"Oh God, baby, that feels so fucking good," the handsome football quarterback said. His voice was strained from his sexual tension. The muscles in his neck were tensed and bulged. They squeezed at his vocal cords and made his voice higher in pitch than usual. The boy's brow was creased. His facial features were contorting. He really did feel as if the head of his boner were about to explode from the tension building inside that mushroom-shaped glans.
"Glad you like it." Sally said, pulling her tongue away from the underside of his cock shaft only long enough to speak. She grinned at him cheerfully. Her baby blue eyes twinkled with her merriment. Yet it was clear that this was a very horny young lady. She was still panting and hushed with her passion. Tue heat and her lust had made beads of perspiration form in a straight line across her forehead – only a fraction of an inch above her golden eyebrows. "Am I doing okay for my first time?" she asked sweetly.
"You are doing beautifully. Keep it up. If you suck anything like you lick I can tell you are going to blast me into Seventh Heaven!!!" Marvin said. His face reflected his bliss and his anxiousness simultaneously. He was still gyrating his hips, but more slowly now. He didn't want the little girl to have trouble keeping her tongue and her lips where she wanted it. His whole body jerked as Sally began to flick the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly across the little fleshy patch below his glans – where the cock head split to make it resemble a ripe plum. Realizing that the handsome quarterback was very sensitive on this spot – hypersensitive, in fact – she lingered there, and flicked across the spot with her eager taster until all of the muscles in the boy's body had tensed to the point where he was trembling.
"You sure are hot," Sally said with a giggle. The little girl allowed the head of his cock to come away from his belly a bit. She moved the tip of her tongue to the glans. She rolled her tongue lazily over the mushroom-shaped cock head, covering the entire humongous purple acorn with a thin film of hot spittle. She continued to pump firmly at his swollen testicles with the cupped palm of her left hand. With her right hand she gripped the base of his masculinity pole. She found that her fingers only barely made it all the way around the shaft. She relaxed the muscles in her jaw. She allowed her mouth to fall gaping open. She squeezed firmly at his cock shaft at the base. Sally flicked the tip of her tongue across his piss hole. Marvin could not help but whimper desperately when the delicious blonde did that. He was begging her without words. The high-pitched sounds the high school jock was making were pleas for mercy. He was a wanton beast. He could think of nothing but the ache in his groin. His mind refused to think of anything but his deep need for an orgasm.
Sally then placed her mouth over the head of his cock. She had her mouth open very far – and still his purple glans pulled back at the corners of her lips.
Sally wrapped her writhing lips firmly around the ring of scar tissue at the base of his cock head and began to suck as hard as she could.
She made sloppy sucking sounds with her mouth, and kept her tongue as busy as she could – but most of the time her aroused taster was hopelessly pinned to the bottom of her mouth.
The little girl found it difficult to swallow, and did nothing to stop herself when she felt herself beginning to drool. She knew her spittle would make her caresses slipperier – thus enhancing the handsome boy's pleasure.
Marvin was thrusting up and down with his hips frantically. It was clear that the boy wanted to ram his cock deep into her throat. Sally had read about girls who offered their throats to their men. Instead of giving blow jobs, these girls allowed their boyfriends to fuck their faces. They took throbbing cock meat deep into their gullets. Sally wondered if she had the courage to try it. She knew that it would hurt. She knew that it would make her gag. But she wanted to try. She wanted to be the best possible lover for Marvin – without allowing him to pop her you-know-what.
Sally moved so that her neck was straight. She knew that this would make the penetration of her throat more comfortable for both of them.
The little girl concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her throat. She thought about breathing exclusively through her nose. She could feel her oval-shaped nostrils flaring wildly.
Sally began to press down with her head and she could feel his massive glans pushing into her throat. Just as she had expected, she began to gag immediately.
The pretty little blonde virgin could feel big tears welling up in her baby blue eyes. She could tell that her orbs were swelling and becoming bloodshot. She told herself to be brave. She told herself to not think about the pain. Of course, this was next to impossible.
Sally was unable to take the whole thing, as she had hoped. But she got her mouth three-quarters of the way, down his cock shaft before the throat agony made the sensuous procedure prohibitive.
Marvin screamed.
He loved it.
He didn't care that she couldn't swallow his entire sword.
He thought that she gave great head.
Especially for a beginner. She could only get better.
Experience, Marvin knew, would help Sally's technique.
The boy could see his hot sticky semen becoming increasingly inpatient inside the wrinkled sack that held his swollen testicles. He could feel his silver seed swimming sensuously. The handsome boy felt like his balls would burst; the tension was too great. He needed release. He could then feel his come moving from his scrotal sack to the base of his cock, right where the heel of Sally's palm was pressing. Sally wiggled the fingers of her left hand and massaged his balls which sent a ripple of pleasure rolling up and down the handsome boy's suddenly arched spine.
