Jeannie ran into her own bedroom and looked into the other side of the one way mirror. The doorbell sounded again, as if her caller was impatient. The girl turned slowly, gazing at her reflection from all angles, and then, satisfied that she looked as enticing as possible, she went to the door.
When Ronny saw Jeannie wearing the semi-transparent negligee, his eyes popped out, and the front of his trousers tightened. Jeannie leaned against the open door, smiling dreamily for a moment. Then she stepped aside and ushered the lad in, noting as he passed, how the crotch of his pants was distended.
She took him down the hall, thinking it might be best to go into the living roam instead of the bedroom. She didn't want to be too obvious about it – not at the very start. It might be fun to tease the horny boy for a little while – not a long while, however, for she would be teasing herself at the same time, cock-hungry as she was.
Her bedroom door was open.
Ronny shot a look at her bed as he went past, but he still expected no more than a hand job.
He stood in the front room, looking around uncertainly. Jeannie sat on the leather couch and patted the cushion beside her. Ronny eagerly joined her, excited and almost blushing.
"Want a Coke or something?" she asked.
She wasn't at all sure if there was anything like that still in the vacated apartment, but she didn't think that Ronny would be interested in a Coke, anyhow.
He shook his head.
Jeannie giggled mysteriously.
"I don't, either," she said. "I'm awful thirsty, but I don't feel like anything sweet – I'll have a nice warm drink in a little while."
Ronny eyed her, wondering why she was looking so impish about a cup of hot chocolate or Ovaltine or something.
"Well, then – want to kiss me?" she asked brazenly.
Ronny was surprised. He'd had to really work at it the last time they had necked, before he had got her all hot and bothered. She seemed to have changed.
He slid his arm around her shoulders, and she came up to him, and they kissed – timidly at first, then passionately. His lips ground down on hers, and her mouth opened. Tentatively, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She began sucking on it immediately. Her own slippery tongue twisted around his as they panted into each other's parted lips. They swapped tongues back and forth. Ronny was becoming dizzy with desire, and so much blood had rushed into his prick that he was light headed.
He began running his hands up her flanks, over the silky black material that sheathed her. After a moment, she took him by the hand. He thought that she was going to push his groping hand away as she had when they necked before, playing hard to get until she was really worked up and unable to resist his caress.
Instead, she guided his hand to her tit and pressed it there.
Ronny began to feel her up, his palm cupped on her plump tit, and his thumb and fingers pulling. He felt her taut nipple. He pulled on it, and it swelled even more. Then he slipped his hand inside her negligee and started feeling bare tit. She offered no objections.
Their mouths were still locked together, and he ran his free hand up her leg. Her thighs slowly parted. He gasped into her mouth. When he touched her bare cunt, she purred with pleasure and squirmed against him. He began to run his fingers along her cunt and brush against her stiff clit. Her pussy opened, the crack widening into an oval. Her whole crotch was soaking with the hot juices of her pussy.
Then she amazed him even more.
Without any coaxing, without even a hint, she reached down and unzipped his fly. It had been like pulling teeth to get her to jack him off the first time – what on earth had gotten into her? But Ronny certainly did not object to her new boldness.
She reached in and hauled his cock out.
She held his prick by the root and slowly stroked up and down. Her lips pulled away from his so that she could gaze down and see what she was doing, what effect her caress had upon him. She watched his foreskin curl up over the ledge of his cock knob, then draw tautly back as her hand descended. His cock head was pulsing. It was flushed purple and throbbing powerfully. The big slab of his prick-knob went in and out like a bellows. The cleft was parted and she could see a sparkling drop of pre-cum lurking just inside. She stroked again, very slowly. She didn't want to get carried away and start jacking up and down, because she didn't want to make him come with her hand.
Ronny started to push two fingers up her cunt now.
His stiff fingers felt so lovely that the girl naturally began to wonder what his prick would feel like.
Should she fuck him, instead of blowing his cock?
