Mack Tavish - Student_s Bedroom Demonstration

Fondling, tenderly squeezing his balls, she captured the soaring cockhead between her lips once again and ran the moist embrace of her mouth down the pulsing-veined shaft.

It went a little deeper this time. Somehow her throat seemed to open before the invading head, and for a peculiarly triumphant moment she felt it slipping past the barrier, before she thought about what she was doing and reflex took over, and she had to pull back again, choking slightly.

This time, before she enclosed the weapon with her lips again, she ran her tongue voluptuously all around the head, discovering its shape, the little cleft below where her tongue tip naturally lingered, bringing a whine and shudder of response from Willy. She explored the tip, too, poking her tongue at the little slit, then boldly thrusting inside for a fraction of an inch, bringing the bland honey welling forth.

His balls seemed to writhe in her hands as she sank her lips down towards the base of his shaft once again. His hips gave a convulsive thrust, forcing his cockhead past those throat barriers, and she could endure it better this time. He thrust again, and then she had to pull away for breath.

And again she plunged back down, and took his thrusts, and again, and all the time the tension in her belly was racking her nerves, and the slimy sweat in her crotch ran faster and faster, and made her itch, so that she wished she had a free hand to scratch herself.

Not that she would, of course, with them watching…

Would she?

As from a great distance, she heard Jerry's high-pitched voice excitedly exclaiming:

"Jeeze, look at her go! Look how she's eatin' that thing! That's what I want next time-how 'bout you, Ted, huh? You wanna feel them juicy lips of hers wrapped round your dong? How 'bout you, Jake? Jeeze, her tits were terrific, but I bet her mouth is the livin' end!"

It was almost like the background cheering of the crowd of fans during a football game…

Willy's pubic hair scraped coarsely against her lips and chin as she absorbed the last pulsating inch into the velvety-warm depths of her throat. The musky smell of him filled her nostrils, a sexual incense.

"All the way down, teach!" he gasped blissfully. "Christ, that feels so fuckin' good! Suck it, baby eat it good… ah, jesus!"

She slid her lips slowly back, releasing the steel-hard weapon fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch at a time, gasping slightly for the breath she had scarcely realized she needed, until once again only the mushroom head remained in the warm cavern formed by her mouth. And again she swirled her tongue around over the satiny skin, and probed with her tonguetip into to little oozing slit to taste the bland freshet of juice that welled forth to her summons.

So strong, the shaft that throbbed and made tiny movements as the blood pulsed through it, and the sensations she gave the head with her tantalizing tongue made the nerves jump with little tingles of excitement. (Strange the little nerve spasms that shot through her belly and down into her crotch, as though in sympathy, increasing the itching, the sweating, until she felt she could not bear it a moment longer, that she had to do something to relieve it.) She glimpsed her breasts, nipples tight and hard, and she suddenly became aware that they were almost painful in their angry tautness.

Tension…

Fear…

"How 'bout kissin' my balls a little, baby," Willy commanded breathlessly.

Obediently she let the cockhead free, and it slapped up against his belly, almost reaching his navel. He spread his thighs wider, and she nuzzled the hanging weights in their crinkle-skinned, hair-be-spattered sack, finding again that sexual incense, that rich, musky fragrance.

They seemed to heave responsively, churning beneath the caresses of her tongue. Tenderly she mouthed them for almost a minute, then licked her way back along veins engorged nearly to the point of bursting to the eagerly waiting mushroom-head that pulsed in the air.

Once again she let it slide between her moist, hot lips, pressing ft with her tongue and the linings of her cheeks. His breath was rasping with almost intolerable arousal, and his hands started to roam over her naked back and shoulders.

His touch sent a whole new wave of shudders through her belly, and she felt lightheaded, as though she would faint. Then one hand worked down and around and grasped one of her breasts, the palm closing over her straining nipple and rubbing it around in a circular motion that was just too much for her to take.

She pushed his hand away convulsively, and to her surprise he made no protest, but caught the back of her head in both hands and pressed, urging her downward, to take his full length back into her throaty cavern.

His choppy breathing grew harsher and faster than ever, and she realized that he must be about to come. He was going to shoot that slimy stuff into her mouth this time, and- She lashed at the broad head with her tongue as it slid in and out between her lips, almost pulling free, then plunging back into the furthest recesses it could reach. She started to work her own head back and forth, tightening her lips so that he had trouble getting through them, and suddenly she felt his body stiffen, and his fingers grabbed her shoulders and dug in painfully. His breath exploded into a series of gasping grunts, and her mouth was suddenly full of salty, slightly bitter fluid that she found herself gulping down, almost hungrily, until his cock was drained and empty.

He slumped back in his chair, his softening prick slipping from her mouth and keeling over onto his thigh.

She sat back on her heels, feeling weak and slightly nauseated now that it was over.

"Oh man," Willy gasped, groping for a handkerchief and wiping sweat from his face, "that was one hell of a blowjob for a virgin, teach! You sure you ain't never done that before?"

She shook her head.

"So now how about thankin' him for the privilege?" came Jalce's steely voice.

She turned her head and looked at him, at his cruel gray eyes that fixed her own like a snake…

She turned back to Willy.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"What for?" Jake's voice pursued relentlessly. "For letting me suck your cock," she added meekly. "Pleasure, teach," he leered exhaustedly. "Give you a lot more chances at it, too."

"Okay, knock it off," Jake said. "Get up and come over here, cunt, and let's take a look at you."

Slowly she rose to her feet, her legs cramped from kneeling, and went across the room to stand beside his chair. He looked at her coolly, cold gray eyes raking over her flushed face, her disordered hair lying in golden tresses about her shoulders, her high, firm, naked breasts, whose milky flesh was enhanced by the rosy circles of her now relaxed nipples. Her nude upper half was in lascivious contrast to her somewhat crumpled but still concealing skirt and stockings and shoes.

He said:

"Lift your skirt up. Let's get a look at your legs all the way."

Reluctantly she gathered the material of her skirt in her fingers and tugged upwards. It slid up over the nylon of her stockings with a whisper of electricity, and cleared their tops, exposing the tabs of her garterbelt and the creamy skin of her well-shaped upper thighs.

She stopped while her panties were still concealed, and stood meekly while his eyes appraised her legs, and flickered up to her breasts, and then to her face, and down to her legs again.

After what she had been through with Willy, she could scarcely have believed herself capable of blushing again just through being looked at, but blush she did, the angry blood staining her face and neck and creeping down to her breasts. There was something about Jake…

"Put your feet apart," he ordered.