He knew that the tickle at the base of his rigid phallus would only get worse as she continued to suck.
The intensity of the already savage tickle would increase until his sexual tension reached saturation.
The tickle would slowly transform into a fiery – comet-like – ball, signaling his orgasm's inevitability.
The boy began to tremble.
His face was beet red.
He was slick with sweat.
Perspiration dripped from his brow down onto his clenched eyelids.
Sally began to bob up and down on his cock, sucking noisily.
Whenever she could she rolled her tongue over his rock-hard glans.
Then she felt that cock head begin to spasm against her lips and her inner cheeks. She could sense Marvin pressing the back of his head and his shoulders against the back of the car seat as hard as he possibly could.
"Cccccooooommm'mminng!" Marvin cried out, and Sally realized that she only had seconds to wait before she would find out for the first time in her life what man come tasted like!
Her curiosity was piqued. She wanted to be fed that hot meal.
She had read all about masculine fuck juice. She knew it was good for her.
She knew that the sperm was almost one-hundred percent protein.
It was supposed to have the consistency of raw egg whites.
What she didn't know was how much jam there would be.
This part came as a surprise to the pretty little blonde.
Suddenly, before Sally could become mentally prepared, her mouth was filled with his fuck juice. There was a lot more of the stuff than she would have thought. She puffed out her creamy cheeks and began to swallow as hard as she could in a vain attempt to keep all of the silver seed inside her mouth. She could feel some of the handsome boy's sperm oozing from, the corners of her gaping mouth. The goo rolled down onto her chin where some of it remained and some of it dripped onto the inside of her left wrist. The little girl loved the way the stuff felt as it rolled down her gullet toward the warm spot it was making in her belly. She could almost feel herself getting healthier as she drank his essential juice straight from the tap. The little girl pumped up and down on his cock shift with her tightly clenched fist, and she squeezed more firmly than ever at his exploding nuts. The boy could feel his orgasmic pleasure spreading in concentric circles to fill his entire body. He screamed bloody murder with the fantastic sensations he was experiencing. He howled at the full moon with his unadulterated physical joy. He could feel the bliss ripping into his already reeling brain. His back teeth came unclenched and his mouth fell gaping open. His lips at the corners were stretched tight. His lips were pulled back over his teeth. A single dilated vein at Marvin's right temple was throbbing visibly.
It didn't take the pretty little blonde virgin long to realize that she loved the taste of his come.
She thought that it was a little fishy, and a little Sally, but it was refreshing. She drank it down as if it were the elixir of life – of perhaps a vintage imported wine.
She didn't stop sucking until the come stopped spurting out of his piss hole. She knew his orgasm was over when all of his muscles relaxed at the same time. His ass had been raised off the seat while he was shooting sperm. Now he lowered his bare buttocks back to the seat and let out a deep moan. He could feel the ecstasy of his orgasm being replaced by the warm contentment of his afterglow. The glow filled his groin. He could feel his heartbeat returning to normal.
Sally could feel his cock losing its urgent rigidity right away. The little blonde had never been so horny in her life. She left her mouth on the head of his cock even after his orgasm was over. She liked the way it felt there. She could feel the cock shaft getting softer against her palm and the insides of her fingers. She held the cock upright as the force of gravity began to have an effect on the tip. The little girl finally pulled her mouth off of the tip. She closed her jaw for what seemed like the first time in ages. Her jaw felt rusty – as if it were badly in need of oil. She hadn't been aware of the ache while her mind was on sucking. It was only after Marvin's horniness was appeased that the little girl was conscious of her own discomfort.
Sally stopped when her upper lip was only a fraction of an inch from the swollen lips on either side of Marvin's piss hole. She could see that the hole and her lip were connected with a bridge of conic. She pulled her mouth back an inch more and the string of semen broke in the middle. Half fell onto Sally's tooth and the other half rolled down his cock head – which was still dwindling as blood pumped back out of the dick.
She pumped his cock one more time and saw a single bead of post-orgasmic fluid form at the hole. She licked the fluid away with a single swipe of her slightly curled tongue tip. She then used the flat part of her tongue to lick his cock clean. The head had been covered with a thin film of coagulating fuck juice. By the time she stopped licking his prick the only thing that was making his manhood wet and shiny was the little girl's sweet spittle.
She was very hot.
She knew she was in danger.
Her willpower was weak.
Her panties were soaked.
She felt a great need to get naked.
She was in the mood to get nude!
She released her grip on his balls and let go of his cock.
