Chapter 5

The accountant turned out to be a crafty individual with a rugged body and a fairly handsome face. His name was Drew Fargo, and the animal in his eyes was obvious the moment he saw Judy. He had come to the office expecting to get laid by the same old dreary secretary he had been banging for the past three months—the one who never really mover her ass. Seeing Judy was a pleasant surprise.

Fargo was young to be in a position of such importance, but he apparently knew his business, which was why Gonz had hired him. He smiled at Judy, sitting on the edge of her desk while waiting to go into Gonz's office, and Judy had the good sense to smile back as if she meant it. He continued smiling all the way into Gonz's office, and a half hour later, Gonz came out while Fargo went to one of the desks in the outer room, and he walked over to Judy, saying, "Judy-honey, I need a small favor."

Gonz hadn't tried anything since that morning he had deflowered her, and Judy was constantly surprised at his almost-ingenuous countenance when he spoke with her, as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Gonz?" she asked.

"You're a good kid," he nodded. "You learn fast. Look, my boy Drew, over there, needs a date for the evening. What say you go out with him, show him the sights, you know."

I know, she thought to herself. Aloud, she said, "I'd love to, Mr. Gonz, but I'm not feeling too well, myself. If you want, I can call my sister. Maybe she isn't busy."

"Hey, you're really all right," Gonz said, and kissed her lightly on the mouth because no one was looking at the moment. "You're gonna work out just fine. You do that, honey. Set your sister up with Drew. Then, when you're feeling a little better, you and I can go to my apartment again."

"If that's what will make you happy," Judy told him, batting her eyes at him.

Oh yeah! This chick learned fast. She was no dummy.

Stan Gonz realized what a gem he had in Judy. It would be a while before he considered dumping her, all right. She was good at everything, including typing. He reached down behind her and squeezed her buttocks, then went back into his office.

Judy picked up the phone and called Debbie, who was a private secretary in a large accounting firm—which was why she knew all about books, Debbie was more than ecstatic. She knew all about Drew Fargo from Stan Gonz's three former secretaries. The man was insatiable.

When Drew walked over to Judy's desk afterward, thinking he had a date with her, Judy, still smiling at him, told him she had arranged a date with her older sister, a timid, rather shy girl. She showed Drew Debbie's picture, and when the man saw the size of Debbie's breasts, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. What was even more interesting was the fact that Debbie's lips had the same full pucker to them Judy's had.

He hurriedly left the place and went to his apartment, where he showered for a long time, then shaved. He rested after that, preparing his body for the ordeal he intended putting it through that night.

At eight o'clock he was at the address Judy had given him, pushing the apartment buzzer. When the door opened he wasn't the least bit disappointed. Here was one fabulous-looking girl.

When Drew Fargo did something, he did it in style. He took Debbie to the swankiest nightclub, and Debbie, while careful not to get drunk, sipped champagne, and put on a timid act, encouraging Drew to become bolder and bolder. She let slip that she worked in an accounting firm, herself, and admired accountants for their intelligence.

"You really wanna see some good accounting?" Drew asked, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get her to his apartment.

"Certainly," Debbie replied, her voice soft and meek.

"You willing to take a chance and come to a man's apartment?"

"Oh, I'm certain I can trust you," Debbie replied.

It was almost ten o'clock when they left the nightclub, and twenty minutes later they were entering Drew's small, but opulent apartment. The furniture and the carpeting was all of the finest quality. Drew showed her around the place, including the wallsafe he had hidden behind a sliding bookcase. Debbie watched as he twirled the dial, remembering the numbers where he stopped. He opened the safe and reached inside, pulling out two large account books, and for the next twenty minutes showed her which was the book shown to the heads of the Teamster's Union, and which book had the true figures. He was proud of his skills, and Debbie made certain to show her appreciation for his abilities.

There was a huge velvet pit grouping in the middle of the room. Debbie took the two account ledgers there, spreading them on the coffee table as she sat on the edge of the deepest sofa, and she looked, seeing how Stan Gonz ripped off the Teamsters' Union for more than a quarter of a million dollars a year. He had been doing this for more than ten years and had salted away two-million dollars himself, while spreading the rest around to underlings. Debbie figured a hefty chunk of his two-million went to the godfather backing him, whose name was also in the correct account ledger. Something like this would set organized crime back a good five years in the labor unions, if it was put into the right hands.

