From: an338903@anon.penet.fi (Jackie)
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Subject: *NEW: Rock Concert Coupling (M/f, mast, oral, cons)
Date: Sun, 12 Nov 1995 07:35:56 GMT
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This story contains graphic descriptions of female/Male oral sex,

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Hi again,



I hope you enjoy reading this story. If you want to hear more, let

me know.



Any comments, pats on the back (or elsewhere), and constructive

criticisms will be *gratefully* accepted. Flames will be totally

ignored. Thanks.



                      Jackie

                      xoxox



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             Rock Concert Coupling



               (Copyright 1995)



      by Jackie (an338903@anon.penet.fi)









I have been patiently waiting to again see my lover, Daniel, for

over three weeks. His being a senior at a trade school in the next

state is really "the pits." This endless waiting, and unrelentless

craving for his hard muscular body, has been driving me crazy, as

well as making every single cell in my young fourteen-year-old

body extremely horny. My long red nipples always seem to be hard

as large pebbles and my blond fuzz-covered slit always seems to be

sooo swollen, sopping wet, and continuously itchy, those distended

plump pussy lips hanging down even further than usual. 



Every time I see a guy with a large bulging swaying basket, my

gaping puss begins sharply tingling and the tip of my long tongue

automatically trails across my moist parted lips, making them even

wetter as I imagine how "long and fat" his joy-stick might balloon.

I have to be sooo careful that I don't give him even a slight flirty

smile, cause with my pink wet pussy in such a  hot agitated state,

*just* one single friendly little peck on my cheek and this young

agile body would be all over him, wrapped tighter than a second

skin. God, I am so glad I'm seeing my Daniel today. I don't know

if I could have lasted another week without feeling his long, fat

baby-maker in my thirsting mouth, then my hungry, overheated

puss.



Meeting Daniel inside a rock concert was by no means my first

choice. "I" would have liked somewhere a *lot* more private, but

feeling so loved-starved and needing him so badly, I would have

met him anywhere! My flat stomach and pouting pussy have been

wildly twitching all afternoon in anticipation of seeing him as I

vividly re-lived over and over in my mind the totally consuming,

unbridled passion when last our lusting sweaty bodies melded

together as one. Even a rough, vigorous stroking through my very

soggy curly forest has not been able to satisfy this deep primeval

yearning.



Tonight, I have dressed as Daniel likes: a black "liquid leather"

mini-skirt, well above the mid-point of my smooth creamy thigh,

that just "flows" over my lower body, accenting my firm youthful

curves and just covering my volleyball shaped buns, having a gold-

tone full-length "bottom-to-top" front zipper; a thin sheer, almost

transparent, sleeveless white silk blouse with the top six pearl

buttons intentionally left undone; finally, a one-inch black velvet

choker around my neck with a gold heart suspended in the front,

pointing down toward that deep valley between my over-ripe

breasts. 



Underneath that "liquid leather" mini-skirt are hot-pink low-cut

lace bikini panties that I have had to keep hidden since my prudish

mother doesn't allow me to wear that style. "Those are only for

 tramps'" mom would say, but that's exactly the style that Daniel

likes, *but* I'm no tramp. So what if you can vividly see the

outline of my pouting plump pink lips through the thin sheer hot-

pink fabric, my mini-skirt covers them for all *but* my sweet,

wonderful Daniel. No fancy stockings or "chastity" pantyhose, just

smooth solid clean-shaven youthful flesh to capture both his gentle

and his rough caresses.



Daniel also doesn't like bras, so *after* I'm out of sight of  my

house, I always hide behind a large tree and deftly unhook all five

bra hooks on my black lacy full-figure bra.  A little arm contorting

and one or two wiggles (five or six, if old man Patterson is peeking

out his window) slips it right off, and into my purse for the return

trip. Then as I walk, or sometimes "strut", the warm tingly feelings

from my youthful D-cup breasts jiggling and bouncing free, hard

yearning nipples rubbing against smooth silk, feels both so naughty

and sooo sexy. 



