fine velvet pattern. The skin of the shaft was smoother, but rippled more. The tiny slit at the tip seemed to smirk at her. She touched his prick delicately, and a shimmering, shining drop of crystal clear fluid appeared in the slit as if by magic. It had the warm, musky smell that excited her so much.
She sucked in her breath with surprise when he touched her, probed her shining inner folds with his finger. She felt her vagina flood from the stimulation. She curled her fingers around his phallus and squeezed it. Another thick clear drop oozed out and slid heavily down the curve of his glands. She touched it with her finger, then smeared it into a shining layer all over the head of his cock. It made his phallus look shiny and even more luscious and inviting than it had before.
She licked her lips. Her heart was hammering very hard as she thought about what she was going to do. Her mouth watered at the smell of his oozings.
A cocksucker. She was going to be a cocksucker. She was going to suck his cock. Just the word made her pussy drool with excitement. Her cunt was watering almost as much as her mouth was at the idea of taking that tower of meat between her lips and drawing the thick cum out of it.
She opened her mouth. She closed her eyes and eased her head forward, using touch only to guide his cock to her mouth. She felt the heat of it against lips. It was titanic. She had to open her mouth still wider. She managed to keep from more than barely brushing the round knob of its head until it was well into her mouth. She exhaled a hot draft that swirled around the nerve-loaded tip of his prick.
Then she closed her lips around it, and her mouth was filled with the wonderful taste of sex. It was like-like eating the biggest hot dog in the world, only better. This was five, quivering, oozing flesh. She pressed her tongue against the soft, rubbery, velvety, curving head. Then she traced the groove behind it with the tip of her tongue. She found the slit and wiggled the point of her tongue into it, trying to drill out the little crater.
'Holy shit!' Mike gasped. His fingers jabbed painfully into her crotch.
Cookie backed away from his phallus and looked at it. It was shining with her spit now. Then she looked down to Mike's face. It was half a foot away from her wide open crotch.
'Liked that, huh?'
'God, yeah. What'd you do, anyway?'
'Just this,' she answered, demonstrating, wedging her tongue into the little slit again.
'Don't stop,' he groaned.
'Why not?' she teased.
'Christ, you don't know what that does to me. I'm gonna cum right in your mouth.'
'Isn't that what cocksucking is all about?'
'Yeah,' he admitted. 'I guess it is.'
'How do you think I'd taste?' she asked.
'You mean-there?' He pointed at her pussy.
'Of course, dummy.'
'I-I don't know.'
'You want me to suck your cock?'
'Uh huh,' he acknowledged reluctantly, seeing where she was headed.
'You want it bad enough to-eat my pussy?' she asked.
'You mean-uh-sixty-nine?'
'I don't know what that means. What I mean is, I'll suck your cock if you'll eat my pussy-push your tongue into me, suck on my clit.'
'That's sixty-nine,' Mike explained. 'When you write sixty-nine, the tails of the two numbers sort of mesh.'
'Well, will you do it?' Cookie asked, not caring about his explanation in the slightest.
'I-I don't know.'
'Chicken!' she snorted. 'I've already taken your cock in my mouth. All you've done is poke at me with your big hammy fingers.'
'I-don't think I can get my tongue in your hole. It's too small,' he said lamely. He inspected her more closely. 'There's a sort of a membrane or something that closes it off.'
'Jesus! That's because I'm a virgin, stupid,' she snorted. 'That's my hymen. Haven't you ever heard of that?'
'Uh, yeah, but I didn't know what it looked like,' Mike answered.
'The real good part for me is my clit anyway.'
'Where's that?' he asked.
'It's up near the top, sort of a bump,' she explained. 'I've been doing some exploring on my own. It hides under a flap of skin.'
'You mean here?' he asked, jabbing it.
'Yeeeaahhhh!' she screamed as a fiery explosion swept through her.
'Oh.'
'Well, my God, are you going to, or aren't you?' she demanded, totally exasperated. She was supposed to be a shy, blushing virgin, but he was driving her nuts with his reluctance. 'I did wash myself this morning,' she assured him. 'I'm clean.'
'All right, all right,' he snapped, stung.
'You'll do it?' Her guts knotted into a hard ball of excitement
'I-I'll do it if you promise to suck my cock and swallow my cum.'
She didn't bother to answer, or to tell him that she wanted to. Instead, she licked the head of his cock, and pushed her face forward on it taking the huge tower into her mouth and sucking on it. His exploring touch on her pussy sent her lust boiling again. Then she felt hot air touch her slippery folds, and her belly heaved with excitement
She pushed her head forward, driving his cock to the back of her mouth, feeling it squash her tongue flat with its bulk. The head of it pressed her soft palate, then the back of her tongue, and she fought the urge to gag. The touch of Mike's tongue on her clit cured the gagging reflex and she drew on the hot tower of meat scrubbed it with her tongue, squeezed it against the roof of her mouth.
Inches in front of her face, blurred by the closeness, were his heavy, freckled, hairy thighs. Even with her nose was the dark, wrinkled sack of his balls. A few long curling red hairs sprouted from pimple-like follicles. Closing her eyes, with her hand she measured the amount of cock outside her mouth. She was amazed to discover that while it felt like she had most of it in her, at least half of it still separated her lips from his pubic bush.
The fire in her guts from his tongue in her dripping pussy grew and grew. She moved her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. She tried to duplicate with her mouth the pumping motion he had shown her that night in the car when she was doing him with her hands. She felt the skin of his prick slipping over the hard, rippled inner column of blood-inflated meat. The ridge on the underside of his phallus was against her upper lip. It was more yielding than the top and sides of the shaft. The glands was softer still. She pressed and molded it with her tongue, squeezing it against her hard palate.
'Ow! Watch your teeth!' Mike snarled.
She backed away and apologized, took a deep breath, and returned to her task. Covering her teeth with her lips made it harder. She eased his stiff, throbbing penis into her mouth, letting it wedge her open until her jaw was aching from the distension. Changing the angle of her head eased that, and she fucked her head back and forth, back and forth. She kept her tongue pressed hard against his phallus, so the head was squeezed up against the roof of her mouth. She also pinched it with her lip-covered teeth.
Mike's lips closed on her clitoris, and Cookie's hips heaved. She tightened her thighs around his head. One was under his head like a pillow. The other one clamped down on him from above, scissoring his skull between her soft thighs. Her pelvis worked, squirmed on his face. If he minded being suffocated in her pussy, there was no sign of it. She could even feel his nose pressing into her steamy folds. His breath blubbered in her cunt as his jaw worked and his lips sucked on her clit. Searing waves of flame were rippling through her.
She rammed her head down on his cock, harder and harder, ramming it to the back of her mouth so hard it hurt. She sucked, trying to draw blood and fluid out of his guts. She pinched his meat between her jaws. When she drew her head back, she pinched harder, trying to squeeze the fluid out the slitted tip. She had learned how hard to do it without hurting him. Every backward move of her head pressed a hot, salty flood into her mouth.
