"No, Michael, you shouldn't ask me to do that!" the red-haired girl exclaimed, forcing her boyfriend's hand down from her crotch. The hand had been slowly creeping higher and higher as their excitement mounted. She loved the taste of his lips crushing down hard against hers, but this was too much. She was only sixteen. She couldn't be expected to go all the way!
"Why not?"
"It's not right," she said primly, though it was hard for her. She was still breathing hard, her lush, ripe tits rising and falling heavily. The way her aroused nipples boldly pressed into the thin fabric of her blouse told the story. She was hot. She would fuck if he could only make her see a reason why not.
"Bullshit," he said forcefully. "What do you mean it's not right? It's the most natural thing in the world. Unless you really don't love me like you said. Were you lying to me?"
"No, Michael, not that. It's just that we should wait. Till after we're married."
"Goddamn, Sheryle, I never thought you would get caught up in that ancient mythology passed out by your old man. That fossil still thinks I should ask him for permission before we go out on a date. That's crap and you know it."
"Well…" she said, her resistance crumbling.
He acted while she was still indecisive. His hands pushed up the hem of her skirt revealing a mass of naked, creamy skin. How he loved Sheryle's legs! They were marvelous. And they would be even nicer when they were wrapped around his waist, his prick buried balls-deep up her cunt. He could feel his cock beginning to turn cartwheels in his pants. He'd have to get to work quick or he'd come too soon.
"Damn, so beautiful!" he exclaimed. He dropped to his knees and worked his way between her tensed legs. His agile tongue slithered up the inside of her soft, tender thigh, pushing directly for her snatch. Her white cotton panties had developed a telltale wet spot right where her cunt hole would be.
This was all the incentive he needed to keep go big. She'd give in. She would! And he would see if she was as hot and tight around his prick as he had imagined she would be. Hell, she might even be a virgin!
"Ummm, oh, Michael," the girl moaned, struggling a little bit, her legs opening to him of their own free will. She felt her resistance melting like snow in the spring sun. Never had her twat pulsed and throbbed like this. His mouth was so near!
She actually lifted her pert, well-rounded ass off the sofa and helped him strip off her panties. They seemed so useless now.
Her mind began to drift oddly as she felt his tongue roughly slurping and licking at her flesh. She thought it would have been even sexier if she had worn some of those crotchless panties she had seen advertised. One of the girls at school had an entire catalog of such things. Panties you could see through, garter belts and lacy stockings that would stroke and caress the skin, even kinky leather stuff.
Would Michael get off on making love to her if she wore something like that? The young teenager didn't know. And she found she couldn't keep the train of thought very well. His tongue was demanding too much of her attention. That rough, thrusting oral organ pounded against her cuntlips now. The flood of pussy juice trapped in her snatch gushed out, dribbling down the youth's chin.
"Oh, Michael, this is super," she groaned. Her hips lifted off the sofa again, this time jamming her cunt down firmly onto his sucking mouth. The feel of his lips against her pussylips drove her mad with lust. She could hardly believe she was responding to something this obscene.
His tongue started at the back of her cuntlips, then slowly worked down the blue-tinged, rigid flaps until he came to the clit. The tiny organ was poking up trying to see what was happening. When his rough, pink tongue dueled with her clit, she came. She came hard. Shrieking, her hips bucking and thrashing about, she found she couldn't hold back anything. All her emotions fed her come. She screamed and felt sweat pouring off her body. It trickled down between her huge tits and across her belly. It stimulated her almost as much as his cock-hard tongue diving in and out of her cunt.
"Tongue-f-f-fuck meeee!" she cried. She hated herself for mouthing such a vile word, but this was what she wanted now. He had unleashed the fury of her teenaged passion. Never before had any boy one this to her. She layed him, she loved what he was doing to her. She hoped she could die right then and there and never be sad or alone again.
"You like it, don't you?" the youth asked, his lips covered with the silvery sheen of her pussy fluid. "And it gets better!"
"Oh, Michael, please, ohhhhh!"
She found she couldn't control herself any longer. She came again, her young body trembling like a leaf in a high wind. She felt the hot rush of blood to her neck and face. Her tits seemed to be balloons inflating with excited blood. She thought they would pop at any second. Never in her young life had she felt what she was experiencing now.
It was as if the floodgates of her desire had been shoved wide open. Every emotion lurking inside came gushing out, threatening to drown her with their intensity.
Looking down between her wide-spread legs, she could see her boyfriend's head bobbing up and down. The dark patch contrasted vividly with her snow-white skin and the bright-red patch of her pussy mound. Tiny dewdrops of cunt juice dotted the furry mound. She strained forward to see Michael's tongue driving in between the pink-scalloped inner cuntlips.