Every time my whole young "innocent" body is well-scrubbed and

refreshed, *and* still totally naked, I love gazing at it in the full-

ength mirror in my pink ruffly bedroom. I deeply inhale, slowly

twist from side to side, watching my chest-balloons with their

perfectly-centered dark areola sway slightly suspended in mid-air.

It always amazes me at how large those over-ripe "Honey Dew"

melon halves have blossomed on such a petite little chest, without

even a hint of droop, so out of proportion to the rest of my young

hard 5' 2" body. That breast skin is stretched sooo taut that it is

almost transparent, vividly showing the dark blue veins spider-

webbing from each huge dark areola. 



Daniel, though, would probably view them more as half-gallon-

size scoops of vanilla ice cream with a huge Hershey's kiss in each

center. "He says  chocolate' is sooo good for you," constantly

proving it to me through the energetic nibbles of his lips and the

pleasurable love-bites of his teeth on my stiff fat nipples and puffy

wrinkled areola. Sometimes, he leaves large red blotches on those

blimps that for days afterward intimately remind me of "his

overwhelming passionate love," leaving my poor wet puss

churning, yearning for more.



Right now, my long fat erect nipples broadcast my heightened

arousal to all, poking so vividly through that thin sheer material,

desiring to escape to find a pair of warm wet sensuous lips.

Although the deep warm beckoning valley between those two

towering mountains is plainly visible through my so-unbuttoned

silk blouse, the rest of my buoyant globes are completely covered.

I'm still a little embarrassed that my very dark reddish-brown

areola show so distinctly like large dark brown sand-dollars

through the thin material, but I quickly bury that worry by only

thinking of Daniel and how fabulous his luscious muscular body

will feel tightly pressed against mine. 



I have fixed my long blond hair into a french-braid, keeping it

entirely out of the way. This "look" is capped by two pearl stud

earings in each ear, a coat of bright shiny ruby-red lipstick on my

full pouty lips, and a couple dabs of "Obsession" perfume,

especially in that deep valley between my breasts and one just

above my super-heated puss. My musky female scent mixed with

the "Obsession" perfume makes such an irresistible combination. I

don't wear any other makeup cause Daniel doesn't like it, he

prefers a "natural" look, or that should really be "naked" look. That

last thought makes me giggle.



Finally, I can see Daniel pushing through the crowd in his ragged

jeans, unbuttoned western shirt, and mussed up curly hair. I wave

him over, basking in the radiant smile from his weathered face.

Instead of kissing me on my slightly parted waiting lips, he

immediately begins energetically biting my left earlobe, causing a

profound mixture of tender pain and soaring pleasure. My nipples

harden even further if that's still possible, and my soggy puss

expels even more thick musky goo. I immediately know that "he"

is as highly aroused as I am, and so needs to be roughly pleasured. 



Pausing briefly, Daniel buries his nose in my clean fresh hair,

seemingly inhaling and savoring every subtle scent. Abruptly, his

hot moist tongue begins at that ear's tippy-top, lingeringly sliding

along under its outer ridge as if tasting my every pore, both

severely tickling me and sending a myriad of sensuous chills up

and down my spine. My heaving body can only sigh deeply, shiver

once or twice, then melt onto his tightly enwrapped arms, letting

those strong arms and his muscular body keep me afloat.



Halfway down that now-wet tingling ear, the firm tip of his tongue

toys first with one pearl stud, then with the other, making me

squirm even tighter into his warm safe all-encompassing arms, my

unfettered unyielding full breasts making deep indentations in his

muscular now-fully-uncovered chest. Even though there are many

other young guys and gals packed closely around us, I totally

ignore them and concentrate only on the immense love and red-hot

passion radiating from my Daniel.  



Daniel can surely feel *my* warm hard palms and rigid fingers,

which have slipped under his unbuttoned western shirt, roaming

around on his very muscular back. Usually, they just slither up and

down from his waist across his strong shoulder blades to his broad

shoulders, feeling his hot manly flesh shift under their firm

caresses. 



