Chapter 1
By God I was free at last! After twenty years; no more twenty-four carat bitches, laughingly called wives; no more gut-twisting aggravation from snot-nosed teenagers; no more suffering in quiet desperation while the single studs snag all the cunt!! No more! Like Gaugin I'd told 'em all to shove it up their ass!!
From now on I had only one objective in life: lottsa CUNT ... white cunt ... black cunt ... yellow cunt ... old cunt ... young cunt ... just one endless chain of hot, juicy CUNT!!! Most guys my age are thinkin' about a nice little retirement plan, but then a lotta guys were lucky enough to marry women who didn't make a career of cheatin' their husband outta his sex for twenty years.
Now, as I cruised along U.S. 101 toward Monterey, I felt alive for the first time in twenty years. I had salvaged a few things from the wreckage, including a 1970 Ford station wagon; twenty grand in cash-all carefully deposited in banks scattered across the country; but most important, my looks and physical condition. I'd been very careful about the latter during the last ten years. One of the few luxuries I had managed to get approval on from my last wife was a membership in a gymnasium. She'd considered it a good investment for herself, not me. After all, the better shape I maintained, the longer I would be able to support her.
It still gave me intense satisfaction to relive my departure. She thought I'd lost my marbles. It was inconceivable to her that I would dare to cross her, let alone leave. Her raucous voice rose in a shrill crescendo of rage and frustration when I announced my plans.
"Norman Ballard, you've flipped, gone completely bananas! You take one step outta this house and the judge won't leave you enough to buy a popsicle." Her face had turned white, purple, and red, all in about two minutes. "You lousy, no-good bastard," she shrieked, "I'm calling Harry Jason right now."
As she reached for the phone to contact our lawyer I laughed and said: "Don't waste your time. I've already signed everything over to you. It's all yours, lock, stock, and barrel."
I thought she'd faint. Instead she steadied herself and looked at me with a new expression, one I'd never seen on her face until then. She was scared.
Now as I watched the western sky turn into a glorious panorama of golden and purple hues, I switched on my headlights and began to watch for a place to get a bite to eat. As the sunset finally faded into dusk my headlights spotlighted a road sign which indicated that San Luis Obispo was only forty miles away. About a mile further on, the figure of a hitchhiker was illuminated by my lights. As I drew closer, ,I saw it was a girl. Her garb was identical to every other hippie-type I'd ever seen. And they called us conformists! I was about to whizz past her, when I remembered my new aim in life. I braked to a halt and waited for her to run to the car. As I looked in the rear-view mirror, I saw she wasn't even hurrying. The insolent little bitch was slouching casually along as if I owed her a ride.
Finally, she opened the door, slid into the seat beside me, and closed the door. She was young, I guessed about eighteen, and like so many young cunts, absolutely gorgeous. Her parents must have spent a fortune on good food and vitamins when she was growing up.
She just sat there, looking around the interior of the station wagon, as I pulled away. Finally I could feel her luminous brown eyes looking me over.
"Groovy," she said.
"Who? Me, or the car?" I retorted.
Her lips widened into a cynical smile. "Both, if you happen to have middle-class values."
Horseshit I didn't need. Quickly I braked to the side of the road and said, "Okay you snot-nosed quim. This middle-class car was gonna transport your proletariat butt to your destination, but this middle-class square don't take no fuckin' lip from no proletariat cunt, young or old. Out!"
"Wow, man! Cool it!" she cried in astonishment. "Jesus, you're like my ole man; uptight about every little thing. Gee, I apologize. OK?"
"That's fine sweetheart, I'll accept it because it's probably the first apology you've ever offered. But remember, I'm not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill middle-class square. I don't take no lip, horseshit, or hippie insults from you, or any of your kind. That's what I call-doing my thing-dig?"
"Right on, man," she said with a more subdued expression on her luscious puss. "Christ, I never had anyone lay it on so flat. Funny, but I kinda like it. Hey, how old are you?"
"Forty," I said.
"Look, I don't mean to get personal, but you sure are well-preserved. I figured you for around thirty. Most squares who give me a lift have fat bellies, and look puffy. You're hard and lean-lookin'."
As she talked, and I drove, I had sized her up. She had long, thick, black hair, parted in the center, of course, and a firm pair of good-sized breasts peeked from the low-cut blouse beneath her natural leather vest.
Her hips were full, round and firm. They were in perfect proportion to her long legs and strong-looking thighs.
