Chapter 5
Lisa lay back in the comfortable softness of her king-size bed, two big pillows cushioning her head, idly thumbing through a movie magazine. She had nothing to do but kill time. Kill time until she heard the crunch-crunch of her father's car wheels against the pebble driveway. Then she'd quickly slip on her bra and panties, pull the loose-fitting silk dress over her head, and be perfectly ready for their little tête-à-tête.
It was all planned. Rehearsed and rehearsed many times over. She knew the words, so carefully selected, backwards. It was going to be a showdown and she was going to win. No doubt in her mind, all this babying bullshit had to stop. No reason why she couldn't start leading an adult life, and the sooner, the better.
And it was not as if she was going to fuck every man who passed by. It was not going to become an indiscriminate get on, ride Lisa, get off. Next, please. Keep the line moving. No, not that at all. Maybe in the beginning, there would be some fucking around to get her bearings, to taste the best of what there was. That would only be natural after being cooped up for so long. But after that, she'd settle down for a nice long thick cock. And she'd make sure that precaution was taken. Against her cunt becoming infected. Against pregnancy. After all, any smart girl does that.
So the words were all rehearsed and Lisa settled down to wait, one hand idly playing with that button of a clit, as the other turned the mag pages, not really concentrating on the words or pictures passing before her eyes. He mind was too absorbed with her projection of her father's reaction. Either he'd go along or he'd clamp down on her even tighter. The first would be just what she wanted her protective parent to do. The second, she couldn't even think about. It was too preposterous. What would she do then? Life would be living hell until she reached twenty-one. Fuck, the better part of three and a quarter years. With an itching pussy and a flaming asshole. And knowing the things she did. How much pleasure they could bring, how much they wanted to be soothed by some man's cock. Come on, you big strong horny experienced studs, where are you when cute Utile packages like our Lisa needs you?
But what would she do if he really clamped down? Slowly, it crept into her turbulent mind. Run away. Run away. It was as if a soft voice had breathed it into her hear. Run away, run away, the voice whispered, run away. There! Thafs it. I'll run away, she thought, that would really make him sit up and take notice. Make him realize that I'm not a child anymore, not a helpless little baby needing a full-time nurse, but a horny little fuck needing a full-time cock. Wow! If I put it in those words, the old man is very liable to fall over with a heart attack, she thought
She didn't want to kill him, just win her independence of sorts. Just to get her freedom to do with her body as she saw fit. All within the realm of reason. After aU, it was her body, not anybody else's.
It was she who had to pacify it when that unquenchable fire raged through her cunt, and now her asshole, too. So who better to decide what to do with it than her, and better yet, who to do it with?
She didn't have long to wait. Soon she heard the care in the drive. About time, she thought. Hurriedly she slipped into the clothes laid out by the old maid. In no time flat, she was rushing to the front door to meet her Daddy. Relax, relax, everything's going to be all right, she told herself.
She greeted him with the proper father/daughter kiss on the cheek, her resolve strengthening when she noticed that he seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Everything was looking up.
But as soon as she opened her mouth to say something, he cut her off. "Get me a drink, will you, my kitten. I have a few calls to make. Business," he said tiredly, waving the attaché case.
"Can I talk to you afterwards, Daddy?" she asked in her best dutiful-little-daughter voice.
"Sure, kitten, but just let me get these calls out of the way first. Okay? Then we can talk the whole night."
That was that. She was put off again. More brooding. She was risking what very limited freedom she now enjoyed. But hell, you never get something for nothing. There was some risk involved, but, at any rate, she had already planned the escape clause.
Run away it would be. Why not spend the extra breathing space preparing for just that possibility? Then it would not be a snap thing. Any flack, and she'd run before he even knew what hit him. One thing was in her favor, she knew the household movements completely. Once her father was at home, Bobbi tended to relax. Not off-duty, but on stand-by. That meant that she'd be in bed, reading. Hell, anyway, if Bobbi tried to stop her, she had a lot of weight on her side. Anyway Bobbi would understand, she was sure. If she didn't, that was her problem.
She got to her room, and packed two bags that she could easily carry with utility clothes. None of the fancy stuff, just jeans and sweaters and T-shirts, and the like. Comfortable clothes. And her makeup. Some expensive jewelry she could always hawk that if the very worst happened. Always good to have some insurance. And the roll of twenties she'd collected without really knowing why, some from her school allowance, some from shopping trips, some from two weeks ago in Las Vegas. Not a helluva lot. Somewhere between five and six hundred dollars all told. Not much. But enough to get her started. And the leather folder in which she kept the papers for the Mercedes, it was hers, registered in her name and everything, and her driver's license. The credit cards were no good; she could be traced too easily. Those she dumped. Some sunglasses, a big floppy sun hat, a couple of head scarves. Anything to hide her face so she wouldn't look so young.
She was ready. And if he saw things her way, then before she went to bed, she'd put everything back and no one would be the wiser. It would only be her little secret.
She retraced her steps down the stairs to wait Excellent timing. As soon as she hit the bottom steps, the door to his study opened. She went in. It was now or never, she knew.
Lisa liked the smell of her Daddy's study. It was all masculine, leather and wood paneling with the huge bear-skin rug on the floor. The odor of tobacco, cigar and pipe mainly, clinging to the walls. All male. Strong heavy furniture, a big oaken desk with a gleaming polished top. A man's lair, nothing less. And Lisa enjoyed that particular smell which said all and complete man.
There were some blueprints on the desk, spread out with paperweights holding the edges down. It was an easy way to slide into what she wanted to say. "Don't tell me you're planning another outlet?" she said in genuine, startled amazement
"Am afraid so, kitten," he replied contentedly, the smile on his face widening, "the public's appetite for electronic equipment just seems to grow and grow. Before we could get the plans off the ground for one store, already it should be double in size."
She knew her father had begun small; today, he was a rich man, working hard all the way for his family. In a way she hated herself for what she was about to do. But there was no stopping now. Maybe it would bring them closer together if he understood a little of what was in her mind. Bridge the generation gap.
"Daddy," she begun, flashing one of those you-can-trust-me-I-know-what-rm-doing smiles. "Daddy, I've been doing a lot of thinking today. About you. About me. About school. About the fact that I'm no longer a little . . ."
RING! RING! RINGGGGG!
She paused when the telephone interrupted her in mid-sentence, allowing him to answer. Suddenly he seemed a bit flustered. Apologetically he said, "Kitten, can you excuse me one minute? This is confidential, you understand. I'll call you when Fm through, O.K.? No more calls after that, kitten."