Drew Fargo believed Debbie to be impressed with the way he manipulated numbers, never once thinking she understood anything else in the book. After she had looked at the books for more than fifteen minutes, he said, "Enough of that. Let's you and I get down to more important things," and he put the ledgers away.

"What are you talking about?" Debbie asked, as he sat on the couch beside her, her heart racing at the prospect of being seduced for a change rather than being with a man who knew how much she liked it.

"I dig you," Drew told her. "I dig you a lot."

He kissed her, and she pretended to tremble with fear. She didn't kiss back, and when he finished the kiss, she said, "I'm afraid, Drew. I mean, I hardly know you ... "

"Hey, what's that got to do with it?" Drew asked. "Tell me, do you like me?"

"Well ... yes ... I suppose ... "

"Not suppose. Do you like me?"

"Yes."

"Good, because I dig you the most. I want to do things with you, but I'm not the kind of a guy who's going to twist your arm and say you have to do this or you have to do that."

"I'm glad," Debbie murmured, sitting back on the sofa and leaning against him, nuzzling his cheek. "You won't make me do anything wrong, will you?"

"Well look at this, this way. The only thing that's really wrong is when you hurt someone. I wouldn't dream of hurting you. So in that sense I'm not going to make you do anything wrong."

"I knew you were a nice guy the moment I saw you," she said. "All the other men I go out with insist on putting their hands all over me, trying to touch my ... well, my private area."

"Well I'm going to make love to you," he admitted, "but if you want, I won't touch that sweet little pussy of yours."

Debbie blushed on cue, then asked, "How can you do something like that?"

"Well, I'm not going to touch you, but are you afraid of touching my ... uhhhhhh ... private area?"

"You mean you want me to ... "

"I want you to fondle it, for starters, if you aren't afraid, that is."

Debbie sat there, appearing to be momentarily frozen, and he got to his feet, standing in front of her, waiting for her to make the next move, saying, "If you promise not to run, I'll get undressed and make it easier for you. Will the sight of me, naked, scare you?"

"I'd feel so silly sitting here fully dressed with you naked," she told him, giving him an opening.

"Well, suppose we undress together. I won't touch your cunt unless you give me permission, fair enough?"

"Fair enough," Debbie agreed, and stood.

The two of them hesitantly took off their clothes neatly folding everything and laying it all out on the backs of chairs.

"Wow!" Drew gasped, looking at her body with the upstanding breasts.

Unlike her sister, Debbie had nut-brown nipples with equally brown circles around them. Her skin was a light tan, not white like Judy's. She looked at his penis and had to admit Drew Fargo had a formidable organ.

Debbie sat in front of him, her hands unmoving, as if she was afraid to make the initial move. Drew reached down, grabbed her hand, and wrapped it around the thick column. Debbie had to admit he was thick, all right. Not many men had a heft like this. She pretended to want to pull her hand away, and Drew kept his own fingers tightly wrapped around his penis.

Debbie made believe she was frightened and forced a tremor through her body, but Drew, confident in himself, was certain he'd be able to heat her up in no time. The woman was inwardly amused, noting any intelligent man would have taken the time to heat her up before the two of them undressed.

"Rub it," Drew gasped, feeling the thrilling touch of her fingers. She might have been new at this—as far as he knew—but there was something about the way her fingers moved, almost as if pressing the holes in a flute, that made him want to hit the ceiling. "Keep squeezing it like that," he told her. "You can feel how hard it is, inside, and how smooth the hot skin is on the outside. Feel it from top to bottom and sort of get used to it."

Debbie allowed another shiver to course through her when he finally removed his hand from hers. She gave the impression of wanting to unwrap her fingers from around the thick hardness of his wantonly solid cock. Her palm moved as if it was too hot to continue touching. Her hand opened and released it, but she didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she kept her hand hovering over the pulsating organ, and he remained standing in front of her, shuddering himself, anticipating, calculating, and too smart to hurry her.

