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 That wasn't actually the end of it, though.  I thought it would be...But I
was woken up a while later by Josh leaning over me, kissing me.  I looked
around, confused for a minute, and then put my arms around him...Sleepily
happy to find him lying next to me in my bed.  "Hi," I whispered.

   "Hi back." I looked over at my clock; it was 6 in the morning.  Dim
light was already shining into the room.  I remembered suddenly that I
hadn't brushed my teeth before falling asleep, after I let Josh cum in my
mouth.  I decided not to mention it.

   "What're you doing here?" I asked, honestly curious.

   "I missed you," he said.  "You're so hot...I woke up thinking about
you." That was sweet.  I smiled and curled up to him.  I immediately felt
his hand slip up under my panties and start rubbing my butt softly.  We
kissed for a while, lying next to each other, while his hand explored my
ass and my lower back.

   "You know what's nice about this?" He asked, after a few minutes.

   "What?"

   "It was so dark last night, I couldn't even see you that well.  Now I
can get a better look at you."

   I laughed quietly and kissed him again.

   "Know what else?" he asked.

   I shook my head.

   "I've never actually seen you naked."

   I blushed.

   "Seems hardly fair," he said softly.  "After all, you got to see me."

   I was feeling brave.  Maybe it was the fact that I was still
half-asleep, or the knowledge that I'd already made him cum - he felt like
mine in some weird way, and like I'd already done so much, there were no
secrets anymore.  I don't really know the reason.  Don't know what made me
giggle and offer: "Want me to strip for you?"

   He immediately brightened.  Laughing a little himself, he said, "Hell
yeah!" and pushed himself up a little on the bed, getting ready for a show.
I was really blushing hard now - saying it had been a lot easier than
actually getting up to do it - but I felt kindof sexy, too.  I slid off the
bed and walked around to the foot of it.  The morning light made everything
dusky and blue-gray.  It was chilly, out from under my covers.  I could
immediately feel my nipples getting hard.  I wasn't surprised to nitice
that I was getting wet again, too...Stripping for this guy while my parents
were asleep in the next room was pretty sexy to me.

   That reminded me, though..."My parents are gonna wake up in like an
hour," I said, kinda standing there self-consciously holding my t-shirt
down over my panties.  Putting off doing a show for him.  Realizing that my
nipples were standing out through my shirt.

   "That's okay," he said, "An hour's a long time." Watching me
expectantly.

   So, taking a deep breath, I slid my tshirt slowly off.  I was trying to
be kinda sexy about it, but I was way too shy to, like dance or anything.
So I just did it slowly, and then stood there in front of him, feeling
self-conscious, no idea what to do with my hands.

   He stared at me for a few seconds, standing there in my panties.  I
smiled nervously.  I stole q cuick glance down at myself, pale and small in
the gray light, nipples jutting out, and wondered why he found me so
attractive. .He motioned for me to turn around, and I did, letting him get
a good look at my butt (which I knew was nice, at least).  When I turned
back around, he was making silent clapping motions.  Then he took both
hands and made a gesture downward with his index fingers - a "Take off your
panties" gesture.  I was still bright red, but I did as he said, slipping
them slowly down my legs, and finally stepping out of them.  I was now
completely naked, and I could feel his eyes on my pussy.  I wondered if he
could tell I was really wet.  He motioned and I turned around again,
letting him see all of me.

   He gazed at me, smiling, for a few seconds - what seemed like forever.
Then, just as I was really getting desperate about what to do with my
hands, he stood up and came over to me.

   We'd never been standing up together.  He towered over me.  He put his
hands around my waist, linking them in the back, resting on my ass, and
looked down at me.  "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he said.

   I found this hard to believe.  My tits were really small...My hips were
narrow...I felt like I looked like a kid.  Which I did.  Maybe that's what
turned him on.  The fact of it was undeniable, though: I could feel his
hardon pressing into my stomach.

   He kissed my forehead, and then bent down and kissed my lips briefly. 
"Can you tell you've got me turned on again?" he asked.

   I nodded.

   He leaned down a little and whispered in my ear, "Will you go down on me
again?"