She'd almost closed the door when she heard him say, "I was just talking to her, as a matter of fact She just left the room so I could take this call." They, her father and whoever was on the other end, were talking about her. About Lisa. Who in hell could be that interested in her? She had to find out Short of reentering the study, she had no other choice but to listen.
"I know, I know. Look she's my daughter and God knows I want the best for her. That's why I worked out that elaborate scheme." Silence, as Daddy listened. Then, "Ifs all my fault After her mother died I became too inflexible with her upbringing, but then she was all I had left. What else was I to do, what would you have done with a little girl child?" he asked into the phone. Silence again. Her hopes soared. He was actually admitting to whomever was on the other end of the line that he was to strict with her. Whoever it was he was talking to was doing just what Lisa had hoped to achieve tonight. She'd be free without taking any extreme measures. But he was talking again. "Like I was saying. I was too harsh. But she'll come around. Look, she's my daughter, and I want to make her happy. He's your son and you want to make him happy. Just give her some time and shell come around. After all, he's an attractive boy. And intelligent too. There's no one I'd rather turn the business over to than him. He's young and smart and nothing would give me greater pleasure than to give my daughter's hand to him. And the sooner the better. Then I could have all the..
His voice trailed off in a cloud of her confusion. Had she heard correctly? Was her father really planning to marry her off to the son of some dingbat on the other end of the line? Didn't they know that arranged marriages went out two, three hundred years ago? What the hell was Daddy trying to pull anyway? To somebody she didn't even know? That was the wildest thing she'd heard in all her life. Still he babbled on, chuckling and talking as if everything was all right. Why, the man was mad! Absolutely stark raving mad! He should be sent to Camarillo and locked away in one of those wards for the violently insane!
Her own father doing this to her! She would not have believed a single word of this conversation if she hadn't heard it herself.
This was the wildest of wild schemes. And to think that she had deluded herself all those years into thinking that he loved her. What a way to show it! Trading her off like one of his marketable commodities! Tears welled up in her eyes as the words came back to her, an echoing nightmare. Now she decided to really show that fucker. It was a good thing she'd taken the precaution to have everything ready, just in case. This was worst than she'd thought, wilder than her wildest dreams.
She bounded up the steps, taking them two at a time. Lisa was leaving right now. Not another word. Just hoping that he'd be still on the phone when she came back down with her bags. Just give her enough time to clear the gate. A couple of minutes' head start and she'd disappear into the Los Angeles subculture faster than an ice cube on a hot day. That's all she needed. A couple of minutes.
Up and down in a flash carrying both bags. Out to the garage. Good! The doors were still open. Dump the bags in the jump seat of the Mercedes. Check the gate opener gadget. And off. Headlights off. Car creeping so as not to arouse any attention. And the gravel on the drive crunching like mad. A little way again, and shell clear the gate. Down on the gate-opening device. Through those gates for the last time in her life. She was off to see the world. Our Lisa was out the gate in a flash, gunning the motor and flicking the light switch. Wouldn't pay to get stopped by some stupid cop now, not after all she'd been through today.
Straight down to the highway running parallel to the beach and up toward Sunset Boulevard. Only then did she slow down, as she merged with the early night traffic flowing toward The Strip. No sign of a chase. He probably was still on the phone making plans, she thought, plans which no longer included her.
It was so easy. Why hadn't she thought of it before? She was free! Free to do as she pleased, and with whom she pleased. Free to fuck the world of men waiting for just her eager young cunt. Young virgin cunt. Waiting to break it in. To train it. To bring her out
There was one thing about the Mercedes 450 SL-it attracted attention anywhere. She knew she'd have to get rid of it somehow. Pity, she really loved that car, and it was just a few months old. That would give her enough cash for a while. And when that ran out, why she'd sell her body. To the highest bidder, too. You bet there'd be some high bidders for a piece of that young flesh. When prime meat is on the rack and all the men come around, especially the old ones with fat wallets. It isn't every day that you meet such a tight young virgin so eager to learn, so hot to sample life's juicy fruit.
What Lisa would really have liked to do was to gun that Mercedes down Sunset, make those tires squeal like hell, feel the back sink down and hug the road, roar down Sunset like a fucking rocket, and pile it up against some strong, well-built wall. That would have shown her father. But Lisa was smarter than that; she might not have been able to walk away from the pile-up. There was too much ahead of her now. All of life's promises.
And not the least of those promises being all the hot fucking she could handle. Three wide open holes to pleasure. Her mouth, her ass, and her cunt. Each one of them would have their fill. Yeh, like "fill 'er up, fella." All those tigers would be in her tank. Talk about grabbing a tiger by the tail. She was going to grab them by their cocks. And if they weren't the right size and shape, too bad. Next. Next. Next. But just until the right cock came along. The one that transported her to heaven.
Yessiiirrreee, folks, there'd be some hot young cunt roaming the streets of Los Angeles tonight. One more pussy to join all those other displaced cunts hanging around the Boulevard tonight. And the cops? Fuck the cops. If they picked up half the kids on the Boulevard and the Strip on any given night, their jails would be overcrowded, just like New York on the night of the blackout. They'd I'll have to let them out sooner or later. And where would they go. You're right. Right back on the streets again. Just in time to be picked up by the next guy cruising by with a fat wallet. But how can you blame it on the kids? They've got to get a meal ticket. And in these days of high unemployment and rapidly rising cost of living, what else can a young kid with an ache in her bud of a pussy do to make ends meet? Sell the pussy, obviously. That way she'd have her cake, oops, I mean cock, and eat it too. And let me tell you, a sweet young thing like Lisa with that little-girl-lost look of sheer innocence could earn more in a couple hours on her back, than a lot of hard-working guys, busting their balls for forty hours, could earn in a week. And no deductions for the tax man either. All she had to do would be to keep a level head on her shoulders, and the better the family background, the better able the girl would be to do just that. Lisa with all her schooling and money would make an excellent whore. And Lisa was out to prove that to herself, and to prove herself to the world.
And what did she really have to offer beyond that? A perfect body. Velvety-smooth skin, unblemished and creamy, soft as a rose petal in the early morning dew. Cute apple-sized titties, pliable and willing to get hard just at the mere mention of cock, or any cock-related subject. Top those tits off with gems of nipples, round and brown, and hard, inviting you to touch them, to caress the tits, to lick them, to suck the living daylights out of them. And if you're interested in taking anatomical inventory, add to that her flaming hot asshole, her newly discovered gateway to a previously unknown world of pleasure. And her cunt. Virgin and tight, knowing only the delight of her very nimble fingers, untouched by cock but well-rehearsed in the excitement brought about by a long wet tongue going to work on it. And the little button toy. Her clit Seat of wave after wave of ecstasy, rippling up her spine, right into her brain. And holding up all that superstructure, her long slender legs, like the beautiful stem that holds the perfect rose. And Lisa was the perfect rose. And she knew it too.