As I was inspecting her, my mind suddenly was flooded with a burning desire to fuck her. She must have sensed my thoughts, or maybe she noticed that my cock had begun to swell, because she squirmed a little closer to me and looked at me through half-closed eyes.
"I'm only eighteen," she whispered softly, "but I've been all over; know what I mean? Well, anyway, I'm hungry, see, and I haven't got any bread. If you could see your way clear to buy me a hamburger...."
"Then you'd be real grateful and maybe give this horny ole square a good fuck," I said, roughly. "You goddamn cunts are all the same. Trade it for bread, board, money, or anything else you're too fuckin' lazy to work for. Sweetface, lemme tell you somethin'. If, and when, I take it in my mind to fuck you, I'll do it. With or without a hamburger.
"Furthermore, Sweetface, I'm not as stupid as some of the poor slobs you've conned. I know all the tricks, baby. You young hips hop a ride; get a free meal; then threaten to yell 'cop' and accuse your benefactor of trying to feel your pussy, or grab a piece. That's usually good for twenty or thirty bucks blackmail. Right?"
"Hey, man, I wasn't gonna...." She pulled back in fright. I knew I'd hit the target though, because for the first time I saw respect begin to dawn in her eyes.
"Maybe no; maybe yes, Sweetface, but I just wanna make sure you get this straight. I've been eatin' crap from bitch-kitty's for twenty years, so I'm an expert. Consequently, as of day before yesterday, I made myself a promise. The next female who tries to dish me any shit is gonna be in the hospital for a long, long time. Is that perfectly clear?"
"Wow, I mean like, wow," she stammered.
"Now, how about that hamburger?" I asked and swung into a Whataburger joint. It was the first place I'd seen since I started getting hungry.
We both wolfed down the burgers and fries like we hadn't eaten in years. By the time we hit the road I'd noticed that the young cunt was beginning to warm up to me.
As we passed through San Luis Obispo she had edged closer and closer. By the time we were outside the city limits she was curled up and leaning against my right side.
"Hey, old man," she said teasingly, 'TH bet you know a lot about girls. You know, being married three times and an." Her hand moved onto my thigh.
My muscles tensed at her touch and I knew I wasn't going to be able to prevent my cock from hardening. She moved her hand up toward the swelling bulge, stopped just short of it, and squeezed my leg. I could feel her sweet, moist breath in my ear. Her voice, which was normally a little high-pitched, had sunk to a lower, huskier timbre. The little bitch had hot pants. I guess there was something about my manner, or looks, that had turned her on.
"Sweetface, you can't live forty years and not learn a few things about women," I told her.
"Yeah, yeah ... that's how I figured it. Anyway, I just wondered if I appealed to you like a woman. You know what I mean?"
"Cmon now," I leered, "you must have balled a lotta young studs."
"Oh yeah, but never a bull; a full-grown, mature bull. Wow! It makes me all hot and funky just thinkin' about it," she answered hoarsely. "Mostly I've done my balling when I was high on grass. Or else the guy just climbed on, popped, and split"
Shooting a quick glance at her, I said, "You tryin' to tell me you never had it with a guy sober? Sweetface, tell me: you ever had an orgasm?"
"Funny you should ask. I was talkin' to this girlfriend of mine about that last week. We were comparing notes, and wondering that very thing. When you're high on pot you're too stoned to know if you come or not. I don't suppose you would understand that since squares don't dig the weed. Anyway, I don't really know if I've ever been flipped that way or not."
As she talked her fingers had crept up to the huge bulge in my slacks and she was running them lightly over the curved bow of my cock.
"Wow! You're not exactly small in the cock department, are you? Groovy, man. Hey, you won't get uptight if I just explode a little, will ya?" she giggled wantonly.
"Help yourself, baby, but 'he who listens to the tune must pay the piper,' " I said. A light sweat was breaking out on my forehead. For eighteen, she had the most experienced fingers I'd ever felt. Her arm was around my neck and the soft firmness of her left breast was pressing against my shoulder.
As she fumbled with my belt I noticed that her breathing was becoming more rapid. After a few fumbling tries she finally managed to undo the belt. Like a darting cobra her fingers located the zipper tab, unzipped my slacks, wormed through the slit in my jockey shorts, and grasped the shaft of my rigid cock. Giving it a couple of squeezes she sighed huskily, and tongue-kissed my ear.
"You got the biggest, thickest, hardest cock I've ever felt. Jesus ... how could your wife have been such a bitch when she had this to play with anytime she wanted to?" she said thickly. Her voice was very low and sultry with arousal.