   I hesitated for a moment.  For one thing, I was really cold.  For
another, he was asking me to get down on my knees and do it...Where he'd be
able to watch me.  But the truth is...I wanted to.  For some reason I
liked...Well, servicing him, I guess.  I liked the idea of pleasing him
without getting anything...Like I was letting him use me.  It made me feel
sexy.  And I knew I was gonna do it even before I nodded and whispered
"Okay", and then slowly kneeled down in front of him.

   Just kneeling, my face was a little below his crotch, so I propped my
feet up under my butt to make me a little higher.  Then I reached forward
and fumbled with his belt.  It took a few secs to get it undone and
unbutton his pants, which made me feel stupid - like he didn't already know
how inexperienced I was.  Finally I got his pants undone, and pulled them
down.  That made his cock sortof pop out, bouncing a little in front of my
face.  I grabbed it with my right hand and opened my mouth, but closed it
again when I heard him whisper, "Wait," above me.

   His hand was behind my head, stroking my hair, gently holding me.  He
put his other hand under my chin and lifted my face up until I was looking
up at him.  Making eye contact was embarrassing...His face seemed really
far away.  He looked down at me, naked on my knees on the floor holding his
penis inches from my face, and smiled.  "You look really sexy like this,"
he whispered.

   I was still really wet and turned on.  I felt really sexy like this. 
Embarrassed - humiliated even - but sexy anyway.  I didn't know why.  I
smiled at him, stroking his cock gently right at my face.  He briefly
closed his eyes, sighing, and then looked back at me.  "Open your mouth,"
he told me.  I obediently opened my mouth, still looking right into his
eyes.  "Don't close it til I tell you to, sweetie," he said, and slowly -
very slowly - pulled me forward.

   I didn't see his cock enter my mouth, because I was still locking eyes
with him.  I just felt it bump my lips and then rest on my tongue.  Still
salty and warm.  I flattened my tongue, letting as much of it as I could
touch him.  I had my mouth open as wide as it would comfortably go, and his
penis didn't quite touch my top lip.  He looked down at me in silence for a
few moments, rocking back and forth slightly so that his dick slid back and
forth on my tongue.  "That feels so good, Molly," he said softly.  And
finally - just as I realized that I was in serious danger of starting to
drool - "Close your mouth on it."

   I closed my mouth and used that excuse to close my eyes, too.  It may
have turned me on, but there was only so much I could take...I was just too
shy to keep looking right into his eyes while he slid his penis in and out
of my mouth.  Closing my eyes made me feel bolder, and I started bobbing my
head as fast as I could up and down on him.  I knew he was watching me...I
wanted him to see me working.  I could feel already that this position - on
my knees - was going to be more comfortable than how I had done it earlier
that night - I didn't have to hold my head up, so my neck wouldn't get as
tired.  It might feel sluttier, but it was easier.  My right hand was still
holding the base of his cock, and my left hand was resting on my left knee.
For a few minutes, it was hard to tell whether he was moving my head or I
was.  I picked up a rhythm: in, out, back and forth between my lips,
pushing across my tongue, breathing in time through my nose.

   But he stopped me before too long had passed, holding my head steady,
not letting me move.  Holding just the tipof his cock in my mouth, where I
could feel a drop of precum slowly leak out of him and land on my tongue. I
swallowed it, waiting motionless to find out what he wanted me to do.

   "Look up at me," he whispered, and I opened my eyes and looked up into
his eyes, with my lips stretched around his cock.  He was breathing harder.
He pulled my head forward, pushing me down a little further on his cock,
until I had just about as much as I could fit without gagging in my mouth.
"I don't want to cum too fast," he said.  "We have an hour..."

   I think my eyes widened a little.  I hadn't even thought about the idea
that he might want to drag it out.  The first time had probably only taken
about ten minutes.  I wasn't sure I could do it for an hour.  It was hard
work, really.  But again, the thought of him making me do it for as long as
he wanted me to still turned me on.  I nodded around my mouthful of dick.
He smiled again.  "Suck on it, baby," he said.