All these things were occupying Lisa's mind as she guided the Mercedes through the Sunset Boulevard traffic, while the fingers of her right hand guided themselves through her clothes right into her hot cunt And was the juice flowing down there! It was as if the traumas of the last hour or so had simply increased the activity of her cunt walls' lining. Her pussy was dripping wet. Dripping wet and aching. Just now it would have to be satisfied with her fingers. In just a little while it would have all . . .
Her fingers were walking around in that familiar territory, quite at home, getting good and wet when she spotted a guy, tall and muscular, thumbing a ride. He was nonchalantly groping his cock as if saying to those prudes driving by with their windows rolled up, "Here it is, ladies, just come and get it." Lisa tipped the brake for a brief moment, but decided against it. Somehow he wasn't quite right A little too young for her tastes. And the hard-on he was sporting didn't really reveal all that much either.
At the last minute, she stepped on the gas, just when the poor bastard was sure he had scored. She felt sorry for him. He looked amazed by her sudden action. Somehow she knew that the poor brute really wanted to be laid badly. But someone else would come along, she reasoned. In that area of Sunset, with all those big houses, there was bound to be some horny old lady cruising the streets, looking for that zip-less fuck.
Lisa sailed the Mercedes right past the fabulous Beverly Hills Hotel and a few minutes later turned right on Doheny Drive. Just driving, not scouting. This was not the area for scouting since everybody was either in their homes, locked in tight and secure, or in their cars, out on the streets. That's the one thing about driving around Beverly Hills at night. Even in the shopping/business streets like Wilshire or Rodeo, no pedestrians. None. Except maybe for a Mexican gardener or busboy or a black maid or chauffeur. Nothing. Nothing worth stopping for. On Santa Monica Boulevard, she turned right again, thinking of maybe scooting it out to Century City, to the shopping plaza. She could kill some time there, and it would be the last place anyone would look for her. She'd be safe there for a cup of strong hot coffee.
Christ! Was she tired. What a day she had had so far!
It had been a fantastically busy one, even for a virgin suburban princess. First there had been that hot dream, which her father had broken up just as she was about to get fucked. Starting the day with a dripping drooling cunt. Then there had been the scene with that fantastic gardener in the potting shed, his talented tongue taking her to the brink of fainting. And that rude awakening of what a pleasure palace her ass really could be.
And to top it off, there had been the startling discovery of the joy of playing ass and cunt at the same time, and Bobbi coming in and joining the game. A hot, hot day. Enough to tire anyone out Plus the utter letdown of having her father plotting to marry her off. What Lisa could have used at that moment was an upper and a cock. In that order. That would hit the spot
And all the time, driving aimlessly around, her fingers were deliberately working their special magic in her hot cunt. With a little more effort, she might be able to stick one in her ass, too. Spread the legs a little wider, slide to the edge of the seat and there. It was in. A slight tinge of pain, followed by so much pleasure.
"Hey, fuck face, why the hell don't you look where you're driving!" She jammed on the brake just in time. The Mercedes had started to change lanes on its own, almost ending her little adventure before it had properly begun. All because of that hand in her cunt and ass. And Christ! Were her fingers sticky! Her cunt was really flowing free and fast. What a steaming hot piece of ass she was!
To hide the embarrassment, she made a right at the next corner, on Beverly Drive, heading north toward Sunset once more. Just as the light turned green, she spotted him, standing under the covered bus top at the foot of the Beverly Hills Hotel entrance.
That's for me, she decided, come hell or high water, that's what I want. And "I'm going to get it, too. Now she was bold, no longer the shy nymph.
In the street life, ifs get it before somebody else takes it away from you. With reckless abandon, she honked the horn twice and caught his eye, pointing with her wet, cunt-playing fingers to a spot about half a block down, knowing she'd need that much distance to switch to the stopping lane in all that traffic.
And he picked up on her little pantomime act! Caught on in a flash! He was bright. She hoped he was no rip-off artist, too. Big and blond, in tight levis and boots, a moustache dripping from his upper hp. Twenty-six or seven, she guessed.
Cocky. In charge. Muscular. And sure-fire confidence. This was what she could tell about him right away as he got into the car. In the few words of greeting needed between them, he had already established who was boss. None of that equal rights bullshit here. He was at the helm, and that's just what she wanted.
Quickly she discovered his name, David, and his destination-he was going home, a small apartment he shared with a friend, on one of those side streets just off the Strip close to Tower Records. No problem with her. He told her how he was a post-grad student who loved the outdoors, and was working that summer as a gardener at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Hell, she thought, why didn't he work for her father instead? That way, she'd have had two gardeners to plough her pussy. And use those little blunt instruments they were always poking into the soil to test things.
Matter-of-factly, he stated that there was some good smoke in the apartment, that his friend was at a movie, and that she was very welcome to come up and try it. That was the best idea anyone had come up with in the last hour or so. So she took him up on it, knowing fully well what was in the offering. It was all she could do to keep her fingers out of that sweet cunt of hers and on the wheel. Everything was happening at once. Cunt juicing up, tits hard like diamonds, body tingling all over. How could she keep her hands off the bulge that kept growing and growing in his pants while he surveyed her young fresh body? But she had to, at least for the time being, she had to keep those itching hands on the wheel. Later, at his apartment, she'd have enough time to do whatever she wanted to. Whatever was right
When she explained to David that she had reasons for wanting to park the car off the street, he suggested the Hyatt Regency, which was close by, where no one would take too much notice of someone her age driving a Mercedes. He seemed to know quite a lot about things like that She took confidence from his easy way when they walked the three blocks back to his street It was still too early for all the kooks to be out on the street, but already there were groups milling around places with names like the "Whisky-a-Go-Go" and the "Pink Pussy Cat" and the "Proud Pussy." Most of those people were at least nodding acquaintances of David. That way he had no problem scoring, he explained, and, besides, they were just like anybody else, only a little lost, a little out of touch with reality, with the mainstream of society. But then, hell, who isn't on the fringe of one group or another? she thought One thing about our Lisa. She wasn't really the kind of snob her upbringing and her money should have made her. Not the kind of snob her father thought her to be at all. If only she could have talked to him on an equal footing, person to person, he would have found that out for himself. No, no, Lisa was very down to earth, especially when it came to sex. That's when she could really get down.