A couple times, I have slipped both now-naughty hands into his

jeans, under his briefs, squeezing, rubbing, then gently caressing

his solid muscular butt cheeks. Once, while my hands were there,

he nibbled on a sensitive spot causing my nails to deeply dig into

those beautiful round cheeks. Instead of being mad, that mild pain

seemed to increase his hunger, greatly intensifying his loving

kissing and passionate nibbling.



Finally again reaching my ear's now-sensitive lobe, his lips only

gently brush it, but his heated breath makes me shiver down to my

inner core. His trail of moist passionate kisses and tiny nibbles

down my tensed up-turned neck produces acres of goose bumps

and further intensifies the demands of that unrelenting animal lust

growing in my loins. 



My breathing quickens, starting to come only in short gasps as

those once-controlled deep desires begin to fully govern every

reaction of this young very horny body. His unyielding lips slip

under the flared collar of my silk blouse roughly nibbling along the

crest of my shoulder, filling my needy body with an even greater

animalistic craving.



Increasingly consumed by my now-uncontrollable passion and

getting braver, I unhesitantly slide one warm palm down the front

of his rough faded jeans. Boldly, I firmly squeeze that denim

mound shielding his large expanding tonsil-teaser, then begin

slowing, but very firmly, rubbing up and down, causing that ragged

denim to stretch more and more as his huge tool balloons fuller and

fuller. My small hand can feel its full length jerking, floundering

around in those jeans like a freshly caught fish on a dock, in

response to my steady magical presses. 



Not to be outdone, Daniel slowly unzips up the front of my black

mini-skirt, about two-thirds of the way, exposing wide expanses of

creamy white thigh and my sopping hot-pink panties. His hot hand

slips up underneath, sliding up one smooth and now-damp thigh.

The trail of tingles left by his hot scraping fingers feel sooo good

that I almost stop my rubbing, lost in a sea of swirling sensations,

but quickly regain control. 



He quickly leaves that quivering womanly flesh and patiently

assaults my hot sopping lace panties with his stiff well-practiced

fingers. Oh so slowly, he runs a stiff index finger along that thin

lace over my moist parted crack, pushing those hot-pink bikini

panties ever deeper, parting my plump blossoming pink lips even

further. Automatically, my wobbly legs spread much wider,

allowing those naughty sensuous fingers total unencumbered

access to my boiling honey-pot. 



After peeling that black mini-skirt up around my waist, we tightly

hug, trading glorious sensations ~~ me feeling the ever growing

bulge of his fully inflamed manhood, and him feeling my swelling

full breasts and hard nubby nipples through my thin blouse. Now,

all the guys and gals nearby can see my hot-pink lace bikini

panties, so distinct against my creamy-white pulsating flesh. 



I become more and more exposed as those now-wispy panties are

pulled deeper and deeper into my widening ass crack in the back

and pushed deeper and deeper into my wet pouting pussy crack in

the front. Not even a third of my plump wet mound is now covered

and less that a quarter of my chubby round buns, but right now, I

don't care!! 



Periodically arching my toes, my yearning shell roughly slides up

and down his solid muscular body allowing a further intermingling

of electrifying sensations in our own private, but ever more

frenzied, world. Daniel's hand has unexpectedly slipped inside my

tight sopping hot-pink panties. My up and down motions are not

only jerking him off underneath his denim, but now *myself* as

well as he holds his strong hot hand steady against my wet upper

slit and stiff engorged clit. Every so often to tease me, he slides

his

rigid index finger up inside me up to at least the second knuckle,

making me jump and squirm, squeal a little, then press even more

tightly against him.



Sometimes, we are pressed so tightly together by the crowd that I

can feel another guy's protruding bulge slip into my tight ass

crack, slide up and down a few times, then quickly disappear. One

time, I even felt a large wet spot develop in my little-remaining

panty-seat as I rhythmically clenched and unclenched those solid

youthful cheeks, trying to prolong all those lust provoking

sensations.