   He kept my head held steady, so I understood that he didn't want me to
move back and forth - just to suck.  I caved my cheeks in, creating
pressure around him, and dutifully started to suck on it like I would suck
my thumb (except that it was a lot bigger).  I sucked like it was a big
straw, in slow waves - pulses of sucking.  With each pulse, my tongue would
tighten around his penis, and then release a little bit.  Every once in a
while I'd have to swallow, sometimes tasting a little of his precum along
with my own saliva.  The occasional noise slipped out, but since he wasn't
moving I could keep it to a minimum.  I looked up at him every few seconds,
but his eyes were closed...He was really liking it.

   We kept doing this for a few minutes.  I don't know how long, really.  I
was still very aware of my nakedness, and the fact that I was still sortof
cold.  I really wished I could have put some clothes back on...But I knew
part of the turn-on for him was seeing me completely naked while I did it.
Part of the turn-on for me, too.  I realized suddenly that I had already
decided I would let him cum in my mouth.  I would swallow it, too.  He
really liked it...And I was actually looking forward to it.  The
sweatiness, the excitement, the chaos of the moment when he tightened his
grip on my head and pushed a little too far into me and filled my mouth
with his cum.  The sudden flood.  Thinking about it made me suck harder on
his penis.  After a while, he opened his eyes and looked down at me.

   "Remember before, how it went in too far and you had a rough time with
it?" he asked.  I nodded, thinking "Had a rough time" was a nice way to
describe my coughing fit when his cock briefly gagged me by accident.

   He was looking right into my eyes again, while I kept slowly sucking his
dick.  "It might be easier if you're expecting it..." he said.  He wanted
to try pushing it into my throat.  He wanted to see if I could deep throat
him.

   This scared me a little.  It would definitely be really uncomfortable,
and I might gag even worse.  God, I thought, what if I throw up?  But I
knew guys really liked that - it was like the best thing you could do when
you were giving a guy a blowjob.  And of course I knew I'd let him, no
matter how much it scared me.  I nodded again, hoping it wasn't too obvious
how nervous I was.  Without really thinking about it, I took my right hand
away from his dick, resting it on my knees with the other one, like I was
giving him control over my mouth.  He kept cradling my head gently.  "You
ready?" he asked.  I nodded, trying to prepare myself.  And he started
pushing forward, holding my head steady.

   It happened pretty quickly: I could feel his cock touch the back of my
throat, and started trying desperately to control my gag reflex.  Without
stopping, it pushed further and further, the tip of his cock opening my
throat, pushing into it.  It felt huge.  It felt foreign.  It hurt a
little. I couldn't breathe.  I don't know how much of it was in my throat
before I raised a hand and pushed him back, breathing heavily through my
nose.  The whole thing had only taken a few seconds.  My eyes were tearing
up pretty seriously.  But I hadn't choked on it.  I didn't have to take him
out of my mouth to cough.  All in all, it hadn't really been that bad.  And
it had really turned me on, the invasion...It felt really intimate.  Not
only was I letting him have sex with my mouth, but I was letting him deep
in me.  I was braving discomfort for his pleasure.  I liked it.  I wanted
to get him all inside me.  I looked up at him and smiled.  "You okay?" he
asked.  I nodded and made a little "mm-hmm" noise with my mouth.  "Do you
want to try again?" I nodded and put my hands back down on my thighs.  He
pushed back into me.

   Again I felt the widening of my esophagus as his penis pushed down my
throat.  I held my breath and fought the gag reflex.  Little gagging noises
were escaping from me, but it was okay.  I reflexively swallowed several
times.  My lips involuntarily opened around his dick, but I still couldn't
breathe because it was completely filling my throat - molding to it,
filling every millimeter.  He kept pushing, holding my head when it
instinctively tried to pull back.  And then suddenly I felt my nose crush
against his pelvis.  He was all the way inside me.  It felt like he must be
halfway down to my stomach.  I could feel him completely - I could feel
inches of him rubbing against my esophagus.  I closed my lips again,
thinking, my God, his cock is all the way in me...Completely in me...Down
my throat...

   And then I had to pull off him...I was running out of air, and I was
about to start really gagging.  I had to sortof take him out of my mouth
this time and cough softly a few times, but as soon as I oculd I put it
back in my mouth and looked back up at him, trying to smile around his cock
to let him know it was okay.  My throat was kindof sore.  It hurt - it
definitely wasn't made for this.  He was breathing hard, and I swear he was
actually bigger than he'd been a few seconds ago - it must really have
turned him on.  He whispered down at me, stroking my cheek.  "I can't
believe you got it all the way in," he said.  I half-smiled again.  "Was it
okay?" he asked.  I nodded, sucking on him while I did.