They were safely in his apartment now, where they could shut the world out. Just Lisa and David. Some music on the stereo and some good smoke rolled between expert fingers. Big fat smokes the way Lisa liked them.
"Look," she told him, "if you need some money to get some more smoke .. ." She reached for her handbag.
"No, cheri, I don't need money for anything; there's lots of stuff where that came from. My own personal stock," he replied, bending closer to her, stuffing the joint into her mouth, "Let me light you up." This cat is very independent, she thought, better follow instructions. Don't want to rock the boat any.
The music seeped into her tired body, mingling with the smooth warmth of the joint. Slow music with a heavy black beat, just the kind to lull her into a sense of security. David sat at her side, rolling a heavy joint for himself, a smile plastered on his face, studying this hot young fuck that had fallen into his lap so suddenly. Obviously she came from good stock. There was money, the way she talked, the way she carried herself, even the clothes she wore, all screamed money. And that wasn't even counting the car. And money meant power in a city like Los Angeles. And despite all her soft sophistication, he knew she was inexperienced, maybe even a virgin. But she was also good fucking material and his cock was straining against his levis like crazy. He just had to have it! But he decided to let her call the shots. At least initially. That way she couldn't claim afterward that he had forced her into anything. This little man-trap was as anxious as they come but, still, it paid to be cautious. Survival, at all costs, was essential.
'This is good smoke. And after a long dry summer, it tastes even better." It was at school that she'd had her last joint, at least ten weeks ago. She watched as the smile on his face widened.
"Then inhale, cheri," he commanded, "Don't let it go to waste. Suck it up. Get all that goodness into your pink lungs."
When she did, her head went reeling into space. "I'm getting high. High like hell." she told him, waving the joint under his nose. 'This is great stuff. You're really a friend to share it with me." Her mind was racing now. Any inhibition was fast disappearing. She took his hand in hers and studied it for a moment. It was so big. There was a callous on the heel. Gardening was not as easy as pushing books all day long. But it must be great exercise.
"Well," he offered, "anything for a pretty young girl. If she is good enough to give you a ride, she's good enough to share your stash." She smiled, knowing she was on the right track. "Don't stop smoking," he continued, "it does your head real good."
He was right. The hot pungent smoke burned her throat all the way down. But the feeling. That was what Lisa loved. That effect of weightlessness and control. Of unlimited power. And the effect it was having on her cunt, too! Her clit was itching; the inside of her cunt felt as if a million ants were crawling about there, their little feet sending rippling sensations through her stomach and her hard tits, right into her brain. This was magic. The kind she had wanted for so long.
She placed his hand on her taut tits, proud of the way they stood up, away from her body, like the pampered pair of apples they were. Super-cute and stiff, and full of life. The fabric of her expensive silk dress make his hand glide across them, skimming them, then gently, lightly, he squeezed them. She felt them react to even the lightest touch, flexing and getting even harder than they were. It was like some kind of monster, newly born, stirring ii her chest. And Lisa felt wonderful. Everything was adding up.
She continued to draw the piquant smoke deep in her lungs, inhaling to make every bit of it count. That seemed to heighten the sensations already swirling in her brain. David was content to merely rub those beautiful tits of hers to the rhythm of the music, slowly, feeling for the nipples through he clothes and squeezing them a little harder between thumb and forefinger as Lisa squirmed and squiggled around contentedly, giving in to the seduction of music, smoke, and a pair of able hands fondling her, for now the other hand was on her body too, delightfully frisking around the soft insides of he classic thighs. Not quite to the cunt yet, a little closer to the knee, but getting to the juice-box in it own sweet time.
When David put his arm around her shoulder and drew her closer, slipping him nimble finger through the top of her dress, she moved in against his firm body, the warmth of a male body, not a pampered one reeking of cream and cologne, but one that smelled good. Of sweat and hard work. Crisp and beautifully male. Like that Marlboro ad. A real man, not a coddled brat.
He massaged the top of her shoulder, the roughness of his hands bringing a tingle to her soft skin, moving closer to her armpits, reaching with his hand as far as it would go through the top of the dress. She snuggled up close, like a baby enveloped in those big arms, feeling just a little bit helpless, not quite knowing what he wanted her to do, and hoping he'd give some indication. He did, by taking her hand and placing it on his bulging crotch. It was as if some small animal was loose in there. David's dick was jumping and stirring. It wanted to get out. It wanted to be free. But David kept his big paw over her tiny hand, rubbing that bulge, while the other hand moved in on her titties, rubbing away too, in time to the music. Lisa looked at him.
"Easy does it, cheri." That was all he said, reaching forward and yanking the zipper down. Suddenly the room and Lisa's ears were filled with a rat-tat-tat, as the zipper flew open. The marijuana had heightened her every perception.
"Go on," he commanded. "You really want my cock. I'm sure you do. But, cheri, you're gonna have to get it yourself. If you want it, go on and take it out."
Lisa turned and looked him straight in the eyes. They were smoldering. He was just as hot as she was. She stared into the top of his open levis. The bulge was enormous and all for her. All she had to do was reach out and get it At long last.
Her refreshed, no-longer-tired body responded to the challenge. She fought to get the top of his pants unbuttoned, to get to the object of her desire, using all the strength in her tiny hands. At last, she got it loose.
To expose more of his body, she juggled with the lower buttons of David's shirt. What she saw then really turned her on. Really convinced her that she'd made the right choice. A firm, flat, very muscular stomach. The rewards of working in the outdoors. Warm and inviting. Her tiny hands ran up those muscles. She liked the feel of his body; she liked the way he just relaxed completely, still massaging the top of her tits, slowly edging into the rest of them.
When David began to unbutton more and more of his shirt, Lisa just let her hands follow, roaming higher and higher up his chest, until the shirt was completely open. Her finger traced the outlined detail of every etched muscle, flitting over them like a soft, warm breath. Until she found his nipples. They were hard, too. Just as hard as hers were and just as tender and as sensitive to touch. They were doing a little dance of their own under the guidance of her very nimble fingers. She could tell David liked that
"Go on, cheri. Suck them. Put that soft mouth of yours on my tits and suck them. They're really sensitive. Go on."
One thing about the smoke. While it exhilarated her, heightening every perception, it seemed to have just the opposite effect on David. She was like a kid in a candy store, fingers flying all over his chest and stomach, anxious to get it all in one sweeping stroke, while he was content to he back and savor every moment of this sweet young virgin working over his body.
And where she was content to just touch his nipples before, now she was squeezing them with her fingers, watching them as they got harder and harder, responding to her eighteen, or almost, year-old-touch. She liked this new game. Playing with David's tits was exciting. She watched intently as the chest muscles jumped around and flexed, making the nipples rigid. She had power in her fingertips.