Another time, I even felt soft fingers with long nails and hot palms

gently cup, then slightly lift up, and finally roughly squeeze my

solid round cheeks. "That" was no guy, as attested by a final wet

kiss on the back of my neck. Her actions did double-duty as my

steaming, wet puss was forced even harder into Daniel's stiff

protruding bulge making me emit another quiet squeal. She would

have made a wonderful three-some. Usually, I would be very upset

by these clandestine rubs and caresses on my private areas, but

now they only further incited my ever-increasing lust!



My juicing pussy can graphically attest to the ever stiffening result

of Daniel's rising passion, his worn denim jeans now tenting

straight out, causing me to hump my horny lace-covered mound

even harder against, and along, that rock-hard straining bulge. My

churning body distinctly feels his stiff covered spear stab slightly

inside me, widely splitting even further my puffy pink pussy lips

and, once or twice, flicking against my hard erect little clitty. I

lift

my left leg, curling it around the back of his shaking legs, allowing

that denim-covered spear to penetrate even deeper into the super-

heated tunnel of my womanhood.



All these different gentle and rough touches excite my rising

passion even more, causing me to feverously hump back harder

and harder as if my young body is demonically possessed. My hot-

pink lace bikini panties, now so sopping wet, allow my blond curly

pubic hairs to peek out both sides for all to see as those no longer

protective panties are pushed ever deeper into my gaping heated

crack. (It's times like this that I wished that my plump pussy was

shaved completely bare, but when we shower in school, the other

less-developed and more inexperienced girls just wouldn't

understand and would tease me so, maybe calling me naughty

names.) By now, that tent of his jeans is just as soaked as my

mostly-submerged lacy panties, showing an ever-expanding wet

circle from my oozing wet goo.



Totally out of control, like me, Daniel roughly rips open my sheer

silk blouse, sending pearl buttons flying left and right. His glazed

blue eyes feast on my huge floating headlights, while his tongue

totally wets his pursed parted lips. As if in a trance, I let that

silky

covering slide off my red-splotched shoulders forming a silky

puddle around my still-arching feet, exposing my full heaving jugs

for all nearby to see. My youthfulness allows them to appear

suspended in mid-air, round creamy-white globes jutting straight

out, without any sag whatsoever. Those long fat red nipples look

like huge bullets, created both from the cool air, my excitement,

and the nearby crowd's avid salivating stares. 



In a split-second, Daniel has finished unzipping up my black mini-

skirt, letting it follow my silk blouse around my feet. I'm left

almost totally naked, clad only in those wispy thin hot-pink lace

bikini panties, as if they could now hide anything at all. I am sure

that some of the watching crowd can see the glistening sheen on

the insides of my smooth white thighs where my warm gooey

pussy juice has trickled down, but I am too far gone to care. My

unsatisfied heated lust has now totally possessed this young

yearning body. 



Daniel's fluffy head quickly drops, totally engulfing my left

breast's fat hard nipple with his rough greedy mouth. That mouth

begins sucking sooo hard that anyone would guess he was trying to

entice gallons of warm sweet mother's milk to letdown, then

powerfully squirt out. I can only abruptly  "gasp," then emit a low

guttural "Ummmmmmmm," and almost cresting, arch my back,

further stuffing more tender bloated breast-flesh into his ever-

widening cavern, as a chain-reaction of electrifying tingles zip

through every cell of this rigid twitching body. 



Finally releasing his prey, Daniel pauses to catch his breath.

Looking down, I can see his warm wonderful saliva coating and

glistening on every tiny millimeter of my grossly distended nipple

and now-protruding puffy wrinkled areola. That areola is now sooo

puffy that it looks like a shiny reddish-brown cap on the front of

my breast. That elongated beet-red  nipple shivers slightly,

beckoning those wet sucking magnetic lips back for another round,

but my other engorged breast so badly needs attention too.



Looking around through my pink haze, nearby, I can see a couple

burly guys with their shorts around their knees rapidly milking

their huge liberated leaping lizards, while others passionately

nibble on their girlfriend's taut up-turned necks or let their tongues

wander down to caress a young inexperienced set of tonsils. This

hot indescribable "fever" seems to be spreading with "us" at its

center.



