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Author: B. N. Lee
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Amy simply kept doing what she was doing, sucking at the end of his knob like a lollipop, until he decided that, as pretty as she looked, he wanted more fun from her.
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She was busy with his cock shaft and cockhead and her own nipples when she heard Josh above her tell her to look at him.
Without stopping, she opened her eyes and looked up into his face, seeing his kind smile and melting.
"Will you start moving your head on me?" he asked.
Amy leaned forward a little, taking a little more of his cock into her mouth, and then pulled back, never breaking eye contact with him.
"That's right, just like that," he said, "Keep on going."
She leaned forward again, pulled back again, bobbing on the end of his cock, getting his shaft slippery with her spit and his precum, sliding on it so easily that, without even realizing it, on just about every thrust she took a little more of his cock into her mouth. She shut her eyes in concentration without even noticing.
Soon, she pulled back and tried to bob at the end, but he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her deeper onto his cock.
"No, that was good," he said, "I like that."
She struggled to obey, without even having half of his shaft in her mouth, the head of his cock hit the back of her throat every time she moved down on his shaft, and she fought not to cough or choke on him.
Suddenly, his cock slipped just a little too far into her mouth, and she coughed and gagged suddenly, spluttering and pulling off his cock.
She leaned over, coughing a little, trying to make sure she didn't retch all over the floor.
When she looked up, she saw that Josh looked angry and disappointed.
"I'm sorry!" she said. She knew that THAT wasn't what she was supposed to have done.
"You put your teeth on my cock," he said, pointing at a small red patch on his still-rampant erection, "I still need to cum, and I don't think that I can trust you to give a blowjob again right now. Obviously, you need more practice."
Amy felt about ready to cry.
"I'm so sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, we can try again!"
"Didn't you hear me?" he asked.
She just looked up at him without speaking.
"I can't trust your mouth any more, I need to cum somewhere else," he said.
"Oh, no," she blurted, "You can't put your thing in me, we're not married, it would be so wrong."
"I understand," he said soothingly, "I know you don't want anything up your pussy, but you got me hard and let me give you an orgasm, you need to give me something."
"What else is there?" Amy asked. She knew that sometimes men wanted you to put their cocks in your mouth, and it was a sin, and sometimes they wanted you to put their things inside you, and it wasn't a sin if you were married, but you needed to be good and pure until then.
Of course, she reflected, it wasn't good and pure to let a man put your hairbrush's handle inside you, or to put your mouth on a man's cock. She'd already defiled herself today, and sinned - beyond repair?
He smiled at her.
"Get back on the bed, sweetheart, and get on your hands and knees," he said, and she obeyed, slowly, more reluctantly than she'd responded to any of his earlier commands.
She felt him come up behind her and stroke her firm behind with both hands, feeling and kneading her tender flesh.
It felt good, and she moaned a little and leaned back, but she was also nervous about what he wanted.
"Um, what?" she started to ask, before he said "Shhh," and she fell silent again as his hands left her body.
She heard a bottle open up and smelled her favorite lotion. When his hands returned, they were slightly slick and glided easily over her bare skin.
She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she held still and let him do what he wanted to her body.
Eventually, when she was so relaxed that she had leaned forward onto her elbows with her
Amy simply kept doing what she was doing, sucking at the end of his knob like a lollipop, until he decided that, as pretty as she looked, he wanted more fun from her.
-
She was busy with his cock shaft and cockhead and her own nipples when she heard Josh above her tell her to look at him.
Without stopping, she opened her eyes and looked up into his face, seeing his kind smile and melting.
"Will you start moving your head on me?" he asked.
Amy leaned forward a little, taking a little more of his cock into her mouth, and then pulled back, never breaking eye contact with him.
"That's right, just like that," he said, "Keep on going."
She leaned forward again, pulled back again, bobbing on the end of his cock, getting his shaft slippery with her spit and his precum, sliding on it so easily that, without even realizing it, on just about every thrust she took a little more of his cock into her mouth. She shut her eyes in concentration without even noticing.
Soon, she pulled back and tried to bob at the end, but he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her deeper onto his cock.
"No, that was good," he said, "I like that."
She struggled to obey, without even having half of his shaft in her mouth, the head of his cock hit the back of her throat every time she moved down on his shaft, and she fought not to cough or choke on him.
Suddenly, his cock slipped just a little too far into her mouth, and she coughed and gagged suddenly, spluttering and pulling off his cock.
She leaned over, coughing a little, trying to make sure she didn't retch all over the floor.
When she looked up, she saw that Josh looked angry and disappointed.
"I'm sorry!" she said. She knew that THAT wasn't what she was supposed to have done.
"You put your teeth on my cock," he said, pointing at a small red patch on his still-rampant erection, "I still need to cum, and I don't think that I can trust you to give a blowjob again right now. Obviously, you need more practice."
Amy felt about ready to cry.
"I'm so sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, we can try again!"
"Didn't you hear me?" he asked.
She just looked up at him without speaking.
"I can't trust your mouth any more, I need to cum somewhere else," he said.
"Oh, no," she blurted, "You can't put your thing in me, we're not married, it would be so wrong."
"I understand," he said soothingly, "I know you don't want anything up your pussy, but you got me hard and let me give you an orgasm, you need to give me something."
"What else is there?" Amy asked. She knew that sometimes men wanted you to put their cocks in your mouth, and it was a sin, and sometimes they wanted you to put their things inside you, and it wasn't a sin if you were married, but you needed to be good and pure until then.
Of course, she reflected, it wasn't good and pure to let a man put your hairbrush's handle inside you, or to put your mouth on a man's cock. She'd already defiled herself today, and sinned - beyond repair?
He smiled at her.
"Get back on the bed, sweetheart, and get on your hands and knees," he said, and she obeyed, slowly, more reluctantly than she'd responded to any of his earlier commands.
She felt him come up behind her and stroke her firm behind with both hands, feeling and kneading her tender flesh.
It felt good, and she moaned a little and leaned back, but she was also nervous about what he wanted.
"Um, what?" she started to ask, before he said "Shhh," and she fell silent again as his hands left her body.
She heard a bottle open up and smelled her favorite lotion. When his hands returned, they were slightly slick and glided easily over her bare skin.
She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she held still and let him do what he wanted to her body.
Eventually, when she was so relaxed that she had leaned forward onto her elbows with her
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