"What you're doing is okay, cheri, but I said for you to suck them. Lick on them like you lick on your own when you take a bath or when the lights are out. Or whenever. Kiss them with those soft-as-butter lips of yours. Come on, Lisa. Do it." When she responded to his needs he broke out in a series of sighs. "Yeah! That's it! That's it! That's it, cheri. That's better. Now use your tongue. Move the tip around and around. Work it! Work it! Yeah! Like that! Now you're really cooking, cheri. That mouth and tongue of yours really feel great on my tits. Work it, cheri! Work it!" It was really a startling revelation that she, with her very limited experience, could reduce such a fine specimen of a man to ooooing and aaaaahing like David was. Maybe she was born to this kind of activity, she thought. She certainly was taking everything beautifully in stride.
Lisa was sucking David's tits like all hell had broken loose. What she wanted to do most of all was reach out below that smooth silk dress and put those fingers right into her wet box. But it took both hands and her mouth to satisfy David. Every time she threatened to move one, he'd reach out and put it right back on the money. So she sucked. Sucked and licked and kissed them, feeling them twitching around in her hungry mouth, rolling them around in the wetness there. That a man's tits could be so much like her own, not in anatomy, but in response, so alive, so full of vibrating energy, had never crossed Lisa's mind. Now she was amazed.
When David took one of her hands away from his nipples and began to rub it slowly across the bulge in his crotch, she got the message right away. But she wanted some indication of its real size. She tried to get her hand around it. But his cock was too big for only one. And the fabric of his jeans and underwear kept getting in the way. But the length was a different matter. She would swear as she slid her fingers along the bulge to the point where his cock folded somewhere between his legs, that it must be at least all of ten inches. That she had to see right now.
But things tit-wise were going too slow. She'd have to speed them up a bit. He liked it when she squeezed and licked his tits. Maybe he'd like it even better if she bit them. Not too hard. Just gently at first and depending on the reaction, harder and harder. A series of rapid, easy nips had David gasping. "Aaahh, that's it, cheri. That's wonderful, my fine little fuck. Bite my tits. Yeah! Yeah! Bite them, cheri. And what about the other one? Doesn't that count too? Work on the other one, cheri. Put that mouth on my other tit and bite it. But gently.
Now he wasn't waiting for her to follow. He was too jumpy and hot for that. He simply dragged her head over to the other one, sprawling her body across his chest. Oh! If she could only stick something in that juicing cunt of hers. That would be so nice.
But David was pulling her mouth hard against his tit, forcing it open, forcing more of that muscular chest of his in her face, grinding her mouth into his hairy chest. And Lisa responded by biting and sucking like a milk-starved infant. If this was what it took to please her man, then that was fine with her.
And he was reaching one of those long arms across her shoulders, down her back and into the back of her panties. That felt great! David was going to play with her ass. Wow!
And what an ass it was! Tight, compact, firm. Everything a young ass should be. Yielding just enough under the ministrations of his work-calloused hands. Not too soft but still pliable. Like putty at just the right consistency. A good firm young ass.
This drove Lisa so crazy that she began earnestly devouring his entire upper body. Moving like a dervish from tit to tit, nibbling the skin in between, moving up and down the washboard muscles. A young fuck turned on. Really turned on.
And all the time kneading at that beautiful snake coiled in his pants and waiting to be free. How much longer could she keep this up without letting it out? The time was now, now, now.
"Wait a minute," she gasped, let's get this off," she shouted, tugging at his pants. She was so hot. And he was so hot, she feared the race would be over before it even got properly started. T don't want you coming too fast. In your pants and all. That wouldn't do at all, would it?" The excitement burned like a fever in her blood. "Get up! I want to pull your pants down. I want to get at that cock you've got hidden in there. Go on. Get up!" She grabbed the waistband of his levis even before he could arch his back, tugging as if her life depended on it. They were tight. It was a hell of a fight to work them over his ass and down to the floor. And David wasn't helping any. He was just stretched out enjoying the ride. But there is nothing as determined as a hot young virgin who has been stalking cock for so long, when it is so much within her reach.
Slowly, slowly his levis gave way to her resolute effort. Slowly, slowly it inched down his well-developed legs. She tugged and tugged, until, at last, his cock was free, jumping in the air at her, happy to be out of all restrictions on its freedom.
Lisa looked at it. Christ! It was bigger than she'd imagined. Big and ramrod straight and hard like a rock. Just what the doctor ordered. Another flagpole with a big rounded knob at the end. And with a drop of shiny, sticky liquid oozing out of the slit.
Taste it, Lisa. God on and taste that drop of come. A voice inside was directing her now. Urging her on. That and the prickly sensation clawing at her pussy. Lisa arranged herself between David's legs, settling into as comfortable a position as possible. Sticking out that startling pink tongue of hers, she licked at the drops of clear come, savoring the taste, eyes still glued on that cock that promised so much pleasure. Already it was delivering. She loved the taste of come. She couldn't wait to get more.
Before it was only the tip of her tongue in contact with his cock, licking the come. She stretched her lips, widened her jaws, and the big hot knob popped into her mouth as if it belonged there. This was sheer heaven for Lisa. To have that cockhead in her mouth, to feel it with her tongue as it flared and jumped around with every variation she tried. She licked at the slit. This drove David wild. She could tell by the way that live cock flexed and jumped that it was very sensitive. Contracting her tongue tip to a fine point, Lisa tried working it into the slit. Not that it got very far, the slit was too small, but it brought one helluva stir from that little monster of a cock. The head was alive and kicking. And flaming hot, too.
Letting some of the spit escape down the length of the shaft, she grabbed it down near the root and slowly started a long stroke, from the root to the head and back again. Slowly, slowly. Prolonging the pleasure. Not wanting it to end ever. His cock was so smooth and responsive, spurring her on to even greater variations of the main theme of cock in mouth, hands jacking the shaft off.
One hand she needed to hold the thing steady at the base. It was too excited to control otherwise. With the other she worked on that very tender spot where the knob runs into the shaft. She exposed it by pulling the skin way back, licking at it with her tongue to get it all wet and slippery. That way her hands could work best. Gently she twisted her tiny hand around it, twisting around and around, still flicking her darting tongue over the spot time and again, while keeping the knob secure between her teeth. All that at the same time took some doing but Lisa was learning fast. She picked up on effective cocksucking real quick.
"Okay, my young tight fuck, let's see you wet my cock up real good. Let's see some good hot spit all the way down to the bush. Get that tongue to working, fuck, and get my cock all wet. Make it nice and wet, Lisa!"