It was hard to believe an eighteen-year-old girl was able to get aroused so quickly. When I was a kid I remember trying for hours to get a girl even a little bit aroused.
"Hey, Hard Man, turn up the dash lights. It ain't every day I get a chance to see the prick on a mature bull-male," she whispered.
As I turned the dash lights up, she pulled my cock from the confines of my shorts and held it with both hands curled around the towering shaft An urgent pulsing sensation was already starting deep in my groin as her fingers stroked up and down the gleaming white shaft of my cock. She rubbed, kneaded, and squeezed it between her fingers until I felt a few small drops of seminal fluid ooze from the slit in the swollen tip.
Releasing my right hand from the steering wheel I snaked my arm around her waist and slid my hand up and under the hem of her blouse. Like most kids, she didn't believe in locking her breasts inside a bra, so my fingers closed over the fleshy fullness of her firm tit
"Squeeze," she breathed. "I love to have 'em squeezed till they're ready to bust Oh yeah. Like, wow! That's groovy."
I kneaded and squeezed her soft lush tit until I thought I was gonna squeeze it off. I let my fingers wallow in the hot firm flesh. She had large nipples for a blonde, and they were erect and taut from my caresses.
While I was busy with her breasts she had burrowed deep between my thighs and cupped her soft supple fingers around my testicles. With careful and experienced movements, she fondled each ball separately, then together, kneading and fondling and stroking them with lustful enjoyment.
Her armpits were wet with perspiration brought on by the sensual sexplay. As I ran my hand further down, over her stomach and belly, they too were moist from our mutual arousal games. Delving further down, my fingers encountered the elastic waistband of her panties.
Tantalizingly, I edged my fingers inside the band and moved downward. My fingers struck the wiry, thick mat of her pubic hair. I clutched hungrily, burying my fingers in the lush, moist forest.
Sweetface began to pant visibly. I wasn't exactly cool and collected, either. Luckily there wasn't much traffic, because my driving wasn't as smooth as it could be. Several times I had been so absorbed in the assault on my cock that I had drifted onto the wrong side of the highway.
Abruptly Sweetface released my cock, sat up and started wiggling out of her clothes. She whipped off the leather vest, then peeled off the pullover blouse exposing a pair of delicious tits.
"You got good tits for a little girl," I told her. I'd noticed she hated that 'little girl' bit.
"Fuck you, Hard Man, and cool that 'little' shit. I haven't been a 'little' girl since I was gang-fucked at eighteen," she countered angrily.
Then she pushed her bell-bottomed jeans down over her hips, and yanked them off. "Shit," she muttered, "might as well get completely skinny." Slipping her hands under the elastic waistband of her bikini panties she peeled them off.
As she straightened back up, I was afforded a view of a glorious thatch of thick golden pubic hair. It covered the swollen mound of her rather prominent mons, then grew to a widow's peak up her belly.
I started to reach down and bury my hand in the lush golden cunt hair, but she had other ideas.
"You just keep your eyes on the road, Hard Man, and leave the game plan to me," she chuckled. Kneeling beside me on the seat, her firm, wide buttocks rose up as she bent down over my crotch and recaptured my cock. A jolt of sensation nearly caused me to drive off the road.
I felt my dick being enveloped by warm, slick walls. Hot saliva foamed over the glans of my prick, thus lubricating the sensitive area to receive the maddeningly sensual assault of her whirling tongue. It swirled clockwise then counterclockwise around the ridge of my glans, and then moved to the sensitive underside.
The effect was almost electric. I could feel the surge of lust pulse through my guts. Like alternating current, it swelled, fell, then pulsed again, each time more strongly.
"Honey, you may be only seventeen," I hoarsely addressed the golden bobbing head, "but you sure know how to suck cock. Jesus!"
At my compliment, she redoubled the pumping action on my bursting member. I couldn't see her mouth or face, but her powerful mouth was forcing me to the peak very fast. My asshole was tight, and my buttocks were so tense I thought I'd get a cramp.
Wild with raw lust, I wanted to reciprocate, but everything was obscured. No, not everything, I thought, as I spied the soft white mounds of her buttocks on my right.
Driving with my left hand, I quickly snaked my right hand up her writhing back and slid my fingers over her velvety butt cheeks into her moist crack. Because of her bent-over position, her cunt was thrust upward and back, so my fingers plowed directly into the slick furrow of her labia. She was sopping wet.