   He grinned down at me.  "Do you like doing this?" he asked me.  I smiled
and nodded again, making the "mm-hmm" noise.  At that he slowly withdrew
his penis from my mouth, holding my head steady.  He cupped my chin again.

   "You like sucking my dick?" he asked.

   I blushed a little at how dirty he made it sound.  "Yes," I said softly.


   "Why do you think you like it?"

   "I dunno...I just like making you happy."

   He smiled, a little mischievously, a little wickedly.  "Say it," he told
me.

   I was really turning red now.  Doing it was easier than saying it.  "I
like sucking your dick," I said, feeling deliciously dirty as I said it. 
It felt like he was breaking me down...Breaking down the good girl that I
was to everyone else and turning me into this dirty girl that liked to suck
dick on her knees.

   "Do you want to swallow this time?" he asked.

   I nodded.  "Yes."

   "Say it."

   "I'll swallow this time."

   "Swallow what?"

   "I'll swallow your cum."

   His smile broadened.  "I like hearing you talk dirty, Molly," he said.
And as he said it, he grabbed his cock and started to rub it on my face.

   I was kindof shocked.  My first instinct was to pull away.  It was wet
from my saliva, and it was...Smearing all over me.  But I kept my head
still, looking up at him, letting him rub it over my cheeks, across my
nose.

   "Was it okay, deep-throating it?" he asked.

   I nodded.  Then remembered that he liked me to talk dirty, I repeated
back: "I liked deep-throating you."

   "Did it hurt?"

   "A little."

   "I want to do it again...And I want you to look right up at me this
time, okay?"

   I hadn't realized it at the time - I had shut my eyes tight while he was
doing it.  "Okay."

   "Open your mouth."

   I opened wide, and he slowly pushed his cock between my lips again.  I
kept my eyes locked on his.  It filled my mouth, and I felt it touch the
back of my throat.  I started fighting the urge to gag.  Slowly it pushed
further in.  He was looking down at me, lips slightly parted, breathing
heavily as he watched me swallow his dick.  My eyes were tearing again, and
I had to blink a bunch of times.  He kept pulling my head forward, pulling
me toward his crotch, impaling me on his dick.  I felt it widening my
throat again.  I wondered if he could actually see my neck bulging out.  It
felt like it must be - like he'd be able to see his penis in my throat. 
And then he was all the way in me again, pulsing in my throat, while I
stared up at him, mouth stretched wide around his cock.  Swallowing madly,
trying to keep from choking on him.  Making gross noises in my throat as he
gagged me with his dick.

   I pulled off a few seconds later, really coughing this time.  I'd tried
too hard.  I still wasn't very good at it.  My throat was really sore, and
my jaws hurt too.  I looked down as I tried to regain myself.  "Sorry," I
whispered.

   "It's okay," he said.  "That was really sexy, baby."

   I slowly managed to catch my breath.  I got back up on my knees and
licked it for him a couple of times.  I was hoping he was...Well, done now
- that he'd cum soon.  I snuck a glance at the clock - it was almost 6:30.
I'd been sucking his dick for like twenty minutes.  I took a deep breath
and put it back in my mouth, starting to bob up and down on him - not deep
enough to gag anymore - hoping he'd figure out that I wanted him to cum.

   He didn't take the hint.  "Just lick it for a while, honey," he said,
and withdrew a little.  I grabbed it by the base and licked the underside
of it, looking up at him, with a look that I hope said, "I like doing this,
but I want you to cum".

   He kept me just using my tongue and my lips for several minutes, though.
He had me kiss him right below the tip of his penis, on the underside - he
said that was the most sensitive place.  He'd have me lick it for a while,
then kiss him there, and rub my lips up and down the underside of his dick.
He kept talking dirty while I did it, making me respond to him sometimes.
He'd make me tell him, "I like being on my knees sucking your dick." "I
like licking your cock."

   Finally, he said, "So are you a cocksucker?"