His prick fell onto the top of his thigh. Sally remembered the come that had dripped down onto her chin and she licked herself clean with a broad sweep of her pink taster.
"You had better take me home, Marvin," she said.
"It's still early," Marvin said with a deep moan.
The tone of his voice rang with his disappointment.
"I have to get up early in the morning," Sally said.
This was a lie.
She was afraid that her willpower would give out if she remained.
She thought it would be nice to have her pussy eaten by the boy.
When she started to think like that she knew it was time to go home.
Marvin lifted his ass from the back seat of the car.
He reached down and tugged up his jeans and his underwear together.
He had to wiggle his ass from side to side to get them all the way up.
Sally thought he looked very cute as he did this. She moved so she was sitting on the seat beside him. She opened her purse and pulled out a facial tissue to wipe her mouth. She didn't want to look a mess when she faced Daddy at home.
The two got out of the car and moved into the front seat.
Sally knew what she was going to do when she got home. She was going to kiss Daddy goodnight and go straight up to her room. Then she was going to touch herself and make herself come. Sally could tell that she wouldn't even be able to think about going to sleep until she had made herself come. She could feel a great tension in her lower abdomen and the ache in her pussy was worse than ever. She shifted her weight from one ass cheek to the other as she sat in the front seat of the car. Marvin turned on the AM radio and switched the tuner to the local rock and toll station. He then turned up the volume and began to beat out the rhythm of a hard rocker on top of the steering wheel with his fingertips. The boy cleared his throat and turned on the engine. He pulled out of the lovers lane and headed the car back toward town.
The young couple had been making-out on a dirt road deep in a woods south of town. It was very secluded and the local cops never went there. Sally and Marvin both lived in the pretty little village of Caledonia, which was about eighteen miles south of Rochester, in Upstate New York. It was a sleepy conservative village where all of the houses were painted white with green trim. All of the narrow village streets were lined with mature maple trees. In the summer the streets of Caledonia looked like green tunnels. In the autumn there was much raking to be done.
"Did you have a good time?" Marvin asked, driving like a maniac. He spun his tires on the dirt road and tore out of the lovers lane like a bat out of hell.
"Oh yes," Sally said. She did not speak enthusiastically. She didn't want one blow job to go to the boy's head. She didn't want him to think that it was going to be a regular thing. "It was nice," she added.
"I thought that it was the best orgasm I have ever had," Marvin said sincerely as he pulled onto the paved road that led into Caledonia. He did not drive as fast once he hit the main road. He didn't relish the thought of being pulled over by a cherry-top.
"I'm glad you liked it. Remember it well. IT's the last one I will ever give you," Sally said. She had her knees together. Her tiny hands were folded in her lap.
"But why?"
Marvin was hurt.
"I told you. I don't do that sort of stuff," Sally said.
"But you just did!" Marvin said incredulously. He whined.
"I felt sorry for you," Sally said. She knew the comment cut deep.
Marvin was pissed.
He didn't speak to her after that.
He drove her straight home and let her out.
Sally didn't even bother to kiss the handsome football quarterback good-bye. Sally was smart enough to know the high school jock was not in the mood. He looked like he would rather hit her than kiss her.
"Just like men," Sally thought to herself as she got out of the car and ran up onto the front porch of her white home at 32 Genesee Street in Caledonia.
She shrugged.
"You give them an inch and they want to take a mile," she added to herself and walked in her front door. Sally entered the warm confines of the Symms livingroom.
Sally lived alone with her father.
She had never had any brothers of sisters. She was an only child.
Her mother had died five years before. Cancer at thirty-three.
It had been just Daddy and her against the world since then.
Symm was sitting on the couch watching television. The out and the TV cast a flickering everything. The room had a blue hue.
"Hello, sweetheart," MacIntyre exclaimed cheerfully as his beautiful daughter closed the door behind her and bounced over to the sofa.
Sally plopped down on the davenport beside her loving father and draped her arm across his broad shoulders. She gave him a smacking kiss right on the lips and smiled brilliantly.
"You are certainly in a good mood," MacIntyre said. "You must have had a good time with Marvin. What did you do park under the stars?"
"A little."
"I hope you didn't see stars."
"Oh Daddy, you know that I am a good girl." Sally said.
She was glad the room was dark. She could feel herself blushing.
Even though she had kept her cherry, she felt as if she had been bad.
Sally always had difficulty masking her shame when she was naughty.
"Do you want to stay up and watch TV?" MacIntyre queried.
"No thanks, Daddy. I'm pooped." Sally said sleepily.
She stretched her arms up over her head – making her breasts rise inside her tee-shirt deliciously – and faked a yawn.
"I think I am going to go straight up to bed," she said.
"Okie-dokie," MacIntyre said. He was disappointed. "I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart."