There was something about this chick that got to Drew Fargo. She seemed to be so innocent, but that hand of hers, when it had grabbed his cock, seemed to know it all. Christ, but she was the best thing to come along in quite awhile. Maybe he'd be able to set up something on a semi-permanent basis with this one. What would be even better would be to screw both, her sister and herself, together. Man, that would really be something.

Debbie's fingers were widely spread, as if not knowing what to do at that point. She acted as if she wanted to take her hand away, but she kept it hovering above his penis as if undecided whether to put her hand down or continue. All this time Drew patiently waited—Debbie had to give the man an A-plus for patience. He might have been working for Stan Gonz, and he might have been a little underhanded when it came-to twisting the account books, but Drew Fargo was not basically a bad guy. Debbie decided she would spend the entire night with him.

As if she had finally made up her mind, she reached a quivering hand back to the now-white-hot cock. First she rested her fingers against it, and then she slid her hand forward, letting her palm touch it. She slid her hand back and forth along the top of the phallus, and finally she slowly, carefully wrapped her fingers around the telephone polelike organ, as if first beginning to comprehend that as hot as the penis felt it wouldn't sear the flesh from her palm.

"It certainly is hot," she gasped, her full breasts quivering, making Drew Fargo lick his lips.

"Yes, it's hot like the inside of your cunt," he told her.

"I've ... welll ... never felt anything like it before," she lied to him. "I mean, after all, it is very smooth to the touch, yet the outer flesh looks so mottled and ridged. It's doing all kinds of crazy things in my hand, throbbing, swelling, trying to jump, pulsating. That bright reddish-purple dome on top seems to constantly expand and contract. When it does that it releases more of those slippery drops. I think I have a liquid like that inside me."

Softly, tenderly, with great care, her shuddering hand continued caressing the lavender head, and when a drop of the slick oil fell on her hand, she automatically rubbed it back into his penile flesh. The faster she rubbed his cock, the faster the seepage came out, and soon more was seeping from the eyelike slit than she was able to rub back into his flesh. It coated her fingers each time they tugged the hard cock upward. Her pulling hand was shortly causing the fluid to flow with such consistency she had to cup her other hand beneath the penis to catch the overflow. Soon a pool of sticky liquid had formed.

"Where can I get rid of this?" she asked, pretending to still be naive.

"Why don't you taste it?" Drew asked.

"What?" she gasped aloud, pretending to suddenly become very frightened.

"Oh come on, Debbie. You heard me," he said in a soft tone of voice. "Just lick it with the tip of your tongue. Give it a taste," he told her, perspiring with anxiety, wanting to see her pink tongue touch his fluid.

"That's crazy," Debbie told him.

"Hey, not at all. You know, tasting the fluid is part of all that we're doing. You'd be surprised how much fun it can be. It's a body oil that comes out of me, and it's supposed to wet down your vaginal tunnel, along with your own liquid, making it easier, if and when you ever decided to let me fu ... uuhhhh ... well, you know. You already know your own body produces a similar liquid, So go ahead and taste it. You'll see, you'll like it."

"No, no, I won't do anything like that," Debbie told him, outwardly terrified, inwardly aching to drink the pool down before it evaporated.

"Come on," Drew begged. "Give it a try. You'll see, you'll like it, you truly will." And to prove his point, he dipped a forefinger into her palm and touched it to his tongue, saying, "See. If I can do it, you can do it."

Still pretending to be terrified, Debbie leaned forward and sniffed the fluid, wrinkling her nose as if expecting to smell something awful. "Well," she said aloud, "At least it doesn't smell bad." She visibly inhaled strongly, holding her breath, allowing her tongue to extend between her pouting lips, its tip barely touching the oily puddle in her hand. For an instant she let her tongue remain hanging out, as if afraid to bring it back into her mouth, but then she seemingly gathered her courage and brought it back in. A moment later, she said, "You're right. It's tasteless, even if it doesn't taste good." She proceeded to lick the rest of it from her palm.

"See," Drew told her. "Now that really wasn't so bad, was it. Now that you've taken the first step, it's going to be easy for me to keep my word to you about not touching you between your legs while doing things with you."

"How's that?" Debbie asked, all wide-eyed and innocent.