A little refreshed, Daniel gives my needy right breast an even more

vigorous treatment, slobbering hot saliva all over that swollen

bulging globe, making my body begin to convulse and thick musky

honey to ooze through my thin panties like thick syrup pressed

through a screen The intense pressure in my overheated furnace

tells me that my very much craved orgasm is almoooost there. My

pressing palm can distinctly feel his grossly bloated snake thrash

even more, crying to be released from its faded denim prison,

yearning to feel a set of hot wet lips engulf its total python-like

length ~~ "Not now," I want to whisper, "but very sooooon."



Those last fervent nibbles finally push my poor straining body over

the edge. I begin violently thrashing and jerking in his strong

embracing arms, purring a continuous stream of ever-louder "ohs"

and "ahs", and then, a terse  "There, that's itttttttttt", while

Daniel

tries in vain to recapture that wayward, bobbing nipple. My poor

teased pussy convulses violently, now powerfully gushing sweet

female nectar straight through my thin panty material, leaving a

small warm puddle on the ground and large droplets running down

my shaking legs.



Daniel holds me ever-so-tight while my shutters and shivers

subside. My gasping parted lips nestle securely in the crook of his

warm neck, alternately exhaling then strongly inhaling, and

sucking. He sure will have one large black and blue hickey in that

spot tomorrow, but I'm sure he will feel that it was worth it!!



After finally regaining my senses and without being asked, I drop

to my knees in front of my loving Daniel. Though they rest in

"my" puddle of warm sticky goo, I hardly feel it. Right now, my

whole mind and body are totally focused on giving my Daniel as

much pleasure as he has given me.



My pouting red lips are only inches from the huge struggling bulge

that I so desire. I can vividly see that monster wiggling like a snake

as my hot breath caresses that ripped straining denim. Looking up

teasingly, our glazed stares fuse together, lost in heated bliss, as

my right hand very slowly grasps that gold tarnished zipper-pull. 



With the slightest nod from Daniel, I pop the snap, then slowly and

carefully zip down those over-stuffed jeans, watching his bulging

briefs blossom into view through that ever-widening "V". Pausing

only a second to gawk with an unsatiated thirst, I swiftly yank

those jeans down, totally exposing his obscenely tented, precum

stained briefs. Wet spots abound where that monster has slithered

seeking freedom. That straining beast has tented those poor briefs

out sooo far that the front leg elastics no longer even closely touch

his muscular legs, allowing huge gaps through which that engorged

solid fleshy-tube can be vividly seen.



Deliberately, I wet one finger between my moist parted lips, then

slip it into the right gap. I slowly slide it along the fat ridge on

the

underside, feeling that thick bulging tube of manhood pulse and

twitch, while Daniel's warm hands steady himself on my bare

shoulders from his body's shivering. That wanton warm finger

gently caress each curly pubic hair at its wide root, then spirals

around his ever tightening bull-size ball-sac, feeling both jump

around as if on a very hot grill. 



After a few minutes of teasing and enjoying watching him sway

and shiver, I remove that sticky happy finger and return it slowly

between my parted red lips tasting a little of his salty precum and

smelling his lingering manly crotch scent. I look up at Daniel with

"bedroom eyes" as I teasingly-slow lick my gooey finger up and

down like a big ol' lollipop, then insert it between my moist parted

lips, pushing it in up to my second knuckle, vigorously sucking on

it while twisting it round and round. I can plainly see Daniel's

pleading puppydog look, fully wishing that his hard throbbing pole

was where my wet, fully satisfied finger is now.



Now, my warm shaking hands slide around and into the back of his

very tight briefs, scraping the tips of my red nails across his firm

round flexing buns. Firmly grasping his round muscular cheeks, I

pull his groin closer, gently, then roughly, rubbing my pink cheeks

and wet red lips against that still-covered straining, thrashing

bulge. Anyone nearby could see the smudged trails of my red

lipstick across those light blue briefs as I grind my face even harder

into that covered tube of man-meat. 



