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01-02-2009, 06:36 PM
Suck Princess
By
Jessica
I am 23 years old, 5'2 105 lbs and have auburn hair with green eyes, 34c
22 32. This is the story of how I came to love sucking cock.
It was a warm, rainy summer evening in 1990. And as I said goodbye to my
Mother and Father, I was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. I was off
on my first car date! Mike, who was 16, had asked me out that very morning. I
was shocked when he called. Although we knew each other at school I was
unawares that he thought of me in "that way". He apologized for calling me on
a Saturday morning for a date on Saturday night, but a weekend road trip with
his friends had just been cancelled.
I feigned a verbal pout (what's a girl to do!) but in the end I accepted,
without even asking my parents. Not knowing where we were going I asked him
what I should wear.
He replied, "We're going to the movies, so anything is fine, but if your
asking, I have always been partial to short skirts!" He laughed easily over
the phone.
I laughed also, although feeling anxious with anticipation. He said he
would pick me up at 8:00 and said goodbye.
I quickly ran to my Mother and told her what had just happened. She raised
her eyebrows and said it was okay with her if it was okay with Dad. One more
quick run down to the basement to ask my father. He smiled lovingly and said,
"If you like this guy honey...sure, you can go. But you have to be in by
12:00."
I put my arms around him and hugged him tight. "Thanks Daddy!" I said.
He smiled and gently pushed me away, patting me on the fanny and saying
"You better go and get ready! Only eight hours before he picks you up!"
8:00 came and so did Mike. He strolled up the sidewalk in the rain as I
watched from my bedroom window. He was so good looking in school, but all
dolled up for a date he was simply gorgeous! 6'0 and 170 lbs, long brown hair
that always seemed to do whatever it wanted to, no matter how hard he tried to
get it to stay in place. He had smooth skin and lips like Brad Pitt! OH MY
GOD!
My Father answered the door and introduced himself. Shaking Mikes hand he
turned as I bounded down the stairs.
"Hi Mike!" I said, trying to sound normal. I really had taken the better
part of the afternoon to pick out what I was going to wear. And by the look on
Mike's face when he saw me, I knew I had made the right choice. I was wearing
a Bright red tube top with a very short matching mini-skirt (just what he had
asked me to wear). Red fairy boots with ankle socks and a cameo on a tight
black leather strap around my neck. My shoulder length auburn hair was done up
big and wild (it was 1990 afterall) and I had on bright red lipstick and
matching nails.
"By daddy!" I said as I breezed by him.
Mike said goodbye and asked what time to have me in. "Midnight." Was the
reply. "And drive safely."
Mike smiled and said, "No problem Mr. Baumgarten!"
Mike followed me out to the car, rain pouring on both of us, opened the
passenger door and helped me in. My short skirt rode up my thighs as I sat
down, showing more leg than I had anticipated, although much to Mike's delight,
I might add.
Soon we were on our way, he commented on how "hot" I looked, glancing
repeatedly at my exposed thighs. I smiled with nervous anticipation! My first
car date! It felt good to be out and about. And Mike was even more beautiful
up close. His smile glowed and his cologne was making me heady! He had on a
dress shirt and the tightest jeans I had ever seen (again, it was 1990). I
couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. Without even thinking about
it I realized I was getting wet! I fought the urge down, not wanting to create
a stain on my skirt. Although I was a virgin (and intended to stay that way) I
was very aware of the boys in school. Always "checking them out", as Christy,
my girlfriend would say.
Mike took the main road out of town. My brow furrowed as I asked him
where we were going. "To the drive-in theater," he replied.
"Oh," was all I could manage. I had just assumed it would be a movie
theatre. Mike continued driving for a few more minutes as we talked about
school and parents and all the things teens talk about on a Saturday night.
Soon we pulled into the theater, it was just getting dark and the previews
were on the screen. Mike parked the car, his dads Cadilac, and asked what I
wanted from the snack stand. I said I would go with him and we jumped out of
the car into the rain, laughing the whole time. In a short time we were back
in the car, panting from running in the rain and soaked to the bone. My hair
was matted about my face, and water dripped everywhere. Finally we settled in
for the show. It was a grade "B" flick that I don't even remember. About
halfway through Mike leaned into me a little. My heart jumped. What should I
do? I finally settled on leaning into him in return. Our shoulders touch.
