The naughtiest virgin(12)

I could no longer contain myself. Pulling back from him, I bent my head down towards his cock, scooting back to get to it easily. The big Buick's seat left me room to spare. He caught my head in his hands.

"Sheila, you don't have to do that."

"Bob, I've always wanted to kiss one. Please, don't stop me."

He let go and I bent to his powerful tool. I wasn't sure what I wanted until my lips touched the heat and soft flesh of his cock. I put the tip of my tongue to it cautiously at first. Then I took the head of it into my mouth, letting my tongue explore the slit and tiny hole in it. Next, I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, licking it like a candy stick. He was squirming and groaning, as I sucked his balls into my mouth, sack and all. His balls filled my mouth. I wallowed them gently around, tonguing them and licking, savoring his taste and smell. I then returned my head to his cock, taking it again into my mouth. I began working it up and down, taking it as deeply into my mouth as I could without choking on it, and letting my tongue circle around its head, then nibbling the shaft ever so tenderly so I wouldn't hurt his exquisite cock. His hips were twitching and moving in his helpless throes, animal sounds and moans coming from him as I quickened the sliding pace on his dick.

I knew he was about to come and I wanted to feel the hot burning jism filling my mouth so I'd know what my pussy was craving. The more he moaned, the hungrier I became. I felt his tool swell, and the first splash hit the back of my mouth. I began swallowing the hot, thick liquid. It had a slightly salty taste, but it tasted delicious to me and I wanted every drop of it. He was shooting into my mouth so fast and hard with gobs of the gooey jism that I couldn't swallow all of it fast enough; it was running out the corners of my mouth and down my chin. The streams felt like molten hot lava running. With each jerk of his cock and hips I sucked gently, swallowing until he groaned and bucked one last time. Pulling my head away, I wiped my mouth, licking my fingers clean, then bent to lick his softening cock clean. I was determined to get it all.

I'd been fingering myself while doing all this to him and my cunt was a raging fire of passion. As I sat up, leaning back, he caught my shorts, working them off with my help. I raised my hips, making it easier. How they had gotten unbuttoned and unzipped, I had no idea. When we'd been kissing he must have done it, because I didn't remember undoing them.

He pulled them free, guiding my legs and hips toward him, with my back against the door. He spread my legs, one in the seat behind him, the other on the floor. They were as far apart as he could get them. At the same time, he pushed my top up and began kissing my tits, sucking the hard nipples into his warm mouth. He sucked each one this way, biting on them as his fingers stroked the wet slit between his thumb and forefinger. He began massaging the hard little organ as he trailed his tongue down over the tight, trembling muscles of my belly. As his mouth came closer to my pussy, he parted its lips, his body sliding onto the floor. I nearly screamed in pleasure as he caught and sucked my love button into his mouth, sending his tongue over it as he settled into lashing it.

Within moments, every muscle in my thighs, stomach, and hips was twitching to his tongue dancing over it. With the foot and leg on the floorboard, I began rubbing his cock, feeling it grow into a hard piece of steel. I could stand it no longer.

"No, no, Bob. Please, stop, I want your cock buried in my cunt! Damn you, fuck me, that's what I want! Put that prick in me and split me in two!"

He wasted no time scrambling up on top of me. I caught his cock in my hand, guiding it to my wet opening. As he slid it in, I wiggled my hips to meet him, helping him fuck me. It was fatter and bigger than the biggest boy's had been, the evening I was raped, so it was going in slower – even with my cunt dripping wet with the passion I'd had while sucking him, and his hot tongue lashing me. Each fraction of an inch filled me slowly. Wild sensations were racing out from where it was pushing into me to explode in beautiful feelings.

I threw my leg up over the back of the seat. As he ground his hip into me, I was hurling my ass up on it. It hit bottom with an inch left. He began his in and out motion, slightly rotating his hips. I grabbed his ass, pulling him into me harder. At his third drive, the last inch slithered into me, his balls resting against the crack of my ass. The heat of them sent a wild sensation racing up my anus and I bit his muscled shoulder. He was driving it into my pussy with long, hard strokes. The squishing of his dick in my juices was driving me wilder as was our moaning and animal sounds of sheer pleasure. We were two wild animals driving at each other in pagan, primitive abandon, and with as much force. I was gnawing my lip and whimpering. I was begging him to cum in me, pleading in wild frantic abandon as each climax in me became harder.