He kissed me, the door closing at the same time, cut off from the probing eyes of the world. He pushed me against the door, his knee pushing between my legs until I relented, spreading them submissively his tongue searching deep into my mouth. His hands fondled my cashmere covered breasts, his hand insistent as they pinched and prodded my growing nipples. He took my breath away with his kiss my hands going around his waist and holding him against me as I do with Steven. My legs spread wider until I felt it, his hard, demanding cock jerking against my pussy. He began to grind against me as if he were fucking me. Would he take my innocence from me tonight? I knew that before I left, he would have taught me so much more. Sexually.
It was long minutes before he broke off the kiss, my lungs trying to fill with precious air. “I hope you’re not hungry for food. I plan to feed something else to you.”
I followed him like a puppy. We didn’t go into the den, but the living room instead. It was more formal, almost naughtier for what he was going to do to me. He didn’t kiss me again, but pulled my sweater over my head and threw it on the sofa. I was standing bare breasted in front of him, my hard nipples sticking out so far that it looked as though they were trying to reach his fingers. His large hands encircled them with a familiarity, the tips springing to life as his calloused fingers raced over them. Even when he pinched too tight and yanked them out, I stood firm, the delicious pain in my stretched nipple flesh racing between my legs to soak my panties. His mouth was even more demanding, his teeth capturing one of my nipples, grinding back and forth over it, feeling like a knife slicing through it. The pain mixed with the pleasure, my legs barely able to keep me up.
He pulled away from me, looking at my glistening breasts from his spit, teeth marks encircling one of my swollen nipples. His hands moved to my shoulders, feeling him begin to press down on them. I knew what he wanted. I gently kneeled on the floor in front of him, looking up to see his cock outlined on the front of his pants only inches from my face.
“Touch it,” his voice commanding me to do his sexual bidding.
My hands went to the front of his pants, my tiny fingers outlining the thick shaft that threatened to tear from his pants. I pinched it, but it felt like steel, pushing up with my fingers, surprised that it was so long. It went up almost to his waist where I felt it thicken to a dome. I had seen pictures of cocks, but not erect ones. And this one was definitely erect. I licked my lips, getting my lips wet subconsciously. I knew that I would have to take it in my mouth, there was no other reason to be on my reason. He didn’t want my hand, but my mouth. It was bad enough when he emptied his condom in my mouth. What would it be like when his cock spewed his cum directly into my mouth? I followed his instructions and they were detailed and explicit. My hands slid his zipper down, the noise breaking the silence of the room. I unbuckled his belt and undid the top button, pulling his pants back. He was wearing boxers and his cock strained to get out. I reached in, touching the hot flesh of a hard cock for the first time. I pulled back, surprised that it was so hot, but Michael encouraged me back. My hands curled around the thick shaft, my eyes trying to catch a glimpse of it. I didn’t want to, but I released it so I could pull his boxers down his legs. He had thick, muscles thighs, covered with black hair. But my eyes were on his erection, the thick throbbing cock bobbing so hard that it almost touched my lips. It was heavily veined, dark blue veins running up the side to disappear when it got to the almost purple dome. A thick ridge around it made it look more like a helmet. I blushed as I saw Michael looking down at me.
I kissed it, just like Michael ordered me to. My lips pursed as they moved close to the tip, covered with the shiny cum that had already leaked from its tip. My tongue licked all over the head, lapping up his slick cum like a kitten with a bowl of milk, filling my mouth with the familiar taste of his salty cum.
“Open wide,” Michael taking hold of his cock, rubbing it all over my lips as he tilted my head back until I was looking into his eyes. He wanted to see my face as his cock entered my virgin mouth. I opened wide, surprised that the head of his cock barely fit in my lips.
“Lick the head Jessie,” Michael encouraged me. It jerked in my mouth when my tongue raced around the thick helmet, finding the sensitive area just beneath the rim as though I had sucked a thousand cocks before. “It likes that Jessie.”