Mike lifted his arm with confidence and put in around my shoulder. I layed my
head on his shoulder. The rain was still falling and we had to watch the movie
throught the "snick, snick, snick," of the wipers. At the angle my head was at
I again looked straight at the bulge in Mike's jeans. Once more I could feel
an involuntary sexual response. This time I let it happen, enjoying it. I
rubbed my legs together, up and down, just once, to feel the wetness in my
pussy.
Mike noticed this and daringly put his hand on my thigh and asked, "Are
you cold?"
His hand, soft as velvet, sent an electric shock though me. Lying, I said
"Yes, just a little."
He proceeded to slowly rub my thigh, first on top and then moving his
fingers to the inside where my thighs met. I turned my face to his and reached
up with my right hand, running my fingers into his hair and he met me halfway.
Our lips met, soft and creamy, his tongue probed the soft confines of my mouth,
darting and jabbing, alternately aggressive and passive. Without meaning too,
I moaned out loud. His hand had now moved up to my waist, to the bare skin
above my skirt, my first thought was to stop him, but my hormones got the best
of me. I wanted him to stroke me, to handle me. I moaned again in
affirmation, arching my back and pushing my chest into him. I couldn't believe
what I was doing, but I couldn't help myself.
Mike brought his hand up to my tube top, and for the first time he acted
roughly, pushing the top up over my tits and manhandling my nipples, whispering
in my ear how he had long wanted to touch me. I groaned openly. My nipples,
were standing out, rock hard, as he lowered his head to them. When his tongue
touched my breast I grabbed his head and pulled involuntarily, forcing my tit
into his mouth. I lay my head back on the seat and closed my eyes, panting
heavily, both hands pulling and pushing his head. My hips rocked and squirmed,
rolling my legs back and forth. Mike came up for air and started to kiss me
again, rough, probing.
My own hands started to wander, down his chest, his stomach, his pants. I
couldn't believe I was doing this. But it was like I was unchained. Finally I
reached his pants and cupped his bulge. Mike twitched, his hips bucking into
my hand. I kissed him hard, as he manhandled me. Pushing me back into the
corner of the passenger side of the car he kneeled on the front seat, unbuckled
his pants and unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his
cock, hard and stark in the glow of the dashboard lights, stood stiffly in
front of him. He moved towards me, kissing me hard again. Pinching my nipples
between his fingers, making me groan. He ran his hand up the inside of my
thigh, under my skirt and rubbed the palm of his hand against my wet panties.
My own hands reached down to his cock, stroking its hardness, cupping
his balls. Mike groaned as I did this and it made me dripping wet to know I was
making him feel good. He started to pull down my panties and this was when I
had to stop him. I pushed his hands away, telling him I was a virgin and I
didn't want to fuck. He looked at me, his eyes dancing with fire, but didn't
say a word.
I was laying on my back, propped up in the corner, my hair disheveled, my
tits out and my skirt around my waist. Mike reached in and grabbed my head by
my hair, leaned in and kissed me hard, forcefully. Then, straddling my body,
he brought his cock up to my mouth. At first I just stared at it. It
twitched, as if alive, and a long strand of pre-cum dripped down onto my tits.
He grabbed his cock in his left hand, and with my hair still firmly held by his
right, he pushed his cock against my lips, saying, "Then suck my cock Jessica."
I was scared and excited, feeling submissive to this man who was telling
me what I was going to do. I had never felt that way before. His cock, 7"
long and very thick, pushed at my lips until I opened them.
"Fuck yes!" He said as his cock filled my mouth.
I had my first orgasm on the spot.
My body was shaking and my breathing was labored as he pulled my head and
pushed his cock onto my tongue. I reached down with one hand, and without even
realizing it, I pushed my panties out of the way and started to finger my cunt.
With my other hand I rubbed my nipples, squeezing my tits hard.
His cock was soft yet hard. At first it felt slightly fuzzy on my tongue,
then as it became coated with my saliva, it just felt fat and demanding. Mike
grunted above me, both of his hands in my hair, "Come on! Suck my cock,
dammit!" I started to suck, working my tongue under the head as it rushed
back and forth into my mouth. "Oh fuck yeah!" Mike said. "That's it, that's
it".
