry; I kept banging my lips with my wet fists until I thought my mouth must be bloody.

"Now!" Henry groaned, shoving his cock down my throat. "I'm coming now!"

It wasn't necessary to tell me; I knew. I could taste it. My mouth was filled with his cream; it was like a thick paste spread all over my tongue and teeth. My hot cheeks puffed out with the spewing torrent of wetness, and his cock trembled in my hands and continued to pump out more cum.

I swallowed in self-defense, to keep from drowning. Thick lumps of the jizz poured from the end of his cock like a hose, gushing down my throat. I could almost feel it splashing in my stomach.

I finally stopped pumping with my hands; they ached too much. They dropped from his cock and I continued to suck until nothing else came out. I cleaned my mouth of cum and licked the end of his cock clean. It was, finally deflated, but even in its flaccid state it was still gigantic.

"Enough," Henry said. He pulled his cock from my lips, but my mouth followed after his cock. He had to push me away from taking it into my mouth again.

"That was fantastic," he said. "I never had any better. You really like cum, don't you?"

I didn't know what to say. For a girl who'd never sucked cock before two weeks ago, I'd certainly come a long way.

"You'd better get up," he said, trying to pull me erect. He slipped both his hands under my armpits and lifted up. My body hardly moved.

"Come on," he whispered. "Before my wife comes in."

I moved my legs, staring hypnotically at the long lump of pink meat that dangled from his open zipper. My pants were very wet, my legs like rubber.

My God! I moved around slowly. Without realizing it, I had come in my pants! Come from just sucking on his cock.

There was a puddle in my panties, and with a shaking hand I took Henry Price's cock and kissed it reverently.

"Thank you," I mumbled as he pulled me up. "Thank you!"

Well, the rest is history, as the old saying goes. I was either a whore or a nymphomaniac. I had to face that fact almost immediately. I spent almost all the next week trying to cure whatever it was that had taken over my body. But it didn't work. The same old longings were there. I had to make a decision and I did. I cut my so-called "summer vacation" short, made a million excuses and headed back home. I thought if I got away from the memory of it all, everything would be all right.

But that didn't work either. It's October now, and I'm back in school. Or at least I'm supposed to be. I skip about three days a week of it, and my mother thinks I have an afternoon job down in Times Square. Well, in a way I do.

If you're ever on Forty-second Street, try the back rows of some of the dumpy old movie houses there. You'll probably find me there. Sucking a you-know-what, but getting a five-dollar bill in advance, that's for sure. That's part of the thrill for me, you see. Henry Price taught me that little extra dividend. Three or four tricks a day and I've got myself a hundred bucks a week. Needless to say I love my "work", and I'm saving my money. I have almost three hundred dollars now in an account my mother doesn't know a thing about. You see, there's this other girl in my school that loves sex just as much as I do. We have the same hang-up, you might say. Her father taught her pretty much the same things I learned from Gus and Henry and Bill and Jerry… and all the others. Her name is Terry and we're planning to take a shot at Hollywood soon. Terry says a girl can make a fortune out there doing what we're doing for peanuts.

Sorry? Not me! Once I was able to come to terms with the fact that I'm a born whore, the rest was easy.

And lovely!