She was tempted.
But when she remembered that Ronny was a potent young man at the peak of his fucking powers. There was no reason on earth why she could not have her cake and eat it, too. She had made up her mind to blow him – and blow him, she would. If her pussy got so hot that she needed to get fucked afterwards, well, why not? She had to lose her cherry someday, and what better day than this? In the comfort of own bed, instead of in the awkward confines of a backseat at the drive-in or an ass-freezing episode on a blanket in the woods! Just as earlier, when the horny teenager had made up her mind to suck a cock, so now she determined to get fucked.
All in good time…
She began kissing Ronny again, running her tongue along his lips. He continued to finger fuck her. Her fist was not moving on his prick now, and he reached down to take her by the wrist and guide her movements, thinking that she might have forgotten how to jack him off. But she didn't take the hint. She just held him by the hilt, not stroking.
Then she pulled his hand away from her pussy.
Ronny felt a rush of panic.
Had she changed her mind? Was she going to stop now?
But he couldn't have been further from the truth. His hand had been making her cunt so hot that she was afraid she would not be able to keep from fucking long enough to give him a blow job. She wanted to take it one step at a time.
"Ronny – just sit back for a minute, okay?" she whispered.
Her eyes were glowing wildly, and her pink tongue was swishing back and forth across her lips like the tail of a hungry cat that has sighted a fat and succulent mouse.
Ronny leaned back, panting.
She gave his prick another slow stroke.
She leaned down over his lap.
She wants to watch the jism when it shoots out of my prick, the boy thought.
She leaned lower.
Jeez – if she ain't careful, she'll get a load right in the face, he panicked. But he didn't want to mention it, for fear that the idea might put her off – never thinking for a second that a dose of spunk in her face might be welcome.
She leaned still lower, and he saw that her mouth was open.
What in hell is she thinking of? He wondered.
Then she turned her head and gazed up at his face, smiling.
"Have you ever had a blow job, Ronny?" she asked.
"Jeez!" he squawked.
"Hummmm? Have you?"
"Jeannie – you don't blow, do you?"
Getting some head was one of the horny boy's fondest fantasies. He thought about it as much as he did getting a fuck, when he was pulling his prick. But it's too good to be true, he thought. Surely a nice girl like Jeannie, who had to be coaxed to even give him a hand job, would not be a cocksucker?
"I never have," she said, her eyes taunting him. "I've never even kissed a prick, let alone taken one in my mouth – or sucked on it until the jism shot out."
Her erotic words were enflaming Ronny every bit as much as her caress, as much as the closeness of her mouth to his prick.
"But that's not to say I won't," she added. Turning down again, she blew a stream of hot breath over the head of his prick, causing it to sway like a palm tree in a storm. She giggled. He began to moan with expectation. He reached out, wanting to push her head down onto his cock. Then he drew his hand back, afraid that he might make her angry by the action.
But Jeannie needn't no pushing.
"I hope I can suck your cock right. Tell me if it feels right, okay?"
"Do it," Ronny croaked, pushing his lean hips up.
Jeannie smiled and slid her lips around the bloated head of his prick.
"Ummm," she sighed, delighting in her first taste of delicious cock meat.
She sucked lovingly on his cock-knob, feeling it expand and harden in her mouth. He took her head in his hands and pushed down. She knew immediately what he wanted and began to slide her mouth up and down on his prick, taking his cock head as far back in her mouth as she could, then pulling her lips slowly back up until just the tip of his cock knob remained between them. She began using her tongue, pushing the tip into the parted cleft, then laving his whole meaty cock slab, coiling and curling her hot tongue over and around and behind the rim.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked, removing her mouth from his prick as she spoke.
Ronny moaned and pushed her face back to his prick. Pleased that he was enjoying her cock sucking, she began to slurp away once more.