As my fingers probed the sides of her inner labia she moaned, softly, but didn't lose a stroke as she vigorously pumped on my cock. Delving a little deeper, my middle finger edged into the cream-laden vestibule of her hole. She moaned more loudly and urgently, to indicate she liked it. Probing deeper, I slid my middle finger all the way into the sopping hot hole.
"Ohhh-mmm...." she moaned again, and gave my balls a little tug and tickled their underside gratefully.
Slowly I fingerfucked her with 'long, deep strokes. The gentle slurping sound caused by the action of my finger pumping in and out of her sopping vagina was deliciously erotic to my ears. It caused my balls to ache. And with her sucking too, I knew I couldn't hold back the onslaught of my orgasm much longer.
As I pumped my finger faster and faster in and out of her vagina, I allowed my thumb to massage the soft puckered lips of her asshole.
Then I got a wild notion! Transferring some of the hot slick juice ozzing from her cunt from my finger to my thumb, I smeared it all around her asshole. As I continued fingerfucking her spasming vagina, I probed the opening of her anus with my thumb. She was groaning and moaning so frantically I figured she didn't even feel the exploration of her anal canal. She was well into vaginal orgasm, and a few more pumps from her savage mouth would send my seething seed into her throat.
Then I felt the first spasms of her vaginal walls as they squeezed my pumping finger. As the dilations increased, the strong cunt muscles gripped and released my finger with harder and harder pressure. That's when I decided.
With a quick thrust, I buried my thumb in her anus, right up to the hilt. I was now holding her crotch the way one holds a bowling-ball.
"Mmmm...." she groaned loudly, and bucked her hips to escape. Too late! I was pumping my thumb and middle finger in and out of her vagina and anus simultaneously. Her sphincter muscles resisted the invading thumb valiantly, but to no avail. Gradually her anus loosened and started to grip spasmodically in rhythm to her vaginal spasms.
Suddenly she placed her forefinger under my balls and pressed hard on a point just below my scrotum. Simultaneously, she sucked hard and drove the full length of my cock into her throat.
My boiling load of gism surged, burst out the end of my cock, and flowed into her throat. Her cunt and asshole tightened in a viselike grip on my thumb and finger. Her body jerked frantically as the spasms of a multiple orgasm raked her from head to toe.
Releasing my spent cock from her mouth, she flopped on her side, panting. Her head still rested in my lap. Looking up at me she gasped, "Jesus! Wow! Where did'ja learn that trick with your thumb? That's the wildest trip ever. Got, but it hurt at first, though."
"Who taught you to give a blow-job, Sweetface? I've been to many a professional prostitute who didn't suck as good as you," I countered, somehow glad to be in control of myself again. It was one helluva experience to get a blow-job while trying to drive. Although it was a first for me, I wasn't about to reveal this fact to a young hippie cunt. It wouldn't suit my purpose to let her think she was more experienced than I. "Hey, I asked you a question: who taught you to suck cock?"
A frown crossed her face. "I'd rather not discuss it."
"Why?" I countered.
"I got my reasons. Now cool it. I don't wanna talk about it. Okay?"
"No. I wanna know how an eighteen-year-old girl learns how to suck a prick like a pro," I growled menacingly.
"Find a place to pull off the road for the night. I'll tell ya all about it then. Okay?" she said.
It was a reasonable compromise. Besides, we'd have to find a spot soon anyway. I spotted a small side road leading down toward the beach and eased into it. It wasn't paved but I saw that it was safe. After five minutes of bumping along, I felt the front wheels hit soft sand. I stopped quickly. No use getting stuck.
We both got out of the car, she still naked, and explored our surroundings. It was a brilliant moonlit night so we didn't have much problem seeing the terrain. It was a deserted stretch of beach and the gentle pounding of the surf was beautiful to hear. I knew I would sleep like a log, particularly with a warm lush cunt curled up next to me. I quickly arranged the back of the station wagon with the huge double-sized air mattress and beckoned my new-found blonde nymph to join me.
As she strode back from the beach through the sand her round, full breasts bounced freely, and the moonlight illuminated the swirling blonde mantle of her long hair, making it glow. Naked, without the crappy hip garb, she looked like a young goddess rising from the sea.
As I pulled her to me on the air mattress, she turned with her back to me and cuddled close. As the soft, firm mounds of her butt-cheeks pressed against my crotch, I felt her hand reach between her thighs, find my cock, and guide it to rest against her labia. Then she closed her thighs around it, locking us together.
"Mmm ... what a groovy way to sleep," she purred.
