'What? What did you say?'
'Nothin. Just that I'm glad you wanted me like this?' She offered her mouth to him. Roger took it, plunging his tongue between her teeth. Sheri sucked at it ravenously and the older man trembled with excitement. She was sure he'd never seen a girl so young that knew how to do things like that. She was proud of herself for learning so fast.
Roger managed to slide the last inch of his cock into her body. She felt all pushed around inside… all full of hot meat. She tilted her hips and felt his tip poke against the inside of her abdomen. Sheri was as surprised as Roger. She hadn't thought that she would be able to take every last inch of that huge shaft. But she had! And she still didn't feel anything pushing against the end of her tube.
'Sooo deep,' she gasped, tossing her hair as he kind her. 'You're really, really deep… I can't believe how, deep it is.'
He pushed her thick hair back from an ear and started to lick and nibble the sensitive flesh. Sheri shuddered as his tongue poked into the tiny hole. His spit crackled and made her hug her arms around the small of his back. She was starting to pant like a dog.
'Yesssss! Ohhhh yesss!'
'Can you feel me way inside?' Roger whispered.
'Oh God yes!' She moved her trim ass, to tighten the slick folds inside her body. Roger closed his eyes and held his breath. She knew he could feel what her slippery surfaces were doing to that swollen knob at the tip of his cock. She moved again, concentrating on the exact angle that would do it right. Her concentration seemed to be working. Roger's mouth went slack and he sucked a quick breath as her muscles constricted around the base of his cock and then tightened all the way up into her body. At last she was squeezing that delicate barb again, rubbing her velvety slickness against it as she plunged her hips up and down.
She felt confident of her ability to please a man. A real grown-up man. And she wasn't the least bit shy about the realities of the situation. When she sensed that Roger's breathing was becoming more labored, she kissed him then whispered against his ear.
'If you're gonna come, why don't you let me put on a rubber for you. I got one.' He looked at her with amazement.
'God, I can't believe you…'
'Hurry, I think I can feel it about to go off.'
And she could. She could feel the swollen head pulling with each beat of Roger's heart. It was close to spurting hot cream deep into her body.
It was the one thing she knew she had to be careful about. Something like that could end a girl's fun pretty quick.
Roger cased his cock from her hole. As it came free of the tightened muscles around the opening of her pussy, Sheri trembled with the itchy goodness of it all. She was close to coming herself. She limped to the bush where she'd thrown her dress. But when she'd dug the foil packet from the pocket and turned, Roger was hopping on one leg, trying to get the other one in his jeans.
'Roger…' She ran to him.
'We can't do this, Sheri. I'll tell you why…' He groaned. 'Don't do that… baby, please don't touch me.'
Sheri wasn't about to give up now. She had his juice-drenched dick in her hands. She worked the foreskin down over his tip and back again. She was on her knees before him and kissed the fronts of his thighs. Roger's fingers loosened on his pants. They slipped down to his ankle.
'No, Sheri. I can't let this happen. I can't let it go on. Don't you see? Don't you know the truth?' Sheri didn't care about anything but the hunger that gnawed inside her. It was a fever, an insatiable hunger. The more she fucked, the more she wanted to fuck. And here before her was a lovely, hard prick. She couldn't let it go to waste. In her furious desire to keep Roger's interest, she began to lick the underside of his shaft. She ran her tongue daringly under the loose foreskin. As its soft-rough surface sanded the swollen lobes under his tip, Roger's knees shook. He liked it! She could hold him that way for sure!
'It's so pretty,' she whimpered, 'your cock… I love your cock.' And then Sheri let her lips slip wetly around the streamlined shape. She let Roger's cock enter her mouth with agonizing slowness. He had stopped breathing now. He'd forgotten about getting his jeans on, too. She worked her tongue very slowly across the feverish head. She made circles, then troughed it so she could plunge ft way back. When she really stretched she could almost reach his balls. More cock inched into her mouth. She told herself that she wouldn't gag. If it would please Roger, she had to keep from choking. More cock slid between her teeth. It was more than she'd ever had in her mouth now. And she was taking it.
'Sheri… don't… God in heaven, don't!'
'Mmmmmnmm,' she cooed, digging the point of her tongue into the hot spot between his cock's lobes. Roger's body jerked. Again his knees wobbled and he thrust his fingers in her blonde hair. She breathed noisily through her flared nostrils. She hooked her hands around the backs of her thighs so she could slide back and forth on the steaming chunk of meat that she was feasting on. Little by little she'd forced it into her throat and now she found she could swallow with the thing jammed back there. She could swallow without gagging. And everytime she swallowed, her throat closed down around the slick head.
'Shereeeee! Damn!'
She went on smacking and sucking, the saliva dripping from her chin. Roger lurched once as if he was trying to jerk his prick away from her hungry mouth. But she had a firm grip of his thighs and she was dragged along with him, her tongue never losing a beat.
Roger leaned heavily against the fender of his Lincoln. Sheri felt really strange. Like she'd become something wild, some crazed animal who'd latched onto this man to suck his juices. And she knew of course that in a few seconds it would happen.
But she clung fast to Roger's body, her head bobbing, her lips hot and wet around the shiny shaft. She'd long ago licked off all her own juices. But her mouth welled with spit. It dripped into the grass between Roger's feet. Her chin was shiny with it and so were her breasts.
'Stop… Sheri… God damn it!'
'Mm mmmmnnnnooo,' she moaned through her nose. The tip of his cock was very, very taut now. And it had swollen suddenly much larger. She caressed it lovingly with her tongue, teasing his approaching come until it hung there like a bomb.
'Uhhhhh,' Roger groaned, his fingers tightening in her blonde hair. Very slowly, Sheri sucked his bursting glans with the flat of her tongue. And it happened. She went dizzy as a frothing flood of cream rolled out of the tiny slit. The next surge was jetted powerfully against the roof of her mouth. She took him quickly to the back of her throat, suppressed her urge to gag and then began to swallow.
Roger let out a cry of excitement and sank to his knees in the long grass. Sheri went with him, careful to keep her lips tightly clamped at the base of his cock. The sound of her gulping down his stringy sap excited her too. She dug a finger into her slit and began to rub her clit furiously. The stuff was really coming fast now. She couldn't possibly wolf it all down in time. A whitish dribble poured from one nostril.
'Sheri… you… you… didn't stop, God damn!'
He was on his back now, legs spread wide. She hunkered over him, devouring every droplet she could swallow, letting the rest spurt from the corners of her mouth. He pumped his hips and dug his heels at the ground. She sat between his knees, bent over to nurse and suck the wondrous cock that was spouting hot curds of jizz in to her throat. Sheri was proud. She'd done it! She'd sucked a grown man dry. She'd given somebody good head, is Annie said. She was a real woman now.
'Get dressed,' Roger said. He sounded mad as hell. Sheri opened her eyes. She'd been drowsing in the grass, almost asleep. As soon as she'd milked Roger dry, she'd cuddled down next to him and tickled her clit until a small but nice orgasm had trembled through her young body. She had been hoping that when he rested a little, he'd want to put on the rubber and really take care of her. She thought she deserved a little attention after what she'd done for him. But now this anger. She scrambled up, confused and hurt.
'What's wrong, Roger?' She took his hand but the older man shook it off.
'I said to get dressed, damn it. I'm taking you home.'
Roger hardly spoke to her on the way home. She pouted by the window. She felt close to team. She'd been so confident, so happy that she knew the ropes. And now she was more confused than ever. What reason did he