She saw it and she felt it. If an icicle had been thrust all the way up her cunt, she couldn't have responded more. But the icicle didn't stay cold. It turned to fire and the fire spread. Molten lead puddled in the pit of her belly, then began seeping into her chest. Spreading upward slowly, the warmth collided with the heat from her straining tits. She came like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers.
She thrashed around, her legs clamping down furiously on either side of the boy's head. She never wanted him to leave his tasty post. She wanted to feel his tongue driving in and out of her cunt forever!
"Tongue-fuck me, tongue-fuck me gooooood!" she demanded. She felt an added thrill at using such "forbidden" words. Her daddy would never have approved her saying such things. She knew he would never approve of her having Michael's tongue fucking hard and deep into her cunt.
"I am, I am!" the youth cried, his voice muffled by the fleecy jungle of her pussy mound and the puffy flesh of her cuntlips. He kissed her lewdly, then pulled his tongue out of her cunt with a wet, sloppy noise. She started to order him to get it back into her cunt when she felt where his tongue was going.
"Not my asshole!"
His tongue thrust fiercely toward her tightly clenched asshole. She tried to get away from the pointy tip of that hard-driving tongue, but the girl actually moved herself into a better position for entry up her shit chute. She had never even had a man's tongue fucking her pussy before. This was a totally depraved, utterly wonderful sensation, having his tongue sliding in and out of her ass!
She came over and over until she was so limp and drained emotionally she didn't think she could go on. Michael sensed her exhaustion and came up for air. He looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary.
"Liked it, huh?"
"Loved it, darling," she sighed. She glanced down at the huge bulge in his pants. Once or twice she had stroked along his prick. He had enjoyed that and had even gotten off. Now she had a wild, nasty idea lurking in the back of her mind. If he had eaten her pussy, why shouldn't she return the favor and suck on his prick?
Dropping to the floor, she hastily pushed him onto his back. He yelped but she ignored him. Her attention was totally on getting his prick free of his pants.
She had never seen his prick in daylight. They had always messed around in his car late at night. Doing it by feel had its advantages, but Sheryle realized what she had been missing. His prick was beautiful.
"Goddamn!" she exclaimed, feeling deliciously naughty using the word. "I've never seen such a beautiful hunk of meat!"
"SO if you like it, why don't you sample some of it? Give me head, girl, suck on my prick!"
She sucked. The youth almost came when her wet, demanding lips close on the purple end of his cock. She found she had to move around to keep her mouth fixed on his dancing prick. The youth was squirming and his cock was actually growing in size. Shem pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock to try and steady it in her mouth.
She tasted the bitter drop of pre-cum that oozed from his piss-slit. The red-haired teenaged knew that Michael was having a hard time trying not to come. She smiled around the plug of cock in her mouth. This gave her a feeling of power. She had enjoyed having him eat her pussy. That had been fun. But sucking on his cock sent tremors of desire through her and built up her feeling that she was the one in control of the situation.
She could make him jump through a hoop if she wanted. He would do anything for more of her mouth fucking. To prove it, she tried to stuff her tongue down his piss-slit. The girl knew it wasn't possible, but trying gave them both one hell of a sexual thrill.
"Shit, baby, you've got the hottest mouth I ever felt. Why haven't you done this to me before? Ummmm, ohhhhh!"
His hips actually lifted off the rug and he thrust his cock straight into her ruby lips. He wanted to face fuck her. The redhead had other ideas, yet the lusty, virile feel of his cock rubbing against her lips made her breath come faster and hotter.
Even this turned on the youth. Her nostrils flared and sent fiery gusts of hot air blasting across his aroused balls. The tangled mat of his bush was stirred by her breath and he moaned even louder. She started to explore his prick using only her lips and tongue.
She found the tiny flap of skin dangling down underneath the cleft head of his prick. This was obviously very sensitive. The lightest of touches with the tip of her tongue caused him to groan in passion and try to stuff his cock all the way down her throat.
The girl moved on, her lips caressing and teasing the flesh on the sides of his prick. She marveled at the veins running through his cock. She licked and traced each and every one, her tongue having to press hard into his belly to get to the big blue vein pulsing hotly on the top of his prick.
"Shit, Sheryle, your mouth is driving me out of my head. Go down on me all the way. Let me in! Oh, shit, shit, shit! Deep throat me!"
She didn't really know what he meant. She was a virgin and naive about such things. But from the sound of it, she could guess. That didn't sound like too much fun to her. She would continue her erotic explorations.