I silently agreed, but I'd never tried to sleep with a hard-on before. I sensed that she didn't want to pursue any further sexual activities tonight, and to be honest I was dog tired, too. Even so, I was still curious about how she'd gained such oral expertise.
"Sweetface?" I said softly. "Hey, by the way, what's your real name? Mine is Chuck."
"Sharon ... Sharon Burns," she answered.
"Remember you were gonna tell me...." I began.
"Chuck, you're a real nag. What difference does it make how I learned to give head?"
"I'm curious. I got a lotta things to find answers for, Sharon. Until a couple of days ago I was too busy working to do much living, or find out answers to things fiat weren't connected to my business. Now I'm gonna follow my curiosity wherever it leads me. Dig?"
"You bet. That's what it's all about, Chuck. Okay m tell ya. It ain't very nice, and not at all pretty," she began.
"My ole man divorced mother when I was about three. I guess he got tired of her nagging. Anyway, she remarried a guy about twenty years her senior. You know, for security and a home for me. Well, things were cool until I was about fifteen, I guess.
"Then I remember they started to fight a lot. I guess Hank, my stepfather, couldn't cut it in bed as much as my mom would have liked, and she'd been gettin' some side-action with a neighbor guy. Hank must have caught them a couple of times and blown his top. He was too ashamed to divorce her so he came up with a real wild scheme to get back at her.
"When she'd go out at night, he started coming into my room. At first he would just talk. Then he started exposing his cock to me. I was both scared and fascinated, but mostly fascinated. After a while he began urging me to kiss it. Finally, I did. It was really nice, so soft and warm."
Strangely I felt my own cock harden again. Her description of the situation was oddly erotic. One thing puzzled me though. "Wasn't he afraid your mother would find out?" I queried.
"He took care of that, but good," Sweetface replied. She must have noticed the hardening of my prick because I suddenly felt her fingers come to bear on the underside of my shaft. As she continued, her fingertips began to massage the sensitive junction where my glans joined in a V-shaped design.
"He'd caught me in the bathroom one day, playing with myself. Two days earlier Mama had also discovered me in the same situation. She screamed and belted me so hard I nearly passed out. Then she really gave it to me. Between blows she told me if it happened again I'd wish I'd never been born. Well, my stepfather overheard. When I first kissed his cock, he made me promise not to tell mama or he would tell her that he'd caught me masturbating. I was scared outta my head at the very idea."
My cock had grown rigid from the maddening finger massage. As she continued her fondling she pressed the throbbing cockhead into the warm, slick furrow of her labia. With tiny nibbling motions, the lips of her vagina tickled the tip of my prick. I longed to thrust it into the sweetness of her vagina but refrained because I was so entranced by her monologue.
"The next night, mama disappeared again and Hank crawled into my bed for the second time. When he told me to kiss his penis I did. Unlike the previous time, it swelled up and got very hard.
"At first I was frightened, but he explained to me that my kissing had been so nice it had caused him to swell. Then, as I continued to run my tongue around the tip, he pulled my head, forcing his enormous penis into my mouth. As I struggled to remove my mouth he became very excited. The more I twisted my mouth to remove the big fleshy thing, the more excited he got.
Finally he pulled it out of my mouth, grabbed it with his hand, and started jacking off. I was fascinated, because I suddenly realized how boys masturbated. I was so entranced that I wrapped both of my hands over his, and helped him jack off. To my surprise he suddenly began to moan and push up with his hips. Just as I was really getting excited about our actions, a big gob of hot sticky substance spurted from the hole in his cockhead and landed on my hands, wrists, and some even splashed on my lips. Involuntarily I licked my lips to remove the substance and was pleasantly surprised by its funny taste; kin da smooth and salty.
"Well-Hank gasped and fell back like he had fainted. I still kept my fingers closed around his huge organ. To my amazement it started to grow soft and limp. As it did, I noticed a tingling sensation in my crotch. My armpits were wet with sweat and I was panting like crazy. I didn't know what was causing my new sensations, but I was beginning to like them.
"Like right now. Just talkin' about it has me all wet and funky in my pussy. Wow, Hard Man, I'm ready to fuck again. Hey, I gotta great urge to jack you oft C'mon, say yes!"
Without waiting for my answer she released her hold on my cock, rolled onto her back alongside me, then recaptured my towering phallus with the fingers of her right hand. "Fingerfuck me while I jerk you," she said.
