As his provocative tongue swirled over the interior of her mouth inciting all sorts of delightful sensations, she was creating more than a few thrills herself. Her playful hand still rested at his crotch. However, her fingers no longer brushed over that rising length, but rubbed hungrily. The stiff club still concealed in his pants strained painfully against the fabric in an attempt to free itself.
If that zealous hand were not enough to have his balls cartwheeling around in their sacs, her Ups and tongue abruptly clamped down around his tongue. Her action was tender and light, but she held his oral digit firmly. He realized she had no intention of giving it up until she was ready.
Then she sucked. Hard and fiercely, she sucked at his tongue, as if she were set on pulling it off at the roots. Her own tongue whipped and twirled around his, while her rubbing hand increased the pressure of its strokes.
The strange intensity of her kiss was far from unpleasant. In fact, it was highly arousing. However, he felt as if he were missing something, as if she were trying to tell him something and he was missing the point.
His hands slid from her back, inching toward the alluring bulges of her tits. Suddenly, in an action that surprised and confused him, her mouth released his tongue and her hand grasped his wrists.
A glowing fire of lust burned deeply within those blue eyes as she gazed up at him, 'Just relax, baby. Tonight, I've got something special for you.'
Something special? He didn't understand, but he offered no objections as she eased him back on the sofa. Her fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt free.
Pulling his shirt open to expose his chest, leaned down and captured one or his pebble-like nipples, licking and sucking. Meanwhile, here hands continued downward. First, the snap to his jeans popped, then there was a metallic hiss she eased the zipper down its jagged-tooth path.
Her fingers climbed back to his waist and tucked beneath the top of his pants and the elastic band of his jockey shorts. She tugged down a bit, trying to drag them down, but with little success. He lifted his ass from the couch and she pulled again. This time shorts and jeans slid down bunching around his knees.
He kicked off the sandals he wore and began to work the pants off with his toes. The blonde bombshell sucking at his nipple suddenly slipped her lips from that tingling bit of flesh.
'No, leave them on,' she shook her head. 'As much as I regret it, we don't have time to make love tonight. It won't be long until one of our stoned friends in there starts wandering through the house. And with you, a quickie just won't do.'
She paused, that impish gleam of wickedness flashing back into her eyes. 'Would you mind this?'
Her full sensuous lips parted and she let her tongue slip out. Glistening wetly, that pink tip slowly moved over her lips, slickening them.
The mere suggestion of what she had just offered almost caused him to lose the churning load of lust burning in his testicles. Would he mind it! He couldn't wait for it!!
Head, cocksucking, blowjob, or that fancy word for it he had read in one of those sex manuals smuggled from high school locker to locker-fellatio-he was ready for it. While he had never admitted it to anyone, even to his closest friends when they gathered to discuss the mysteries of sex, it was something he had never had. He had read about it, seen pictures and movies about it, but had never experienced the feel of a female mouth on his prick.
Some of the other guys had bragged about getting sucked off. But on more than one occasion, he had felt that was exactly all there was to their claims, brags! After all, the chicks in this town were almost as hung up about sex as their parents were. Mary and he had dated three months before she agreed to go to bed with him. Even then she had refused to touch him. If they, his friends, had received blowjobs, it had been from a whore during one of their stays in the city, while on a football trip. He had never bought a whore, even to get head. But that didn't mean he hadn't thought about it-thought about it a lot.
Now, without the slightest bit of hinting or urging on his part, this seductive little blonde was offering to go down on him. He didn't know what to say, how to answer her. So instead of words he reached down and pulled her to him once again. Her tongue darted into his mouth, rushing around for a few instants, then withdrawing. His tongue followed hers back into her mouth. She sucked it as she had done before. This time, he understood the hidden promises in that passionate kiss. She burrowed against him; her heavy breasts, still cradled within her blouse, rolled tauntingly over his chest. And her hands were lovingly caressing the throbbing shaft of cock that jutted from his naked crotch.
There was no protest as his hands slid from her back toward her chest this time. And that big knot tied at the front of her blouse was easy to undo, easier than those damn three-hook bras Mary used to wear. Just a bit of a tug and the knot came undone and Kari's breasts were free. He had never known the girl to wear a bra.
Pushing aside the fabric, he palmed the under side of those ripe swells with both his hands. He squeezed and molded their firm heaviness in his hand. His thumbs inched up the sleek slopes of her tits and rubbed over the stiff buttons of her nipples. She moaned with shivering delight, releasing the lusty hold she had on his tongue.
'Just lean back and I'll do the rest,' she smiled up at him, her hand lovingly stroking the rigid length of his cock.
He nodded, watching her slide from the sofa and kneel between his spread legs. She poised there a moment, her face turned to his. The moist pinkness of her tongue danced behind her parted lips. The fleshy melons of her tits jutted from her chest, topped by two lust-thickened mushrooms of a warm, coral pink.
Then her blue eyes rolled down to the needy-looking stalk of prick shafting up toward her face. Tenderly her fingers climbed along that length. As her fingertips reached the bulging crown of his glans, they lightly teased over the sensitive surface. An action that set off all sorts of hot sensations in his crotch.
Gripping that desire-laden rod at its base with a fist, she pulled him forward a bit. Her head tilted downward. Her lips parted. Long, pink and moist, her tongue flicked out and tapped at the smooth arrowhead of his engorged prick.
He groaned, loud and long. The feel of her was marvelous and spiced with the anticipation of countless dreams of this moment. Throbbing with a virile life, his cock pulsed and jerked in her hand. A coy smile danced at the corners of her mouth, while a clear, crystal drop of preseminal fluid oozed from the slitted mouth of his sex.
Her eyes moved back to his for a brief moment to make sure he watched her every movement, then dropped back to his prick. Again she eased forward, her tongue extending toward the knobby head of his cock. The tip, just the tip of that tongue, flicked at him, capturing that glistening drop of juice, then curled back into her mouth.
While he watched with lusty fascination, she savored his taste. Her throat bobbed a little and he realized she had swallowed down that small sample. Again a smugly pleased smile moved over her lips.
When her head tilted down to his cock for the third time, it was for more than just a sample. Her tongue licked out and washed over the aching surface of his glans. She bathed him in the moist warmth of her saliva, leaving that thick, plum-like crown glistening and wet.
Mesmerized by the big-titted blonde kneeling at his feet, his wide-eyed gaze focused on every minute movement of her tongue. He had dreamed and imagined this moment, but even in his wildest dreams it had never been like this-never been this good! So soft! So caressing! Her tongue was marvelous as it slithered down the swollen shaft of his cock, then licked back up his length.
As she topped him, that dexterous oral digit swirled and twirled over the aroused head of his prick once again. Now and then the taunting tip of her tongue probed at the pin-prick mouth of his manhood, as if she were intent on drilling into his love shaft.
When her tongue retreated into her mouth, her lips puckered. She leaned closer and tenderly kissed the throbbing glans of his desire. He moaned. his pelvis jerking with need, as the hot streams of her breath flowed down his cock and mingled through the forest of black hair at the base of his sex.
He felt her lips part and that teasing tongue-tip darting over him again. Wider her mouth opened, then still wider. Downward her lips pouted, slipping over the lust-filled glans, then drifting even lower. Her head stopped when at least a half of his thick column was hidden within her face.
New, fantastic sensations were bombarding his mind and body. Her mouth was so warm and moist, so soft and loving. Yet at the same time her tongue lashed around and around his pulsating circumference, inciting unbelievable thrills of heated lust. Even if she did nothing else, he knew it would be only a matter of moments before the steaming cream of his passions burst free from his balls.