The smell of his crotch was intoxicating and I tried harder to bring him
pleasure, everytime I did something right he would moan and thrust harder into
my mouth. My hands worked over my pussy and tits and I became aware of how
slutty I must look, splayed open on my back. Servicing this young man above
me. And it excited me even more.
I came again.
His cock filled my mouth. It's sides scraping the insides of my cheeks.
Drool flowed out of my mouth, down my chin and over my exposed tits, where I
rubbed it into my nipples. I found myself grunting around his cock, slurping
noisily, trying to heighten his pleasure. He was very rough now, literally
fucking my mouth. As his cock hit the back of my throat I gagged and coughed,
instinctively bringing a hand up to his hips to push him away. "Fuck that," he
exclaimed, "suck me bitch!" And he grabbed my head harder and plowed my mouth
even harder. His cock finally thrust into my throat. I gagged, again and
again, and I heard him laugh. It was a disdainful laugh. As if he couldn't
have cared less about my plight.
I came again.
Soon his breathing became ragged, his hips started to lose there rhythm,
he held on to my head harder (if that was possible) and he said "Goddamn it!
Suck me harder...I'm close!"
I was lost in lust. I realized that my mouth was nothing more than a
sperm bank to him. Someplace to spew his load, and I loved it. I reached up
with one hand and cupped his balls, pulling his cock farther into my mouth,
feeling his balls on my chin. He was bent over my head now, humping my mouth
like a dog, his voice squeaking as he groaned.
"I'M CUMMING....SUCK ME GODDAMN IT!"
I came again.
It was as if it was in slow motion now. The head of his cock started to
expand, growing larger and larger, shoving in and out of my mouth. His hips
bucking. I was frantic, fucking my face on his cock, wanting to help him to
relieve himself in my mouth. My hair flew around my head and I brought up my
other hand to jerk his cock for him. Drool and spit were all over my face and
in his pubic hairs, making them a matted dripping mess that literally gushed
saliva all over my face, neck and tits. Every pump of his hips made me grunt
and moan around his cock, "mmmph.....mmmmph....mmph...mmph.." I kneaded his
balls and stroked his cock with as tight a fist as I could make. His cock was
huge now, it had grown thicker and more demanding, expanding to stretch my
lips, filling my mouth to overflow. And then he came. It was as if his cock
exhaled, losing some of its thickness for just a moment, then blowing up to
full hardness in a split second. I felt his cum on my tongue, on the insides
of my wet soft cheeks, spilling onto the back of my throat. It was salty,
slightly bitter...
I came again.
His stomach bucked in and out as he released his load to completion in my
mouth. His body tensed and he froze. My head and hands were a blur as I
continued to milk his cock, drawing out every ropey mess of cum he had. His
cock exhaled again...swelled...more cum...I swallowed...my breath snorting in
and out of my nose...my face, hands, and tits were a dripping mess, "OH YEAH
YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER...SUCK THAT COCK!" Mike bellowed, as I continued to draw
out his sperm. Swell...exhale...swell...exhale...swallow..grunt.. swallow...6,
7, 8, 9, 10 times his cock swelled and exhaled...sperm was on my hands and on
lips, my chin and cheeks, sliding all over my face..."SUCKITSUCKITSUCKIT"... I
gulped twice more...each time my mouth full with his cum...I knew he was
looking down at me... and I swallowed slow...so he could watch...
I came again.
Finally his cock started to soften...but I still worked it...stroking and
pulling...pushing my face right into his pubic hairs, his softening cock all
the way in my mouth, my lips at the root of his cock...listening to the
squishing mess that surrounded my nose and mouth... then he pulled away from
me.
Holding his cock in his right hand and my head in his left he looked at
me and laughed with disdain. "You fucking little cocksucking whore! You loved
it! You loved having me fuck your mouth didn't you?!" I slowly nodded my head
up and down, still looking at his dripping heaving cock. He then took his cock
and wiped it all over my face, pushing the squishing mess all over my skin. He
sat back then.
"Play with your cunt for me!" He looked hard at me. I reached down and
put my hands on my cunt. Feeling its wetness. I closed my eyes... I knew how
I must look... face dripping with spit and cum...tits slick with the same...
I came again.
That night I became a cocksucking whore. An oral cum slut. And I always
will. Maybe I will tell some other stories. Some other time.