"Right-o, Daddy. I'll make you your favorite breakfast," Sally said. She kissed her Daddy once again and scampered up the carpeted stairs to her bedroom.
Sally closed her bedroom door and did not lock it. She turned on the lamp on the night table beside the head of her bed and walked over to her closet. Sally stood in front of the full length mirror on the inside of her closet door. She couldn't wait to be naked. She knew that she could only feel free when she didn't have a stitch of clothes on. She wondered what the boys of Caledonia would think if they knew the raging fire she felt in her loins. She wondered what they would think if they knew the amount of time she spent thinking about how good it would feel being impaled on their longhorns.
Sally worked her fingers under the bottom of her tee-shirt. She pulled the tee-shirt rapidly up over her head. Sally tossed it over her shoulder carelessly, without bothering to look where it landed. She was watching herself in the mirror. She watched her pert supple tits bouncing up and down a couple of times before they came to a rest high on her chest. Her nipples were very stiff and erect. They burned. She rolled her fingertips over them lightly. She could never remember being so horny. She had masturbated in the past – although not frequently – but she had never felt a craving between her legs like the one she was experiencing at that moment.
The little girl unsnapped the top of her designer jeans and pulled down her fly. Her jeans were so tight that she had to peel them down over her round hips.
She pulled her panties off at the same time and sighed with delight as she felt the soaking wet crotch of her underwear pull out from between her swollen outer labia.
Her cunt could breathe.
She kicked off her sneakers.
She wore no socks.
She pulled her jeans and panties off over her toes.
Sally noticed that her toes curled under when she was horny.
At that moment her chubby toes clutched the pile of the rug.
Her bedroom was floored with wall-to-wall shag carpeting.
She could feel her cunt glands secreting her natural lubrication in a steady flow. She could tell that it wouldn't be long before her musky cunt juice began to drool out of her cunt down the insides of her milky smooth thighs.
Sally looked at herself naked.
She knew she was beautiful.
She knew the effect she had on men.
Sally looked at her pubies. She had been aware for some time that she had less pubic hair than other girls her age. Most girls had an inverted triangle of hair on their mounds above their pussy slits. Sally knew this from showering with the other girls after gym class at school. Most girls also had hair growing along the sides of their vulvas and in between the cheeks of their ass – especially around their puckered assholes.
But Sally's precious virginal poontang was almost bald.
She had two tiny curls of blonde hair at the top of her slit.
The curls were above and to either side of her clitoris.
They were so light and downy that they were almost invisible.
She had no hair at all along her outer cunt lips.
This made her pussy flesh even pinker than it was.
The crack of her ass was equally bald. Her asshole was a hairless pink asterisk. Her pussy slit was tiny and her inner lips – the lips that surrounded her unused fuck hole – protruded the farthest from her slash.
Sally could feel her knees starting to shake.
The muscles in her legs were feeling increasingly weak.
Her knees trembled more violently. Her legs felt like jelly.
Sally wasn't at all sure how much longer her legs would be able to support the weight of her body.
Sally closed her closet door and walked over to her bed. She placed both of her foam-rubber pillows on top of one another and punched the top one with a tiny clenched fist to make an indentation for the back of her pretty head.
She then sprawled on her back and settled her head into place. Her breasts heaved up and down with her rib-cage as her breaths became shorter and closer together.
At first she stretched her legs out straight in front of her. She watched her tiny toes clutching at the balls of her feet. She could feel her natural lubrication dripping from the base of her poontang.
The little girl could feel her cunt juice rolling over the inch long patch of skin between the base of her pussy slit and her pink puckered asshole.
The anus itself was washed with juice just before the lubrication began to drip onto the bed. She could tell that there was going to be a big wet spot on the bedspread beneath her ass by the time she was through.
She whimpered.
She once again stroked her nipples.
She got each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers.
She pinched at her feminine erections gingerly at first.
But then harder.
Sally felt ripples of pleasure running up and down her spine.
She found it increasingly difficult to keep her ass still.
Sally began to gyrate her hips on the bed sensuously.
She could feel sweat oozing from all of her body's pores.
She could feel her skin become covered with gooseflesh.
The little blonde hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end.
Sally pinched at her nipples until it hurt a little bit.
But she didn't mind.
Her aroused brain was translating the pain into pleasure.
Her pussy flesh was quivering. She was wanton. Wet. Needy of pleasure.
She pulled on her rosebuds until the skin all around was stretched tight.
Her face turned beet red and her lips trembled as if she were about to sob.
She made a mental note to keep as quiet as possible.
Naturally she did not want her father to know she was touching herself in an impure manner.
She could feel her clit poking well out from under its foreskin.
She released her grip on her nipples.