She licked down his prick and then back up, her tongue lashing back and forth across the surface like a windshield wiper and tracing up a dark throbbing vein. Reaching his cock knob, she concentrated on it with both tongue and lips for a few moments, then, ducking her head down, she sucked his cock into her mouth.
Her cheeks bulged out on his meaty prick as she bobbed down. She moved up and down, running his thick cock in and out of her mouth and taking it as far in as she could, so that the tip lodged against the entrance to her throat. She gagged slightly on the down stroke and made little gurgling sounds, but she didn't stop, continuing to suck down on his cock to the very root, gulping and gasping.
Ronny's prick was throbbing wildly by this time. A droplet of pre-cum oozed from his cock-knob and flowed, onto Jeannie's tongue. She let it slide down her throat and found it to be a powerful appetizer, making her hungry for more. Her mouth watered, and her tongue tingled. It's wonderful to suck a cock, she thought.
She drew her lips away from his cock. She wanted to see his cum first, before she swallowed it. Another drop squeezed out and ran down his bulging prick-knob. Jeannie watched it slide down for a moment and then curled her tongue out and gathered it up. She savored the succulent fuck cream on her taste buds, then, tossing her head back, she let it slip down her throat.
"Ummmm, delicious," she sighed.
Ronny moaned… "Suck it… suck my cock!"
Jeannie began to work hungrily on his prick, alternating between licking and sucking. She slurped up and down on his cock, dipping so far down that his hot cock-knob was again lodged against the entrance to her throat.
Ronny was thrashing and moaning and heaving his ass up from the seat. He was fucking up into her mouth, humping in as her mouth descended and drawing back as her tightly compressed lips glided up his prick. He held her head in both hands, but there was no need to hold her in place, for she had no desire to release her mouthful of simmering prick.
His cock seemed to be getting bluer and hotter all the time, and she had an idea that it would not be long before he shot off in her mouth. Eagerly, she slurped away, enjoying every aspect of cock sucking, the taste, the texture, the moist sounds his fiery prick made as it slid along her tongue and through her lips.
Ronny was trembling violently.
"I'm… I'm gonna blow!" he cried.
Jeannie began to bob her head up and down faster now as she realized that his load of cum was almost ready to spurt into her mouth. She gasped as his drooling cock head jammed into her throat. She sighed as her taut lips dragged back up his throbbing prick on the up stroke.
Ronny wailed with ecstasy.
Jeannie's head went down to the hilt of his prick and, just as she took his cock her mouth, he shot his wad in a tremendous spurt, coming with such force that her head rocked.
She gasped as her mouth was suddenly filled with thick, hot fuck cream. She gulped the creamy cum down ravenously to make room for more. Immediately, a second great spurt was already surging up his cock. She slammed her face down and took his cock deep in her mouth just as he hosed her throat with a second great load of jism.
Again, she swallowed furiously and then slurped back up his prick. Some of the succulent jism ran from her lips and poured down his cock. She jammed her mouth down after it, not wanting to miss a single drop, and he shot again, hosing her tonsils with his quicksilver fuck fluid.
Ronny groaned and heaved and whimpered.
Then he collapsed back in his seat, his whole body quivering.
Jeannie continued to pull and suck on his prick until she was sure that she had milked out every last drop, that not a single solitary drop remained lurking in his cock or balls.
At last, when she was sure that she had sucked his balls dry, she pulled her lips away from his cock head and looked up at him with a contented smile and a dreamy look in her eyes.
Ronny was too overwhelmed to think.
But naughty little Jeannie was thinking: Gee, if a mouthful of cock and cum is so wonderful – what will a cunt full of the stuff be like?
She turned toward the mirror – which was a real mirror, in this room. She gazed dreamily at her reflection. Cum was running down her chin and sparkled on her lips. Her eyes glowed. She could see why her mother loved to suck pricks, and she could understand, now, the thrill that her parents got from watching other people fuck and suck.
She'd wanted to do that sometime, too. But at the moment, Jeannie wanted one thing most of all. She wanted to get fucked.