   I hesitated.  That kindof seemed like more than just "I like sucking
your cock." It was like a definition.  Not, "I'm an honor student, I play
volleyball, I have lots of friends, and for some reason giving my older
brother's friend - who I barely know - my first blowjob is really turning
me on," but just..."I'm a cocksucker".

   But that thought turned me on, too.  Even while I told myself, in my
head, that it wasn't really true, I looked up at him and whispered, "Yes."

   "Yes what?"

   "Yes...I'm a cocksucker."

   With that, he pushed his penis back into my mouth, and I started really
working on him again.  He rested his hands on my head and closed his eyes,
pumping slightly in and out of my mouth.  Thank God, he didn't seem like he
wanted me to deepthroat him anymore - I wasn't sure I could handle any more
of that.

   I thought this meant he was finally getting ready to cum, but...Maybe it
was that he was probably hung over, and overtired.  Maybe it was just that
he had really good control.  At the time, I thought it was because I wasn't
doing a good enough job.  I felt bad, and the longer it took, the more
inadequate I felt.  He must be frustrated, that I'm so inexperienced I
can't get him to cum, I thought.  Whatever the reason, I kept sucking his
dick for what seemed like ever.  My jaw was aching really bad.  I couldn't
even feel my lips anymore.  My throat was still sore, and every once in a
while he'd bump into the back of my throat, making me gag again.  It seemed
like I couldn't even remember when I wasn't kneeling on the floor with his
cock in my mouth.  My legs had fallen asleep, and my feet hurt from
propping my butt up on them.  It was a marathon.

   I kept sucking and sucking.  I'd look up every once in a while, but he
had his eyes closed most of the time.  Just pumping his cock between my
lips.  He wasn't even paying attention to me anymore...Just using my mouth.
Every once in a while I'd speed up, trying to get him over the edge, but
I'd get tired and have to slow down again.

   I was starting to think I was gonna have to just give up - stop doing it
and tell him I just couldn't anymore - when he finally said, "I'm gonna
cum, Molly..." I gathered up my last bit of energy and started going
faster, up and down his cock.  I was proud that I'd finally got him to cum.


   "I'm gonna try something a little different, this time, honey," he
whispered as I sucked him.  I breathed harder through my nose - I was
pretty sure I knew what he meant.  He was going to put it all the way down
my throat again while he came.  He was going to shove his cock down my
throat and shoot his cum right into my stomach.  I tried to prepare myself.
It was scary - I was really afraid I'd choke.  God, I thought, what if I
throw up?  But he wanted to...And after this long...Well, I already knew I
was going to let him.  I wasn't sure if the thought of it turned me on or
not, but either way I'd let him have his way.

   The first spurt of his cum shot out into my mouth, just as surprising
this time as it had been earlier in the night, the first time he came in my
mouth.  I was ready for him to pull my head down on him again.  But
instead, he went the other way.  With his left hand holding the back of my
head, he took his cock out of my mouth.  I caught a quick look of him
jerking his cock right in front of my face, and then I had to shut my eyes
because the next spurt hit me right in the face.

   I sat there with my eyes scrunched shut, mouth closed.  I barely had
time to think "Gross, he's cumming on my face"...Barely time to be
surprised.  He was covering my face with his sperm.  The first shot had hit
me almost right in the left eye.  The next one went on my right cheek.  My
head automatically started to jerk back, but he held me steady with one
hand, holding my face right in front of his shooting penis.  I could feel
it hitting me and dripping down my face.  A shot hit me on the lips, and
another on the forehead...And then it was over.  I gasped for breath and a
drop of cum dripped into my mouth.  I reflexively started to reach up, to
wipe my face off, when he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

   "Shhhh...You look so sexy," he whispered, and I heard him crouching down
in front of me.  I moved out of my position, grateful I could finally get
off my heels and knees...I moved to lotus position, still keeping my eyes
closed.  Normally I would have been embarassed in a position like
this...Sitting this way left my thighs spread and my pussy exposed.  But I
was still sortof shocked.  All I could think was that I had to get into a
more comfortable position...And that Josh had just cum all over my face.  I
sat there for a few seconds, and I could feel him watching me, just looking
at my face covered in his cum.  I felt a little of it drip off my cheek and
land on my right breast.