Lisa didn't have to be told twice. She set to work licking at David's flagpole cock with a vengeance. She couldn't get enough of it. Licking her way down one side to the root and up the other side to the head. Then starting all over again. Then licking down the top to his thick bush and up the bottom to the spreading head. She hesitated at the nuts for a while. Just long enough to give them one long lick. They were jumping, too! David was really hot. She made a mental note to come back to the nuts later on. There were still loads of other things she wanted to do to that cock.
Now that his cockhead and shaft were completely coated with her love spit, she was amazed at the ease with which her hands could slide over the hardened shaft. This was wonderful! It only spurred her to double her sucking and licking efforts, her mouth loving every minute of it, constantly fighting her hands for control of David's stiff, hard snake. How could she have been kept away from this greatest of thrills for so long and still survived, she thought, the wetness in her own crotch beckoning attention.
Holy Christ! Her cunt was on fire. Raging flames of passion shot through her body from that juice box. Working on David's big cock had started a torrent of juice flowing down there. Lisa's young hot body was really turned on now.
She had to do something about it. Not losing a single stroke, Lisa freed one hand to reach into her panties. It was so hot and wet. It felt as if she'd stuck her fingers into a bowl of yogurt. And Christ! How that eager pussy grabbed at her fingers! But it was the clit she zeroed in on, squeezing it and rolling it around between agile fingers. That felt good!
But David wanted all her attention, her undivided talent. "Uh-Uh-Uh!" he screamed. "That's a no-no, cheri. Get both hands here on my cock. Give it everything you got. And when the time comes, I'll give you everything I've got. No need to bother now. I'll be everything you can handle, much more than you ever had before."
Only that promise of more to come enabled her to take those fingers out of her hankering hole, putting them back to work right where he wanted them, on his cock. She knew that her act had really gotten to him, for now he was slowly pumping his hips. Back and forth. In and out of her mouth. No more sitting back like a prince and allowing her the pleasure of doing all the work. David was pumping slowly, in time to the music on the stereo, in and out of that hole in her face, that was so hot and wet and tight.
Slowly, slowly, the cock slid into her. On the middle of her tongue, gradually filling her mouth up, inch by loving inch of hot stiff cock to deal with. Stiff and smooth and silky. And all in her wet warm willing mouth. Could a real American princess ask for anything more than Lisa was getting at that moment?
Lisa wrapped her tongue around the bottom of the shaft, forming a tunnel of wetness against the flagpole, getting as much contact with it as she could, holding it like a bun holds a hotdog. What she wanted to do was hold it just there. Make that minute last. Capture that monster with her tongue. Wrap it in the soft flesh.
But David was too hot to allow any such shenanigans. He was just pumping cock into her mouth. No time for finesse now. Lisa could only use her tunnel tongue against that slippery cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. Quickly she was getting the hang of it. Cocksucking is a real pleasurable sport, once you understand what's required, she thought. Very pleasurable.
Wider and wider she spread her lips as further and further that big cock moved into her mouth. In, in, in, and she opened to accommodate its entry, feeling the aroused giant quiver every time she brought the very tip of her tongue against the slit in the head, the shiny head itself and that supersensitive area just behind the head. It was so easy. No big fuss. This she could do all day long.
But now David was really shooting his bolt. He brought his bear-like hands up, locking her head in position, in the direct path of his slow-moving battering ram of a cock, riding back and forth with each deliberate pump of his hips. A slow, graceful movement. Some exotic ballet done in the heat of pure human passion.
When he began feeling her neck muscles as she gulped and swallowed against his cock, Lisa just knew that she was on the threshold of a whole new revelation. The urgency in his big hands gave him away. Something was going to happen soon. But David just continued pumping away at her mouth, each time diving further and further. But still more than half his tool remained outside the reach of her tongue. This was not good enough. No sir. Lisa wanted all of it. Long and thick as it was. Lisa wanted every inch of that cock in her mouth. But how could she accommodate so much in her mouth?
David picked up on her desire, gradually feeding more and more of his long pole of solid male meat into her face, a little more each time he pumped forward, inch by incredible inch. His hands left her throat and wandered up to her chin and jaw, his fingers gripping both sides of her cheeks as his cock ballooned them outward. Through the pretty skin, he could feel the pressure of his organ as it slid past her teeth, over her tongue, plunging in and out, in and out.
This was super. Young hot blow-job, and a juicing cunt, he would bet too. He had some night ahead of him. No sweat. On a night like this he enjoyed staying in. Who wouldn't? Her mouth was driving his experienced cock crazy. This young fuck truly enjoyed pleasing him. She really loved sucking his cock. Not like so many shit heads who made you feel they were doing you some great favor just to lick the head, just to give you a hand-job. That kind of woman made a man feel like a shrimp that's been beached for a week. But not this little Lisa. She couldn't get enough of his cock. She loved cock. That was obvious. And so young and tender. Real prime fuck.
And, you know something, Lisa was thinking along similar lines. She loved the way David fed that monster to her, a little at a time, inch by inch disappearing into her face. And the way everything she did just seemed to please him. David was an okay guy. Just the kind to break in an almost eighteen-year-old virgin. If only he'd let her work that button toy clit. Massage it good. Something to ease the tension in her stomach. His cock was driving her crazy. Her cunt was burning hot. Steaming.
What she didn't know was that David was thinking that if she was good and hot, his cock could then show her mouth some real tricks. Tricks she'd never seen before. "Cheri, why don't you play with yourself a bit. I want to watch you get good and hot playing with yourself as you suck my cock. Bet you'd like that. Sucking on my dong and playing with your ding. Give that clit some enjoyment too, eh fuck?"
Without waiting for him to change his mind, her finger dove through her clothes, reaching for her pleasure palace. Uuuuuummm! At long last. That felt good. Hell, it felt great. Paradise to Lisa. A big cock in her mouth, her fingers exploring the familiar territory between her legs, being allowed to do what they liked best.
A shiver ran up her spine, rocking her body with electric jabs of delights. In and out rode the cock in her mouth. In and out went the fingers in her wet puss. Little wonder she was shaking like a leaf. It was too much for her mind to absorb. One step away from Lisa, hemmed-in daughter, was Lisa, expert cocksucker.
Wider and wider she opened her mouth. And now David was pushing his cock way past the center of her tunnel tongue and up against the back of her throat. This was a new twist. Suddenly Lisa started up with both hands pushing against that muscular, lean body, trying to get so much of that cock out of her mouth. But David was in no mood for such games. Further and further in that big, long cock of his went, cutting off all of Lisa's air. God, she thought, she'd die of lack of air. She wanted it, that was true. But not so much so soon.