By
Jessica
I am 23 years old, 5'2 105 lbs and have auburn hair with green eyes, 34c
22 32. This is the story of how I came to love sucking cock.
It was a warm, rainy summer evening in 1990. And as I said goodbye to my
Mother and Father, I was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. I was off
on my first car date! Mike, who was 16, had asked me out that very morning. I
was shocked when he called. Although we knew each other at school I was
unawares that he thought of me in "that way". He apologized for calling me on
a Saturday morning for a date on Saturday night, but a weekend road trip with
his friends had just been cancelled.
I feigned a verbal pout (what's a girl to do!) but in the end I accepted,
without even asking my parents. Not knowing where we were going I asked him
what I should wear.
He replied, "We're going to the movies, so anything is fine, but if your
asking, I have always been partial to short skirts!" He laughed easily over
the phone.
I laughed also, although feeling anxious with anticipation. He said he
would pick me up at 8:00 and said goodbye.
I quickly ran to my Mother and told her what had just happened. She raised
her eyebrows and said it was okay with her if it was okay with Dad. One more
quick run down to the basement to ask my father. He smiled lovingly and said,
"If you like this guy honey...sure, you can go. But you have to be in by
12:00."
I put my arms around him and hugged him tight. "Thanks Daddy!" I said.
He smiled and gently pushed me away, patting me on the fanny and saying
"You better go and get ready! Only eight hours before he picks you up!"
8:00 came and so did Mike. He strolled up the sidewalk in the rain as I
watched from my bedroom window. He was so good looking in school, but all
dolled up for a date he was simply gorgeous! 6'0 and 170 lbs, long brown hair
that always seemed to do whatever it wanted to, no matter how hard he tried to
get it to stay in place. He had smooth skin and lips like Brad Pitt! OH MY
GOD!
My Father answered the door and introduced himself. Shaking Mikes hand he
turned as I bounded down the stairs.
"Hi Mike!" I said, trying to sound normal. I really had taken the better
part of the afternoon to pick out what I was going to wear. And by the look on
Mike's face when he saw me, I knew I had made the right choice. I was wearing
a Bright red tube top with a very short matching mini-skirt (just what he had
asked me to wear). Red fairy boots with ankle socks and a cameo on a tight
black leather strap around my neck. My shoulder length auburn hair was done up
big and wild (it was 1990 afterall) and I had on bright red lipstick and
matching nails.
"By daddy!" I said as I breezed by him.
Mike said goodbye and asked what time to have me in. "Midnight." Was the
reply. "And drive safely."
Mike smiled and said, "No problem Mr. Baumgarten!"
Mike followed me out to the car, rain pouring on both of us, opened the
passenger door and helped me in. My short skirt rode up my thighs as I sat
down, showing more leg than I had anticipated, although much to Mike's delight,
I might add.
Soon we were on our way, he commented on how "hot" I looked, glancing
repeatedly at my exposed thighs. I smiled with nervous anticipation! My first
car date! It felt good to be out and about. And Mike was even more beautiful
up close. His smile glowed and his cologne was making me heady! He had on a
dress shirt and the tightest jeans I had ever seen (again, it was 1990). I
couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. Without even thinking about
it I realized I was getting wet! I fought the urge down, not wanting to create
a stain on my skirt. Although I was a virgin (and intended to stay that way) I
was very aware of the boys in school. Always "checking them out", as Christy,
my girlfriend would say.
Mike took the main road out of town. My brow furrowed as I asked him
where we were going. "To the drive-in theater," he replied.
"Oh," was all I could manage. I had just assumed it would be a movie
theatre. Mike continued driving for a few more minutes as we talked about
school and parents and all the things teens talk about on a Saturday night.
Soon we pulled into the theater, it was just getting dark and the previews
were on the screen. Mike parked the car, his dads Cadilac, and asked what I
wanted from the snack stand. I said I would go with him and we jumped out of
the car into the rain, laughing the whole time. In a short time we were back
in the car, panting from running in the rain and soaked to the bone. My hair
was matted about my face, and water dripped everywhere. Finally we settled in
for the show. It was a grade "B" flick that I don't even remember. About
halfway through Mike leaned into me a little. My heart jumped. What should I
do? I finally settled on leaning into him in return. Our shoulders touch.