I felt the rubbery head of his cock in my mouth, my lips stretched tightly around it until they tugged beneath the rim, trapping it. My tongue went to work on it as if I knew what I was doing, his jerking cock making it as though I was doing the right thing. I began to suck on it, feeling spit dribbling down my chin. My mouth was filled with the salty taste of cum, sure that he had already cum. Michael smiled down at me, his hands gentle as they pushed the hair from my forehead, only mumbled sounds coming from my stuffed mouth. I was trying to breathe, my nose flaring as I sucked in air through my nose to fill my starving lungs.
My head moved up and down, as the slippery wet cock began to slide easier between my stretched lips, trying to stop the gurgling sound that came from my mouth as I began to suck his cock. Yes, I said it. I was sucking his cock. I was kneeling half naked in front of Steven’s father, his thick cock in my mouth and I was sucking him with all my inexperienced but youthful exuberance. His hands slid down my chest until they found my nipples, tugging and pulling on them until he aroused them to hardened tips. All the while I was taking more and more of his cock in my mouth, not believing that four inches of it was still outside my lips even though the thick head was pushing against my tonsils. I gagged once and almost swallowed the head of his cock by mistake when my throat opened up.
His hips began to move, rhythmically thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth as if it were my pussy. Wishing it was his cock taking my virginity between my legs, not my mouth. My hand reached out instinctively to feel his balls, the prickly hair tickling the palm of my hand. I squeezed until I felt the twin balls inside, my hands following them around as they moved mysteriously. I heard Michael moaning, knowing that my mouth and hand was having an affect on him. I wondered where all his cum would go when he came in my mouth, his cock already filling every nook in cranny in my mouth. His hands left my breasts and stroked my head, guiding it up and down in rhythm with his thrusting hips.
It hit me hard, Michael’s hand getting tighter as he pulled me onto his throbbing cock like one would put a sock on their foot. It pushed to the back of my mouth and then I was sure that it grew bigger, my lips aching as they stretched to accommodate the thick shaft. Michael bucked as he came, trying to get away when a jet of hot cum flew out the end of his cock and shot directly into my throat as I choked and gagged. But he held me tight, my mouth filling as he shot a second load of cum that made my cheeks bow out from the abundant crème that filled my mouth. I felt it leaking from my stretched lips, the thick cum slowly running down my chin, the fluid still hot from his balls. And my hands milked his balls of his cum instinctively. He shot one more time before his hands relaxed on my head. As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he left a trail of thick cum on my lips. His finger scooped up the cum on my chin and pushed it back into my mouth. He lifted my head back, his hand caressing my outstretched throat.
“Swallow it. Show me how much you like drinking my cum.” He massaged my throat as I struggled to swallow the thick cum, feeling it sliding down into my stomach slowly. It took me a couple of minutes until I was finished, my stomach heavy with his cum. He helped me up like a gentlemen, as if I was kneeling in prayer, not sucking his cock. We went in for dinner, Michael not letting me put my sweater back on, feeling embarrassed each time he looked at me and my naked breasts. I had to be careful not to spill anything, afraid of burning my breasts. And my nipples stayed erect all through dinner.
Michael had his brandy and cigar in the den. I was kneeling at his chair like a servant girl as he fed his cock into my mouth again. This time he guided my head, taking his time, making me suck his cock for over a half an hour. His cock never left my mouth, struggling to breathe at the same time I sucked his cock with enthusiasm. By time he finished his cigar, my tongue was tired, but Michael was just getting going. My hands gripped the side of the chair as he pulled my face down over his cock until I felt the head of his cock tickling my tonsils. I gagged, but Michael’s hands became more insistent. Before I knew what was happening, I choked and gagged, the thick head of his cock breaching the tightness of my throat. I struggled to pull back, but Michael was stronger, gurgling and babbling incoherently as his cock filled my throat with his thick flesh. I never felt anything like it. It was like a giant snake moving down into my stomach. I choked and gagged, but Michael only pumped his cock in and out of my throat. I didn’t taste his cum that time for he pumped it directly into my stomach, his cock swelling in my throat as my muscles rippled up and down the shaft. He finally pulled his cock from my throat, my throat rubbed raw. His cock didn’t leave my mouth until my tongue licked every inch of his softening cock.
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