When she was about to drop from lack of air, he slowly slid it out again, that big hand of hers locking her head tight against his body. No escape for our hot young cunt. No choice but to take whatever David had to offer. And that was some monster.
Just when the head butted her lips and she started to suck in some air, he rammed it into her mouth again. Not slowly this time. He slammed that brute of a cock right into her face.
Lisa stuttered and sputtered and spat. God! That cock was choking her. She was choking on his cock. Suffocated by a cock, what a way to go. But even then her tongue didn't want to let go of David's cock. Her determined tongue was still wrapped around as much of it as it could. Talk about being caught between the devil and the deep blue sea that was Lisa.
David pried her head loose from his stiff member. "What's the matter, cheri? Too much to handle? But listen, and listen real good. You came up here on your own and you got me all hot and horny. Now you're gonna get me off just the way I like it! For cheri, I'm gonna fuck your throat like it's never been fucked before. And you know something, you're gonna like it like you never liked anything before. I'll guarantee that, cheri."
Now Lisa's mind was in a tangle. What did he mean by fuck her throat? Was it what she thought?
She didn't have too long to wait. His cock was threading the needle again. Right dead in the middle of her face, past her lips, and right into the back of the convulsing throat. She coughed and coughed, forcing that cock out of her mouth. "What's up, cheri? Can't you handle a simple thing like my fucking you in the throat? Is that too much to expect from such a hot young fuck like you?"
Once the coughing stopped, she managed to stutter an answer. "Never . . . I've not been fucked in the throat before. This is the first time. You . . . you're the first one."
"I don't believe that! Great guns! A virgin throat. Cherry intact and all! Well, if it's that way, you and me are gonna change it. There's not really much to it. Just listen, it's all very easy once you get some tips from an expert."
"I. . . well. . . it's not like . . ." she began, but changed her mind when she saw the dark scowl on his face, "anything you say, David. After all, you're the driver. Anything you say."
"Listen good, now! Just keep that hot nice mouth of yours open wide and don't squirm around too much. Leave all the moving up and down to me. All you do is open your mouth. Got the message?"
Lisa nodded, still in some doubt, but nevertheless anxious to try this new twist to the hot game she loved.
"Next," he continued, "You hold your breath as I push my cock into your mouth. And when I pull it out, you breathe. Simple, No? In with the cock, hold your breath. Out with the cock, you breathe. A baby could get that. Let's get down to some throat-fucking then. We haven't got all night long."
She crawled over to him the way he liked his women. On her hands and knees. Settling in once more between his sprawled-out legs. Ready to go to work on that big dick of his once more.
"Why don't you play with yourself a little? Go on! You like that, don't you? Get your cunt all heated up once more. That's the way I want you. All hot and sweet. With that tight box of your steaming!"
Again Lisa reached her nimble fingers down into the slippery slick box of a cunt, doing as she was told, working her clit, dipping her fingers in her own cunt juice, spreading it around the folds of skin covering her clit and rubbing them all together. "Aaaa . .. aaaa . . . aaaaa . . . aaaaa . . ." Lisa was super hot again, gasping for breath as the surge of pleasure washed through her body. David could tell she was nice and hot again. No point delaying any further. Now was the time to tell whether she really had it in her. Whether she was really a super fuck.
To allay any doubts in her mind, he let her go back to what she so willingly had done a couple minutes before, sucking and licking away at his big bulging cockhead, stroking it gently with one hand while the other kept busy in her cunt. He enjoyed the tension that excitement seemed to build in her young body. She was hot and she was willing to learn. Whatever it took. Now he smiled, almost savagely, as her mouth redoubled its efforts to please him.
But slowly he once more began pumping into that wet mouth. Along the tunnel of the tongue, back further until he reached the very back of her throat. And still further. Right into her throat. Now he was fucking a young virgin throat all the way.
Lisa struggled as best she could, fighting to free herself, coughing like mad but unable to pull away from that big hand that kept her face right up on his cock. She was impaled on that shaft of meat. David didn't budge one inch. Slowly, like an executioner, he moved his hips forward some more. She wanted cock, didn't she? Now she was going to get cock. All of it. This way she could taste it, see it, smell it, and feel it. All at the same time. Could she want more than that? She was getting cock the best way he knew how to give it. Every last inch of it Right down her throat.
But what's this? Our little lovely Lisa was struggling like a rat with its head caught in a trap. Her struggles only served to excite David more. Every time she coughed, her throat contracted against the knob of his tool. Pulling and tugging was doing his cock good. The more she thrashed around, the better it felt. One of those rosy rewards for breaking in a rookie.
When he pulled her face off his dong and looked down at her, Lisa was sucking air like a drowning man. She wanted that cock, only it would take time to learn just how to take it all. Time which David didn't have. Now he looked at her face, flushed red, tears welling up in her eyes, and her busy fingers never missing a single stroke as she worked that hot clit of hers with a fierce passion!
"Remember what I said! Don't be so fucking stupid! Hold your breath when I go in, breathe when I pull out. That's so easy!" David was shouting, disappointed that Lisa couldn't get such a simple instruction. Without further warning, he rammed his cock down her throat again. Fuck! She would either learn quick or cough up her lungs. Humping all the way, he delivered quick short strokes into that tight throat which closed in around his cock. Then he pulled out again. Only to plunge back into her throat tunnel before she could sputter. In and out. So she wanted to get throat-fucked. Now she was getting it. And he wasn't hearing any complaints.
So in he went again. Shoving in his cock as deep as it would go. Then humping like crazy until it was in all the way. Then rolling her head around between his big hands and out again. Elementary, my dear Watson. In and out. Fast and slow, varying the pace. Then repeating it all. Quickly. No break in the proceedings here. Not with David worked up to the state he was in. Worked up by that hot young cunt, Lisa. With that sweet young body. And her exciting young innocence. That was Lisa, a package no man could resist. That is, no man who liked his pussy young and virgin. Prime veal.
Oh God, she thought, I wish he'd come. Why doesn't he come?
But coming was not on David's mind. Not yet, at least. There was a lot more to do before that happened. A long way to go.
He pumped his hips forward. Straight into her face. And out again. Never letting up. Never giving Lisa a moment's rest. Now at a slight angle. Scraping the sides of her mouth, hitting that soft, wet, internal throat-flesh before descending. Down into that tunnel of quivering throat that treated his cock so well. In and out. Pounding away at our Lisa's mouth with a ferocity she had never imagined possible.