   Then I felt his fingers on me, two of them, gently cleaning a glob of
cum from my eye socket.  A second later, I felt his fingers at my lips and
I opened my mouth obediently and sucked his cum off his fingers.  I
swallowed and waited.

   Slowly Josh cleaned my face, wiping his sperm off and putting it in my
mouth.  I swallowed each small mouthful.  When I could open my eyes I saw
that he had a tender expression on his face as he cleaned me up.  As he fed
me his cum.  I smiled weakly as I sucked on his fingers.

   "Was that okay?" he asked me.

   "I guess so," I replied.  "It was kindof gross." I almost felt mad at
him, but not quite.  Cumming on a girl's face...Well, it was demeaning.  It
made me feel even sluttier than I already had.  But part of me still liked
it...Liked being humiliated like that.  A big enough part of me that I
wasn't really mad.

   He nodded.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "It really turned me on, though."

   I smiled again.  "I'm glad."

   My face was now more or less clean - he had even gotten the drop on my
breast - but I felt like there was still a thin layer of cum that he'd
missed, drying on my face.  I wondered if he could see it.

   As if reading my mind, Josh said, "I missed a little bit...Close your
eyes again." I did, and a second later I felt something soft wiping my face
off.  With a little shock, I realized it must be my panties.  I wondered if
they were the first thing he found, or...More likely he thought it was
sexy, wiping his sperm off my face with my own panties.  I made a mental
note to wash them before I wore them again - I wasn't sure if there was
enough of his sperm left on my face to get me pregnant (probably not), but
I wasn't gonna find out.

   I still felt dirty when I opened my eyes again - I would wash my face
like three times after he left - but a little better, I guess.  Then I took
another peek at the clock.  It was 6:50.  I'd been sucking his cock for
almost an hour.  My parents could be up any second!  "Shit," I whispered,
"You've gotta get out of here!"

   Josh looked too, and smiled a little as he stood up.  "Yeah, I guess
so," he said.  He pulled his pants up.  But before he left, he made me give
him my email address, and told me he'd call me from school sometimes.  That
made me feel good - I still knew perfectly well I wasn't his girlfriend,
but at least I wasn't a total one-night stand who he never intended to talk
to again.  He kissed me on the neck and the ear as he left - not getting
his lips anywhere near all the places his cum had been - and then he was
gone.  Just like that.

   I sat there on the floor for a few seconds, gathering myself.  I was
still naked.  And still cold, I realized.  I had just sucked off myolder
brother's friend twice in one night.  I'd deep-throated him.  I'd let him
cum in my mouth and on my face.  I'd let him do some pretty slutty things
to me.  I wondered if I'd feel very different in the morning.

   Suddenly I felt mad.  I felt used.  I was mad at him for making me call
myself a cocksucker, mad at myself for letting him do it, for just going
along with all the things he wanted me to do.  I told myself it hadn't
really turned me on - I was just caught up int he momeht, letting myself
think I was turned on because he was turned on, because he wanted me to
like it.  I wasn't that kind of girl!  I actually promised myself I would
never give another blowjob.  Or at least not til I was a lot older.

   Then I shakily stood up, stretching my legs, and put my tshirt back on.
I got out a new pair of panties and slid them on, too.  It felt good to be
wearing clothes again.  I crept quietly across the hall and washed my face
thoroughly - really thoroughlt - and finally brushed my teeth.  Snuck back
to my room.  Slide into bed.  And suddenly realized I was still incredibly
turned on.  I couldn't even help myself.  I pulled my panties back down to
my knees and started fingering myself.  I came in just a few minutes, maybe
the biggest orgasm I'd ever had, shaking with it.  As I came, the feeling
of his cum splashing on my face kept running through my mind.  And I
realized that it really had turned me on.  I fell asleep, with my panties
still bunched around my knees and my own words echoing in my head: "I'm a
cocksucker...I'm a cocksucker..."

   When I woke up again it was almost noon.  Peter and Josh and the guys
had already left.  Two weeks passed and he didn't call me.  I was starting
to think he'd just been saying he'd call me, that I really hadbeen just a
one-night stand...But he finally did call.  And then he called regularly.