Reaching between her thighs she scooped op a big dab of cunt-juice from her vulva and smeared it all over my prick. "There! Now it's all lubricated and slick. Wow! Is this ever groovy," she exclaimed and began jacking her fist up and down the juice-covered length of my-shaft. I could almost imagine I was Hank and being jacked off by a cute little girl.
With her other hand she placed my left hand between the moist walls of her widespread young thighs and pressed it down over her wet vulva. "Do it with two fingers, Hard Man, it'll feel more like a cock ... ohhh yeah, wow!" she groaned as I sank my two fingers slowly into the sopping velvet sheath. As I probed, and stroked her hot, slick cunt, she pulled lazily away on my cock.
"To continue my story," she said, "I finally graduated from jacking him off to sucking his cock. As the months went by I really began to enjoy it. For a long time he never came in my mouth. Instead he'd remove his penis just before he came. We'd both jerk on it till he ejaculated ... hey! That really blows my mind when you tickle my cervix with your fingertips ... ohhh yeah." Her head which lay on my chest snapped to one side as I dug deeper into the soft cushion of her cervix.
"Anyway," she said, "one night, soon after I had begun to suck Hank's cock, he came into my room as usual. I smelled booze on his breath and I realized he wasn't the same.
"He flopped onto the bed, mumbling and swearing about my mother. I didn't really understand about drinking, so I paid no attention. I was too eager to play our little game. He just lay there mumbling as I unzipped his pants and pulled 'em off. Removing his shorts next, I finally got to his cock. It was already hard, which surprised me a little, but I just figured I could anticipate seeing his cream spurt sooner.
"I crammed his cockhead into my mouth and began to suck. I had pulled it in and out only two or three times, when I felt his hands clamp around my head. Then I felt his shaft fill my mouth until I was about to gag. It was strangling me. I fought to get free but he was too strong. Just when I knew I couldn't hold my breath another second, I felt him shudder violently and a thick stream of gism flowed in a hot geyser into my mouth.
"I thought I was going to die! Strangely, I was enjoying the feel of the gooey hot substance in my mouth as spurt after spurt spewed into my throat. Then he pulled out his cock and I could breath again.
"As I swallowed the creamy gunk, the door burst open and mother stood over us with a look of horror.
"She screamed, ran into her bedroom, then reappeared with a gun in her hand. Before Hank could scramble away, she pumped four shots straight into his gut.
"After that I must have fainted and gone into shock. The next few days are a blank. When I finally returned to any kind of reality I was in a hospital. Eventually, I was told that my mother was gone and I would live with my grandmother.
"She was a nice old lady and took care of me for the next year. She watched me like a hawk, too." When I was sixteen she finally told me that my mother had gone to prison and later had taken her own life from grief. Somehow it didn't seem to bother me. I guess I was too wrapped up in boys. At seventeen I split, and have been on my own ever since.
"Enough of that crap, you dirty ole man; let's fuck," she breathed hoarsely, her voice thick with lust "Oooow ... that organ of yours is a living thing. I can almost feel the gism boiling." Her head now snapped slowly from side to side, and her teeth were clenched. As she had talked, my thumb had been massaging her swollen clitoris in a slow rotary motion.
As my thumbnail scraped across the slick rubbery pip she jerked and placed her other hand over my cock. The sensation of two moist hands sliding vigorously up and down my cock was wild. A giant cunt, I cried to myself, a huge rippling cunt. I was being fucked by a giant amazon.
The fantasy drove me nuts. A series of tingling shocks traveled down my spine then surged through my balls and cock.
Sweetface grunted and moaned as she thrust her vulva savagely against my thumb. "Jerk me off. Hard Man. OOOH ... please, I've never been jacked off!"
Grasping the slick swollen shaft of her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger, I commenced jacking up and down the tiny organ.
"Jack off, jack off ... yeah, yeah ... ohhh I'm gonna ... OOOWWW GOD!" she screamed and dug her fingers into the soft vestibule of flesh at the base of my balls. Her vagina closed and opened with soft sucking slurps, and a fragrant trickle of honey oozed out as she grunted coarsely.
My balls exploded as her fingernails dug sharply into my cock. As I felt the hot glob of gism poise to gush forth, I grabbed her head and positioned it down over my cock. Automatically she opened her mouth, pumped me once more, and received my seed as it spurted up into her mouth.
"Mmmm ... yes. It's good, creamy ... hot. More! More!" she croaked and sank her mouth over the gushing fountain of flesh. Milking my cock vigorously, she squeezed me dry. Finally she slid my cock from her mouth and swallowed. "Ambrosia, Hard Man, ambrosia."