Mike lifted his arm with confidence and put in around my shoulder. I layed my
head on his shoulder. The rain was still falling and we had to watch the movie
throught the "snick, snick, snick," of the wipers. At the angle my head was at
I again looked straight at the bulge in Mike's jeans. Once more I could feel
an involuntary sexual response. This time I let it happen, enjoying it. I
rubbed my legs together, up and down, just once, to feel the wetness in my
pussy.
Mike noticed this and daringly put his hand on my thigh and asked, "Are
you cold?"
His hand, soft as velvet, sent an electric shock though me. Lying, I said
"Yes, just a little."
He proceeded to slowly rub my thigh, first on top and then moving his
fingers to the inside where my thighs met. I turned my face to his and reached
up with my right hand, running my fingers into his hair and he met me halfway.
Our lips met, soft and creamy, his tongue probed the soft confines of my mouth,
darting and jabbing, alternately aggressive and passive. Without meaning too,
I moaned out loud. His hand had now moved up to my waist, to the bare skin
above my skirt, my first thought was to stop him, but my hormones got the best
of me. I wanted him to stroke me, to handle me. I moaned again in
affirmation, arching my back and pushing my chest into him. I couldn't believe
what I was doing, but I couldn't help myself.
Mike brought his hand up to my tube top, and for the first time he acted
roughly, pushing the top up over my tits and manhandling my nipples, whispering
in my ear how he had long wanted to touch me. I groaned openly. My nipples,
were standing out, rock hard, as he lowered his head to them. When his tongue
touched my breast I grabbed his head and pulled involuntarily, forcing my tit
into his mouth. I lay my head back on the seat and closed my eyes, panting
heavily, both hands pulling and pushing his head. My hips rocked and squirmed,
rolling my legs back and forth. Mike came up for air and started to kiss me
again, rough, probing.
My own hands started to wander, down his chest, his stomach, his pants. I
couldn't believe I was doing this. But it was like I was unchained. Finally I
reached his pants and cupped his bulge. Mike twitched, his hips bucking into
my hand. I kissed him hard, as he manhandled me. Pushing me back into the
corner of the passenger side of the car he kneeled on the front seat, unbuckled
his pants and unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his
cock, hard and stark in the glow of the dashboard lights, stood stiffly in
front of him. He moved towards me, kissing me hard again. Pinching my nipples
between his fingers, making me groan. He ran his hand up the inside of my
thigh, under my skirt and rubbed the palm of his hand against my wet panties.
My own hands reached down to his cock, stroking its hardness, cupping
his balls. Mike groaned as I did this and it made me dripping wet to know I was
making him feel good. He started to pull down my panties and this was when I
had to stop him. I pushed his hands away, telling him I was a virgin and I
didn't want to fuck. He looked at me, his eyes dancing with fire, but didn't
say a word.
I was laying on my back, propped up in the corner, my hair disheveled, my
tits out and my skirt around my waist. Mike reached in and grabbed my head by
my hair, leaned in and kissed me hard, forcefully. Then, straddling my body,
he brought his cock up to my mouth. At first I just stared at it. It
twitched, as if alive, and a long strand of pre-cum dripped down onto my tits.
He grabbed his cock in his left hand, and with my hair still firmly held by his
right, he pushed his cock against my lips, saying, "Then suck my cock Jessica."
I was scared and excited, feeling submissive to this man who was telling
me what I was going to do. I had never felt that way before. His cock, 7"
long and very thick, pushed at my lips until I opened them.
"Fuck yes!" He said as his cock filled my mouth.
I had my first orgasm on the spot.
My body was shaking and my breathing was labored as he pulled my head and
pushed his cock onto my tongue. I reached down with one hand, and without even
realizing it, I pushed my panties out of the way and started to finger my cunt.
With my other hand I rubbed my nipples, squeezing my tits hard.
His cock was soft yet hard. At first it felt slightly fuzzy on my tongue,
then as it became coated with my saliva, it just felt fat and demanding. Mike
grunted above me, both of his hands in my hair, "Come on! Suck my cock,
dammit!" I started to suck, working my tongue under the head as it rushed
back and forth into my mouth. "Oh fuck yeah!" Mike said. "That's it, that's
it".