"Uh ... well, what I'd like now is for you to open that gorgeous mouth of yours and wrap those fabulous lips around my cock. I mean, it's just as easy as everything else, and if you relax your throat you'll be able to swallow the whole length, pulling the head right into your throat. I mean, I know my cock is kind of long and thick, but all you have to do is keep the throat muscles relaxed, and you'll be able to do it easily."

"Are you sick or something?" Debbie asked, feigning indignance. "I'd never do something like that."

"Why not?" Drew asked. "I mean, I can tell you right now, this is something you'll come to like just as much as I'll like it. You'll see. I mean, you must've read books where men and women go down on each other."

"Well I know men do it to women," she teased, "but I had no idea women did it to men, too."

"Hey, it'd done all the time," Drew said in his most convincing voice. "For me to have someone special, like you do it, will make the thrill that much greater, Look, all you have to do is open your mouth and let your tongue act like a sort of plank along which my cock can slide. My cock'll feel as good on your tongue to you as your tongue'll feel to me. I want you to keep your lips forming a tight ring, and I want you to slide 'em back and forth around my prick. Now here's the most important thing: when I shoot, you have to have my cock jammed all the way into your throat and you-have to keep on swallowing so your muscles will press around the head of the cock and give me the full thrill."

Debbie gave him a look as if to let him know he was sick. She shuddered, saying, "It sounds like you're the one who'll be getting all the thrills, while I'll end up with a stomach full of ... uuuugggghhhh ... sperm."

"Hey, it's just that I promised not to touch you down there. If you want to let me touch and kiss you down there, well, I'll be more than happy to oblige."

"I don't know ... " Debbie shrugged.

"Hey, look I dig you. I mean you're really special. Sure I try to come on with every chick, but you ... well you're someone I'm learning to like a lot. I could've kissed you and hugged you and run my hands all over you, and soon we'd either be on the couch or the floor fucking away like bunnies. But I don't want to be that way with you. I want our relationship ... and we are definitely going to get something going ... to be good, really good. I want it so that neither one of us is afraid to do anything with the other at any time. Jesus! I want to be able to see you more than just this one night."

"Are you telling me the truth?" Debbie asked, feeling inwardly thrilled, because she was fast coming to like Drew Fargo. "I mean, if you're not just handing me a line, I guess I'd be willing to learn how to do anything with you."

"Hey, will you stay with me all night?"

"If you really want me," she told him.

"Sheesh! You just bet that lovely little bottom of yours I do. Honey, you'll love sucking as much as I love being sucked, and if you give me the okay, afterward, I promise to definitely reciprocate. I'll bet you really have a tasty pussy."

"I-I don't know what to do."

"Come on, Debbie. Suck my cock."

Debbie inwardly shrugged. She had run out of time. She had to get down to business now. The man wanted his cock sucked, and she knew that was just what she was going to do. Oh, she had known it all along, but the time had come. It was barely possible this was the beginning of a nice relationship. Even if she got the books for Judy, there was no law that said she had to tell where the books came from. She wanted to keep Drew Fargo out of prison ... at least for as long as he was willing to make her happy. Besides, he did have one helluva cock, there. She had been aching to wrap her lips around it the moment she had seen it, just as she was aching to feel it in her cunt.

Debbie was twenty-three years old, now. As far as she was concerned, it was time for her to settle down with a man, even if the man wasn't marriage-minded. Drew Fargo was the kind of man who appealed to her, and even if she intended double-crossing him by bringing his ledgers to Judy, she wanted to protect him to the best of her ability. Drew was a good-enough accountant to make a living legitimately. She might even be able to swing him a job with her own firm. Even so, she had to make him believe she was sucking his cock not because she initially wanted it, but because he was so convincing—one way or another. She had to make him believe that it was his mastery over her that was making her do it, and as a result, she was pleasing him.