Her tongue probed lower, bouncing off the hairy little bag holding his balls. She felt the thick stew inside beginning to come to a boil. His jism was being agitated by the churning, tumbling balls. She felt that just a few strokes of her tongue would be all it would take to get him to come.
She felt his hot, hard cock pressing into her cheek. She reached up and stroked it with her fingertips while her tongue toyed with his balls. Sucking harder, she succeeded in getting the entire sphere into her mouth. Once there, she could gnaw and gently bat the balls around with her tongue. Every movement of her rough, demanding tongue made him jerk and moan even louder. She kept up the oral attack, loving the way he was responding to her tonguing and sucking.
She pushed his balls from her mouth using only the tip of her tongue. The taste of male musk on his prick aroused her, made her nostrils flare, caused her cunt to begin dribbling out even more of its juices. She actually felt a tiny river of fuck fluid leaking from between her puffy cuntlips. Never before had she felt this way. Even when she secretly masturbated, letting the water from the bathtub faucet run over her snatch, it hadn't been this exciting.
She was turning into a sex junkie. Her only problem was the fear that she couldn't get enough! Sheryle even began to wonder if she should let Michael fuck her. He wanted to, that was certain. And to have this wonderful, hard, hot prick thrusting mightily into her softly yielding cunt would be alot nicer than simply sucking on it.
"Michael, will you fuck me?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted this more than she would have thought possible. Just a few short minutes ago she would have fought him to the death to protect her so-called honor. Now she wanted to shed that useless cherry once and for all.
She wanted to be a woman, to experience all that only a woman can feel.
"Keep sucking, damnit," he said, his voice tight and quivering. "I… I'll do it if you just keep sucking. And let me come in your mouth!"
The youth's words appalled her. She didn't know if she wanted him coming in her mouth or not. The feel of his jism squirting out over her hand was one thing, but to actually swallow all that white-hot, creamy cum? She didn't know.
She lifted her head from his crotch, but his strong hand laced through the red hair on the back of her skull and pulled her face back down.
"Suck!" he demanded.
She felt a new tremor pass through her young, slender body. He was so demanding! She loved it. She loved the idea that a man could tell her what he wanted. She could please him. She had to now.
She sucked harder. Her head twisted around and her tongue cradled his cock so that she could roughly scour the bottom of it. He moaned and only incoherent words came from his mouth. She licked and sucked harder on his cock. Her checks went hollow under the strain.
Slowly, her head sank down toward his crotch, her lips clamped firmly around his cock. She felt the rubbery tip of his prick bounce off the roof of her humid mouth and then sink down into her throat.
For a second, she panicked. Her air was cut off and she knew she was going to choke to death. But it didn't happen. She found she could swallow, her tonsils bobbing up and down on the most sensitive portion of the man's prick. This turned him on, making his cock swell with intense joy.
The eroticism was transmitted to her. She loved the heat in her mouth and throat. His balls slapped hard against her chin as his hips jerked to and fro, trying to fuck his prick even more deeply into her throat.
Sheryle knew in that instant what it meant to take a man all the way. This was it – and she loved it! Everything about deep-throating him turned her on in a big way. The heat from his body aroused her, the way his cock pulsed and throbbed in her throat made her feel like a real woman and most of all, she knew she was the one who'd pleased him.
She had made him steely hard. She had sucked his prick to the point where he was going to let out his cum. The lack of air finally got to her. Dizzy and gagging, she backed off, his prick sliding out of her throat. She managed to keep the hooded glans of his cock just inside her ruby-red lips. She had really been turned into a sexfiend by the boy's prick. She sucked harder than ever before. "Shit, Sheryle, this is it!" he gasped.
His cock expanded to an impossible size. She thought she had a fire hose in her mouth. A hot spurt of jism blasted her tonsils. A second spurt came hurtling after the first. She was getting all his cum in her mouth whether she wanted it or not.
The taste of the salty, tangy cum turned her on. She gave up trying to avoid the taste and smeared it all over her tongue. Her taste buds sang a song of joy. She even began sucking harder, using her tongue to tease and torment the slit from which all this wondrous jism squirted.
His cock slammed hard back and forth into her face. He fucked her face and she couldn't get enough. She had gone from a naive, insecure girl to a wanton bitch who wanted even more dick. When he was done coming in her mouth, she wanted this spike of hot cockflesh ramming into her juicy cunt.
"What the hell's going on here?" came a loud, shocked voice.
The red-haired girl turned her bright, sparkling green eyes upward and saw her father standing in the door. Through her sex-numbed brain, she realized he never swore. That meant she was in a shitload of trouble. Big trouble. There was no way she could alibi out. She was obviously sucking on Michael's prick and that was all there was to it.
She was in big trouble.