The smell of his crotch was intoxicating and I tried harder to bring him
pleasure, everytime I did something right he would moan and thrust harder into
my mouth. My hands worked over my pussy and tits and I became aware of how
slutty I must look, splayed open on my back. Servicing this young man above
me. And it excited me even more.
I came again.
His cock filled my mouth. It's sides scraping the insides of my cheeks.
Drool flowed out of my mouth, down my chin and over my exposed tits, where I
rubbed it into my nipples. I found myself grunting around his cock, slurping
noisily, trying to heighten his pleasure. He was very rough now, literally
fucking my mouth. As his cock hit the back of my throat I gagged and coughed,
instinctively bringing a hand up to his hips to push him away. "Fuck that," he
exclaimed, "suck me bitch!" And he grabbed my head harder and plowed my mouth
even harder. His cock finally thrust into my throat. I gagged, again and
again, and I heard him laugh. It was a disdainful laugh. As if he couldn't
have cared less about my plight.
I came again.
Soon his breathing became ragged, his hips started to lose there rhythm,
he held on to my head harder (if that was possible) and he said "Goddamn it!
Suck me harder...I'm close!"
I was lost in lust. I realized that my mouth was nothing more than a
sperm bank to him. Someplace to spew his load, and I loved it. I reached up
with one hand and cupped his balls, pulling his cock farther into my mouth,
feeling his balls on my chin. He was bent over my head now, humping my mouth
like a dog, his voice squeaking as he groaned.
"I'M CUMMING....SUCK ME GODDAMN IT!"
I came again.
It was as if it was in slow motion now. The head of his cock started to
expand, growing larger and larger, shoving in and out of my mouth. His hips
bucking. I was frantic, fucking my face on his cock, wanting to help him to
relieve himself in my mouth. My hair flew around my head and I brought up my
other hand to jerk his cock for him. Drool and spit were all over my face and
in his pubic hairs, making them a matted dripping mess that literally gushed
saliva all over my face, neck and tits. Every pump of his hips made me grunt
and moan around his cock, "mmmph.....mmmmph....mmph...mmph.." I kneaded his
balls and stroked his cock with as tight a fist as I could make. His cock was
huge now, it had grown thicker and more demanding, expanding to stretch my
lips, filling my mouth to overflow. And then he came. It was as if his cock
exhaled, losing some of its thickness for just a moment, then blowing up to
full hardness in a split second. I felt his cum on my tongue, on the insides
of my wet soft cheeks, spilling onto the back of my throat. It was salty,
slightly bitter...
I came again.
His stomach bucked in and out as he released his load to completion in my
mouth. His body tensed and he froze. My head and hands were a blur as I
continued to milk his cock, drawing out every ropey mess of cum he had. His
cock exhaled again...swelled...more cum...I swallowed...my breath snorting in
and out of my nose...my face, hands, and tits were a dripping mess, "OH YEAH
YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER...SUCK THAT COCK!" Mike bellowed, as I continued to draw
out his sperm. Swell...exhale...swell...exhale...swallow..grunt.. swallow...6,
7, 8, 9, 10 times his cock swelled and exhaled...sperm was on my hands and on
lips, my chin and cheeks, sliding all over my face..."SUCKITSUCKITSUCKIT"... I
gulped twice more...each time my mouth full with his cum...I knew he was
looking down at me... and I swallowed slow...so he could watch...
I came again.
Finally his cock started to soften...but I still worked it...stroking and
pulling...pushing my face right into his pubic hairs, his softening cock all
the way in my mouth, my lips at the root of his cock...listening to the
squishing mess that surrounded my nose and mouth... then he pulled away from
me.
Holding his cock in his right hand and my head in his left he looked at
me and laughed with disdain. "You fucking little cocksucking whore! You loved
it! You loved having me fuck your mouth didn't you?!" I slowly nodded my head
up and down, still looking at his dripping heaving cock. He then took his cock
and wiped it all over my face, pushing the squishing mess all over my skin. He
sat back then.
"Play with your cunt for me!" He looked hard at me. I reached down and
put my hands on my cunt. Feeling its wetness. I closed my eyes... I knew how
I must look... face dripping with spit and cum...tits slick with the same...
I came again.
That night I became a cocksucking whore. An oral cum slut. And I always
will. Maybe I will tell some other stories. Some other time.