I could feel the pressure building in my balls as she moved her mouth over every inch of my phallus. She appeared to be enjoying herself as she would moan slightly when she pushed the last little bit into her throat. She closed her lips tight around my meat stick and pulled to just under the head. Then she loosened her lips then dove back to the bottom to repeat the movement.
She kept up the slow pace for quit a while. I was so turned on by all she was doing, but the feeling was too intense for me to come. That doesn’t seem possible, but that is how it felt to me. In a couple minutes, I think she began to need more as she picked up her pace and started to stroke me in cadence with her oral movements. This was what I needed. The pressure from her fingers wrapped around my girth and the rhythm of her head oscillating on my flesh pin was having the desired affect. My balls and whole midsection for that matter, began to tingle as the pressure was building even higher in my aching balls. I grabbed a handful of her angel soft black hair and pushed her head down gently and shot the first big load down her willing throat. She hummed her thanks and started a fevered pace to bring me off faster. I came harder and harder for the next three or four shots, until my orgasm tapered to a soft finish.
Jess sucked me till my dick was completely limp in her mouth. She swallowed the last remnants of my semen, then pulled up beside on the bed. “How was that?” she asked.
“It was wonderful,” I said as I pulled her face close for a loving kiss. “You just keep getting better and better. Though, you were never bad.” We snuggled on the bed and made small talk for a few minutes until Grammi called us out for breakfast. I quickly got up and darted for the bathroom. Jess had the same idea and pushed me out of the way and sat on the toilet to pee. “Dammit, Jess! My bladder is about to explode.!”
Jess laughed maniacally and simply sat there, prolonging my misery. “How long before you have to let go and piss all over the place?”
“Two and a half seconds,” I said impatiently. She smiled coyly, wiped and slowly abdicated her position on the commode. I quickly took my position at the toilet and let the contents of my bladder flow.
We cleaned up, brushed our teeth and went to her bedroom to get dressed. “Are you kids getting up?” Grammi asked.
“Yes, mom,” Jess said. “We’ll be right out.” We finished dressing and joined the rest of the family at the breakfast table.
Shortly after lunch, I called Tom and asked if he would like to join us uptown for ice cream. It was going to be a warm day. Warm for April anyway. Jess and I thought it a good idea to get together with the friends and get a treat. Tom readily agreed and said he would gather the rest of the “Crew”. “Be sure to bring your hot rod,” Tom said.
After a stop at the car wash, we met at the city’s most popular ice cream parlor. It was also known for bringing in hot rodders for impromptu car shows. We no more than got settled with our treats, when other people with classic hot rods started showing up. I had never done a car show before, so I didn’t know what to do, but after watching a few of the other owners setting up, I had a good idea what was normally done. I opened the hood, the trunk and rolled down the windows.
As the cars continued to file into the parking lot of the ice cream parlor, one of the first to arrive greeted me and introduced himself. “I am Forrest Robertson. And you are?”
“I am Charles Tuttle,” I said shaking his hand. “My family and friends call me Chet.”
“Good to meet you Chet. Very nice car. Did you build it yourself?”
“No, I am sorry I did not,” Humbling myself before him. “I bought the car from a man who had it ninety percent done, then took it to my local body shop and he finished it.”
“Who did the work?”
“Dabi Garcia.”
“Oh, yes. I see the quality. He is one of the best. Are you a member of the Hot Rodders’ Guild?”
“No. Should I be?”
“Yes. Especially with a machine like that. We have many shows during the summer all over the state. They run from Memorial Day to Labor Day. We give trophies for best of show, most and least modified, and other categories. Give me your address and I will send you the membership packet.” He handed me a pad and a pen and I scratched my information on it. “Thank you. I had better greet the rest. I am the president of the Akron Chapter. It would behoove you to introduce yourself to the men in our guild.”
“Thank you,” I said, shaking his hand again. I took Jess’ hand in mine and we walked from car to car introducing ourselves to the other owners. Jess knew a few of them, being from here.
We spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know the members of the Akron Hot Rodders’ Guild. I learned a lot about showing my car and made some great contacts for the shows to follow. The show broke up shortly before six o’clock that evening. I stopped at a local fast food drive-in and picked up our evening meal for the family and my new friends. We all went back to my grandparents’ and ate outside, enjoying the unseasonal warmth of this April evening.
After the meal, “The Crew” and I sat on the patio and played our guitars, as best we could. Jess
brought her piano out, and demonstrated her talent. I was very impressed. We played until ten o’clock when my parents insisted we pack up and get home, saying “We have to work tomorrow and you have school.” Jess gave me a deep kiss and big hug, and we were off. The road back to Sandusky seemed especially long that night. I kept telling myself that prom was two short weeks later. It helped me go forward. And I would see her again the next weekend as well, when we got together with the “Crew” to practice our guitars.
The week was a busy one, so it seemed to go by like a flash. I had my normal guitar lessons on Monday and Thursday, I worked for Grandma Tuttle on Tuesday and Wednesday, and Friday, I finished the painting on the model I had gotten for Christmas from Jess. It was nearing the point where I would start the assemble process. Jess was becoming impatient to see it finished. Of course I spoke with Jess on a nightly basis. The conversations were getting racier than ever. We were so horny for each other that we thought we would not be able to hold out till Prom night.
Saturday, Jess and the “Crew” invaded our house. This was the weekend for me to host the practice session. A few of my school friends joined us with the jam. Some were better musicians, and others were at about the level we were. The more experienced players were very helpful and encouraging to we lesser players. At one point we did a head count, and had thirteen players. We would have had more, but there were a couple missing from Jess’ Akron crew. One of my Sandusky friends stated that a couple more wanted to come out today, but didn’t know that they would be welcome. I told him, that was silly, that the more the merrier and that we were here for a common cause.
Mom and Dad surprised the entire group with a catered meal late in the afternoon. They seemed happy we were all together. We had pulled smoked pork sandwiches, baked beans , and potato and macaroni salads. Once we had devoured nearly everything set for us, we went back to playing our instruments. We played till dark, when the members of Jess’ crew needed to pack up and head for home. The local boys left at about the same time.
Once the guests were all gone, Jess and I excused ourselves to get in the shower. “Is that all you’re going to do?” Mom inquired.
“We aren’t going to have sex, if that is what you’re implying,” Jess replied with a little annoyance in her voice.
“Easy sis,” Mom said. “I was just teasing. A-and a little hopeful.”
“Patience Mom,” I said. “There is only one week left till Prom and we plan… Hope…. You know.”
“C’mon Chet, I wanna get in the shower. I stink.” Jess grabbed my hand and pulled into the bathroom, where she proceeded to tear at my clothing.
“Patience, baby. What’s the hurry anyway?” I asked.
“I am so fucking horny. I need you make me cum.” I needed no more coaxing. I quickly finished undressing and helped Jess get out of her things. She tuned and bent slightly to get the water set for the shower. I did as any normal, albeit horny, teen-aged male would do. I checked her fine rounded ass. I had seen it many times, but I was no less enthralled with the sight of it. The separation of a week apart only served to make me appreciate more the attributes of the young woman who stands naked before me. She was right about smelling. I would argue that she did not stink, though. The heat from her aroused pussy was evident in the sweet aroma filling the small room. My cock responded immediately and sprang to full attention.
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