My cheeks can distinctly feel the wet spots in those briefs where

his precum has seeped, so vividly proving his arousal. I even let

my sneaky tongue lick a couple spots, tasting the salty flavor of his

manly nectar. And this is only the beginning! There will be no

stopping me now until I reach, then fully savor, that spouting

fountain of youth. 



Teasingly, I continuously wet my lips and tongue as I kiss, suck,

and lap that brief-encased "ladies' delight". After a few minutes of

this diligent attention, that whole bulge is so wet that it's almost

transparent. I can distinctly see the nippled tip of his uncut love-

stick pointing straight at me, its puckered tip mashed flat by the

taut, straining material. When it flexes in this tight confine, a

little

bead of precum pops through that material, giving me a pearl of

manly dew to greedily lap with my tongue.



Unable to contain my pent-up lust any longer, I again slip my

hands up the sides of his butt scraping with my nails as I go, again

feeling him shiver. I grab his over-stretched briefs, and jerk them

down in a single stroke. Daniel's long hard shaft springs out,

weaving and bobbing wantonly, directly in front of my moist,

parted lips. I can vividly see the purplish veins bulging all along

that long engorged tan log, rooted in that small tuft of brown pubic

hair.



Surprisingly, Daniel has shaved off all his curly brown pubic hair,

except around the base of his shaft, and even that has been trimmed

back. This lack of a fluffy curly forest makes his formidable shaft

look much larger inciting my cum-hunger even further. "Reality be

damned," perceptions are what fuels this girl, and "that" is one

*huge* perception.



Grabbing that wobbling shaft to steady it, I can only get my small

fingers wrapped halfway around as I slowly try to pump it back

and forth, watching even more precum drip onto my waiting

tongue from its nippled tip. His fat bouncing sausage is so slippery

from all the precum that it's very hard to get a good grip with one

small hand, so I use both hands for now ~~ pulling and pushing,

pumping that bloated sausage harder and harder. 



I so love watching his long brown foreskin pull back off that fat

head, allowing the purple plum to suddenly pop into view, then

covering it up again. When uncovered, its shiny purple crown flairs

so invitingly, oozing even more precum out its wide piss-slit.

Every couple strokes, I let my rough stiff tongue lick that sensitive

purple plum as it "pops" into view. Each quick lick causes Daniel

to shiver more and more. There is nothing that can compare with 

getting warm, thick precum directly from the spout.  



Even as fully erect and hard as Daniel is, his foreskin still

completely covers that fat purple head, leaving a little rubbery

dimple from which my tongue can also teasingly catch drops. I

sometimes feel like a baby suckling at a mother's breast when I

gently suckle only on that shriveled rubbery dimple, but it does

give a very different type of milk!



Satisfied that it's now hard enough, my small youthful mouth

engulfs his huge still-swelling manhood, allowing my firm wet

tongue to begin vigorously massaging its sensitive underside.

Daniel loudly moans, but nobody notices cause they're all too busy

with their own enjoyment while the rock music blares in the

background. 



Abruptly, his firm hands securely grab the back of my head,

impaling me deeper and deeper on his long fat love-spear until I

begin gagging with an overstuffed mouth of my lover's manly-

meat. Daniel now lets me back off, then gruffly pulls me in again,

my mouth further impaled on his long thick root. This time,

though, I am ready, arching my head and relaxing my throat

muscles until his still-covered purple tip is completely buried down

my throat with my nose resting amongst his curly groin hairs.

Right now, I'm ever so glad Daniel taught me how to "deep-

throat" cause I can see his enjoyment through his moans and facial

expressions as my tongue, cheeks, and throat roughly caress and

pulsatingly squeeze that long fat baby-maker.



Without warning, a red-headed guy ~~ at least his curly pubic hair

was red ~~ tries to join our fun by shoving his circumcised thick

beer-canish cock into my very busy face. Daniel quickly pushes

him away. "I" am a receptacle for only *his* warm salty baby-

making juice. By now, the party around us is getting more intense

with an increasing number of bare, heaving breasts and wobbling,

dripping male members of every conceivable size and shape. Their

nipples are jutting super-hard, and their long, swollen joy-sticks are

even harder.



