Sheri Frick - Lust Against Her Will

He gasped as she began the licking, her tongue flickering wetly over the underside.

"And-and," he stammered, struggling to retain his self-control as he continued. "And kiss the head and tongue the little slit in the very tip. It doesn't hurt any to lean forward every now and then and lick my balls a little-especially if you do it very sloppy like."

He was unable to speak anymore as she progressed in-her experimentation.

She ran her fingers up one side and down the other, every now and then running the flat, rough underside of her tongue over the fleshy sack holding his balls.

Bob groaned and jerked with the pleasure of it, She was doing everything he'd ever wanted a real girl to do, all the things that only the women he -created in his fantasies had ever acquiesced in-and more, because Nickie seemed to be getting off on it all.

The way she was bent over, she was giving him an excellent angle on her beautiful, lithe little ass. The half moons of the cheeks were spread slightly apart from her position and between them, in the furrow, beads of perspiration were beginning to glisten. He caught sight of her tiny, dime-sized anus andI wonder what it would be like to stick my cock in that little opening?

Nickie was warming to her task-literally. Feeling the way Bob reacted to her ministrations, she became still more aroused. She felt a great sensation of power coursing through her veins.

She changed the angle of her leaning slightly, and her warm, soft, resilient breasts rubbed against his cock. Gingerly, she leaned still farther, bringing her hardened nipples up to graze over his dick. Then she began weaving, almost like a Persian dancer, from side to side. She hunched her shoulders and pressed the side of one sweet breast with her hand so that his thick cock rolled from side to side between them, dry-pressed between her breasts. Bob's reaction was most gratifying to her.

She began varying her tack, occasionally taking the glans of his penis into her mouth to suck and lick on it for a- brief moment before releasing it, darting her tongue lightly over it as the rigid prick sprang free.

Bob began making pitiful sounds, noises that became groaned pleas for her to take his prick into her mouth and suck on it.

But Nickie decided that if it was good to tease him a little, it would be great if she teased him a lot. And that was precisely what she did.

She taunted and tantalized him until he was nearly screaming with his need for release.

When she finally did pause and suck his cock into her hot mouth, plunging her pursed lips down on the huge, pulsating prick, she was unaware of just how effective her teasing had been. And few more moments and Bob was prepared to sit up, grab her, hurl her onto her back and cram his raging cock into her hot little box.

When her mouth closed on him, it was like an agony to Bob. The flaming heat of her breath seared at him while the poker flickings and thrusts of her tongue darted all over the head of his penis. He writhed beneath her touch like a man in the midst of torture-torture at the hands of experts.

His hips jerked up at her, the surprise of it at first catching her unawares. She almost gagged as that thick chunk of iron-hard flesh was rammed into the back of her throat, but as his heaves settled into a discernible rhythm that she could follow, she began to enjoy that sensation. Her head rifled up and down is her lips dragged over the velvet-clad steel of his stiff dick.

She couldn't take any more than three inches of that thick weapon in her mouth without gagging, but she compensated. She brought up her hand and with thumb and forefinger, she worked at the base of his cock, now and then letting her hand stray to lightly cup his heavy balls.

Bob reached down, catching her head between his shaking hands and let out a long, low groan.

"I'm going to come," growled Bob, obviously straining to speak. "You-you might not like the taste of my come in your mouth."

At the thought of Bob's hot juice flooding her mouth and bloating her cheeks, Nickie felt her own excitement heighten. Her only reply to his words was to accelerate the plunging suction-pump movements of her head over the shaft of his dick.

She kept this up for another minute or so-and then abruptly stopped. Nickie fastened her lips in the depressed ring of the flange just behind his glans and sucked on it with all her might, her cheeks concaving with the effort. She rasped at the delicate, sensitive flesh of the knob with the rough underside of her tongue, then prodded and teased at the little slit of his pee-hole. She prodded and teased at that most sensitive bit of flesh until Bob was nearly screaming with the sensation.

Bob began to heave his hips faster. Nickie grasped his cock with one hand and his hip with the other to keep from losing her oral grip on his dick. Her open eyes saw the rippling of a muscle at the juncture of his legs, beneath his hairy scrotum. She moved her hand from hip to that point and pressed her fingers on the powerfully contracting flesh. She knew that it was his come, working mightily through the long tube that emptied through his cock in to her, and that aroused her to the very brink of an orgasm of her own.

She braced herself, determined to suck and swallow all of his jissum. She remembered, vaguely, tales that her friends at school-the raunchier ones-had told her of how swallowing a man's come made your breasts get bigger.

He started to come in her mouth, great, gushing jets that Hooded into her, between her lips, bloating her cheeks despite her desperate swallowing. Sucking feverishly, she tried to milk all of his white frothy semen,

When Bob realized that she was actually swallowing his load, that she was actually drinking his come, his excitement redoubled. He arched himself, bowing up and away from the bed. Again and again he came, and the strength of his jolts was like a rupture as he satisfied her sucking lips and maddening tongue with all the load that he'd secreted in his virile young balls.

Despite the slightly sour taste of his come Nickie found the sensations of what she was doing incredibly exciting. When she realized the sheer decadence of her act, when she thought of how it would have looked to a hidden observer-the picture of herself bent over the strong young male, his thick, spasming cock trapped inside her mouth, her lips puckered as she sucked on him like his dick was a fleshy straw-her hips began jerking in response.

Bob saw the excited movements of her hips and ass, saw the swollen clit dearly erected between the folds of flesh around her slit-and he responded.

He reached out with his powerful hands and bodily lifted her hips so that when he lowered her, she had one pale, quivering young thigh on each side of his face and her cunt within an inch of his lips.

Grateful for her workings on him, hungry for the taste of her sweet little quim, he glued his mouth over her cunt and sucked and licked and tongued for all he was worth.

Nickie, already on the verge of coming herself, came over him like a flood. Hips writhing and spasming, she pressed her loins down, grinding her gash into his eagerly moving lips as she jerked again and again in response to the twin stimuli of his spurting cock and rapidly exploring tongue.

Completely drained by the abrupt power of her orgasm, Nickie let herself topple wearily to the bed beside the limp, inert form of her young mouthfucker. Drowsily, dimly aware that she mustn't sleep too long lest she be found out by her cousin or uncle, she let her eyes close for a moment and drifted almost instantly off into slumber.

She continued to sleep as Bob, concerned about the same things and even more fearful that Lisa would find him and be so pissed off that she'd cut him off from further enjoyment of her hot cunt, roused himself, dressed and slipped out of the big house.