Then he jumped to his feet, dragging her body with him and ramming the full length of his cock into her throat. This stiff pole, pushed in so brutally, all at once, brought her mouth/throat passage in one straight line, arching her neck in the process. It was as if someone had stuffed a thick bar down her throat. A steel bar with a flaring head and a pulsating shaft.
This time he made no move to pull it out. He just rammed it in and left it there. With no regard for her feelings at all. Her body skewered on that big stiff cock of David's. Skewered on a pole of live masculine meat, down her throat.
Lisa opened her mouth as wide as possible, desperately trying to get some air, fighting for her life. The room was swirling before her eyes, growing dark. She pushed against that firm muscular body, beating against his chest with her tiny fists. Air! Air! She had to have air. She hit him with everything she had.
Suddenly his cock slid out of her mouth. Lisa grabbed at the air like a beached fish, sucking it into her lungs. That was when David showed his hand. He plucked a small object out of a bag lying on the floor and pushed it into her face. There was a snapping sound like a twig breaking, and then a strange sweet pungent odor filled her senses, cutting off everything else. And the entire picture changed.
Instantly she wanted that cock of his. That big cock she had spat out not so long ago, the same one which had been threatening to choke the living daylights out of her. Whatever was in that tube worked a special magic on her body. Yesssirrreeee. Lisa wanted all of that cock and as far back into her throat as David could get it. All of it. And his balls too! She could handle it all now.
Now she fell to teasing him. Opening her mouth just a little bit and pushing that beautifully pink tongue of hers out at him, flicking it across the top of his cockknob and into the slit time and time again. Back over the top, polishing the head with her tongue, making it shine with her hot spit. Provoking David to action.
Okay, big boy, she thought, you want it so bad, come and get it. I'm not afraid of that big cock of yours. Lisa can handle it. Just try me, big boy. Push that hard hammer of yours into my mouth and watch me swallow it. Watch me take care of the little monster growing out of that bush. Try me, I'll show you, David.
But David just caught her head between his knees in a sort of wrestling hold and stretched out playing with himself slowly. Sliding his cock in and out of his fist with expert timing, bringing it right to her lips, popping the head between her teeth and popping it out again. Every time Lisa reached forward to swallow that dick, David would tighten the hold on his knees, keeping her out of range.
A few times and he was tired of this game. He switched to a new line of attack, scooting forward on the sofa and letting his ass hang over the edge, legs spread out wide before him.
"Come here, Lisa! Now you're gonna lick my big beautiful nuts. You're gonna suck 'em and lick 'em till I tell you. Be real good to them 'cause they're very sensitive. So come on! Get that mouth working on my nuts! Now!"
She didn't need an invitation to that party. It had been in her mind since she got his levis off. And the way they banged around as David slowly jacked himself off only attracted her more. God, they were so big. One of those love eggs filled her mouth right up. There was a nice feel to it, as she popped it in and swirled it around in the hot spit between her teeth. Like a sugar-coated almond. Only it didn't melt. But it was just as sweet. So Lisa flitted from one to the other, repeating the process to David's complete satisfaction. Soon they both were all covered with her saliva and sliding in and out of her mouth with a delightful ease. Big wet nuts popping in and out of Lisa's pretty mouth.
No wonder David was jacking off with a furious intensity now, that big hand of his just gliding across his cock with expert facility. He hit her face with the length of the shaft every time his hand whipped across the top. He was punching her face with his cock, but this didn't deter Lisa one bit His nuts were too exciting. How she wished he'd come and spray that hot load down her throat There was nothing she could really do to hurry him. David was in full control of the situation. But still the small taste of man-come she had had at the beginning when she licked his cockhead clean of those first few drops haunted her memory. Lisa wanted more of that delicious come. Right from the source. She wanted to lick every drop out of David's cock. Licking away at his balls brought her so close to the source. She was sucking David's come factory. Those shiny wet nuts produced the come she loved so much. So close and yet so far. And David content to slap the side of her face with that pile-driver of his, slowly working himself up to the point when he'd explode.
"Good! Good! Come here, cheri! Bring that hot mouth here! I got a big hot load of come I want to shoot into her throat! Right down into your goddam stomach. And you're gonna feel good swallowing it. Some come on! Open that mouth of yours all the way! Big Daddy's gonna give it to you. All of it for my little baby fuck!"
Roughly he snatched at her head, forcing her down on his throbbing cock, pushing it as far as it would go into her face. Quickly he brought his hips up and humped a few short, desperate strokes. Now there was no time for breathing. No time for Lisa to suck or lick at the flaring head. No time to polish the knob with her wet spit. Now all she could do was to open her mouth as wide as possible and hope for the best. David was too hot for anything else.
Lisa was just a wet, warm receptacle for his come, just a clutching something to massage his cock while he shot his load. All the finesse was gone as he took one last lunge, plunging fully into her throat, holding her head still between the fingers of one hand and shoving a broken-off popper onto her nostrils with the other. Instant reaction. She gobbled at his cock, providing that last final sensation that was needed to start his pumps going.
On with the afterburners, pulling out all the stops, firing on all cylinders, David pumped a hot stream of hot, living come, thick and white, in a series of quick bursts, shooting out of that violently spitting slit in his cockhead right down into her throat, the thick wad sliding down into her stomach with relative ease. No problem.
But even as David was coming, still he wanted to hump that throat, to get even further into it, to punish that throat fully. That's the only way a virgin throat would ever appreciate fully a good throat-fucking cock. You had to do your utmost. Give it a real first-class throat fuck. The kind they always remember.
Still shooting rapid burst after rapid burst of come into Lisa, David pulled back for one last, deep plunge with the passion of a drowning man clutching at a straw, a trail of hot come in the wake of his fiery poker. Now Lisa's throat and mouth were both filled with the viscous liquid and still she couldn't swallow. At least not all of it. It was too much. His jellybean nuts must have been in full production for a week to make so much.
Try as she did to prevent it happening, some of the precious fluid leaked out of her open mouth as David's still-spitting cock plunged into her throat for the last time, flexing and flaring all the way. It dribbled down her chin unto her neck, dropping globs on the front of her pretty silk dress. It was beautiful. Like an abstract Picasso, painted with the life-giving lacquer of this new lover. Her first, in the true sense of the word.
More and more bubbled out of her mouth as David finally pulled his still-stiff cock out of that battered hole in Lisa's face, filling in all the gaps in her live painting. Let us say that Lisa, our lovely little virgin-cunt Lisa, was truly a painted lady. And Lisa was in her glory. Wonderfully satisfied, as she dipped her fingers into the blobs of come and transferred it to her tongue. Not a drop of it was to be lost. It was too precious. And too difficult to come by, Lisa knew, since she'd spent a long time chasing it.