Thinking of nipples, my left hand snakes up Daniel's washboard

abdomen to his muscular smooth chest and begins to tweak one

very hard protruding manly nipple. He "groans" loudly while he

thrusts his hips forward, burying that long thick baton even further

into my wet over-stuffed mouth.



Feeling Daniel approaching climax, both my hands first begin

fondling his round solid bullish balls ~~ sometimes firmly rolling

them between my two vertical palms, other times rotating them on

two horizontal palms, like those Chinese chime-balls. (I would

never be able to fit both of his bloated "oranges" in one of my

single small palms.)



As both puffed-up globes begin to pull up into his body, I hold that

rigid firehose steady with one hand, vigorously licking its

wonderful nippled spout. Undetected, I suddenly poke the slippery

index finger of my other hand through Daniel's rosette and wiggle

it around. This immediately pushes him over the edge as he shouts

out a loud, "I'mmmm cccuuummmming," thrashing and bucking

around. 



His first convulsive shudder is so violent that my single small hand

looses its grip on that thrashing slippery firehose, allowing one

sticky milky glob to hit my still-pink cheek and another large glob

to zing among my braided blond hair. Quickly regaining aim by

holding the wrinkled tip to my sticky red lips with *both* hands, I

corral the next four large squirts directly in my wide-open panting

mouth, letting only a couple drops dribble down my chin. My

palate is thoroughly enjoying its bitter salty taste. My heated breath

on that sensitive tip seems to incite him even further.



Pulling back ever so slightly, I find a long strand of juicy white

cum suspended between my sticky wet red lips and Daniel's

brownish still-wrinkled cock nipple. I feel like a young virginal

school girl who has lewdly over-stretched her gum between her

soft pursed ruby lips and tender outstretched fingers. Like that

young innocent school girl, I lingeringly chew my way back along

that luscious pearly white strand until I'm back at that beautiful

puckered nipple, not having lost a single bit.



After a couple less powerful, but still scrumptious direct hits, his

salty cum begins just oozing out that nippled tip. I then apply a

powerful sucking action to drain every last drop of his wonderful

nectar. Sometimes, I seem to suck sooo hard that I am surprised his

puckered rosette doesn't zoom out that piss-slit also. Finally, to

acquire every last single drop, I even completely retract that

foreskin, twirling my hot sticky tongue around and under that still-

fat purple head, making sure there isn't any manly-juice hidden

away.



Pulling back slightly again, I watch with awe as that huge "lady

pleaser" deflates, slowly wilting and shriveling away. I sometimes

wish my petite sensitive clitty would grow that big ~~ think of all

the fun I could have. 



His long fat baton now looks so scrunched up, deceptively just like

a little boy's pee-wee. For a final snack, my long, wide tongue

licks that errant glob of sperm from my still-pink cheek, while I

rub that other large glob into my scalp ~~ a perfect protein-rich

shampoo.



Putting my warm sticky hands firmly on Daniel's bare waist, I

slowly stand up. Leaning over to deeply kiss Daniel to further

show my love, he quickly turns away. I'd forgotten that he doesn't

like the taste of his cum, so I just wetly kiss him on his bare neck,

leaving a little of his sticky gooey sperm behind (heh, heh).

Momentarily ducking down, I quickly wipe my satisfied but sticky

mouth with a tissue from my purse. 



Staying almost naked, we stand snuggled together as "one" for five

to ten minutes while the music blares overhead, basking in each

others pleasure and inhaling the mixed scents of our earth-

shattering releases. Then, hugging him even more tightly, I begin

slowly rubbing my still-pointed fat nipples and pillowy breasts

across his strong chest, also letting my curly pussy hairs and wet

slit tickle his wilted, but now stirring, midget-member. 



It's time for portions of him to wake up again. After three weeks of

waiting, *I* am not done using his hard young body yet!! Now, to

feel that long thick snake slither deeeep inside me . . . . . 



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