Drew Fargo had been more than patient. With almost all the other broads he hadn't gone through this dumb rigmarole. True, all the other broads didn't attract him like this one. She was something terrific. She had a body that was fabulous, and if she was able to suck and fuck just half as good as she looked, she'd be the best pussy he'd ever had. He had lived with two other girls for a brief span of time, one at a time, but none of them had initially hit him as hard as this one. Jesus! She was so spectacular, that looking down at the top of her lovely head so close to his wavering prong, he was going nuts. If she didn't open that lovely mouth of hers real soon and start sucking, he was going to grab her by the hair and cram his cock right down her beautiful throat. He had to try persuasion one more time, so he said, "Think of it like a piece of sweet sugar cane. Just pop it into your mouth and suck on it."

Debbie stared at the blunted tip of the thickly pointed penis. She noted it was well-aimed, like a straight arrow directed toward her lips. It took all her willpower to keep from laughing out loud. What the hell! He was persuasive enough. From the way his cock was vibrating, it was obvious he was inflamed. She leaned closer to it, pretending to shiver, then decided to tease him just a wee bit more before proceeding with the actual fellatio. She pulled back, gasping, "I just can't seem to do it, Drew."

Drew gathered all his willpower to keep himself from slamming his prick into her face then and there. He reached down and shudderingly cupped the back of her head. Then he slowly forced her pretty face closer and closer to his throbbing cock, saying, "Come on, Debbie, you sweet, wonderful woman. Let's stop this folderol and get down to doing it. Open that lovely mouth of yours and start sucking on my cock so I can eventually reward your efforts with a tasty load of sperm which I promise you you'll love so much, you'll pull every drop down that lovely throat. You won't ever want to go to bed without sucking a cock again, you'll see."

"Oh no ... no ... " she gasped, inwardly laughing so hard tears came to her eyes. She created the impression of being so terribly unsure of herself as the tears that had come from her inner laughter spilled down her cheeks, and her quavering voice begged, "P-Please ... oh p-please, Drew. D-Don't make me d-do this t-terrible thing. P-Please!"

Gripping the back of her pretty head a little more firmly, Drew Fargo solidly yanked, tuggging her off the sofa, letting her knees hit the softly carpeted floor before him. This wasn't the first time she was going to be forced to suck a cock, but it was the first time Debbie had ever been forced into this humiliating position. She was enjoying the degradation, knowing the man was doing this after all patience had been exhausted and she had, in essence, driven him to it. She moaned out loud as if suffering, weeping with her lips tightly clamped for the moment. She knew it was impossible to continue this way, but she was having a ball making him force her. Eventually that wonderfully stiff length of throbbing cock would force its way down her throat. She was barely able to contain herself, but did so in order to make this appear more convincing to Drew.

Drew tugged her face a little closer to his throbbing penile point, and Debbie tried turning her head in the hopes of making him think she was avoiding his oncoming dagger of flesh as it streaked toward her clamped mouth. It slapped against the right side of her face, and the burning heat of it stung her cheek as the rich manly aroma emanating from it wafted slowly into her enlarging nostrils. Perhaps the colorless fluid seeping from his penile slit was odorless, as she had known it to be all along, but there was an arousing scent drifting up from his testicles which was making her shudder and tremble with lust, and she realized the time was fast coming when she would no longer be able to hold out. Her mouth was watering with anticipation knowing what was coming.

It was at this point that Drew Fargo realized he was about to get his cock sucked. The woman had just about stopped her struggling. Some of his oily lubricant had smeared itself along her cheek as his rubbery cock-head slid back and forth, but she no longer was struggling and fighting. He was certain his manly personality had helped to change her mind, causing her to accept what he wanted, whether or not she really wanted to go through with it.

Drew was able to sympathize with the woman, in a way. It had taken him a long time to lap his first pussy. The woman whose cunt he first ate had sucked his cock more than a dozen times before he had finally consented to go down on her. He had done so with considerable trepidation, at first. Once he had started lapping, he found himself unable to get enough of her meaty cunt. He had licked for more than a half hour, driving her crazy, because she had come four times and was highly oversensitive. After that, he had lapped the pussy of every woman he managed to fuck. Funny, but this was the first time he was making a female go down on him before either sucking her cunt or fucking her. The fact that she was about to do it—and without any kind of real preliminary warm-up—made him like her all the more. She was one special female, all right. Hell! If they got through this particular night successfully he'd try and get her to move into his apartment with him. What was more, he'd continue paying the rent on her other apartment so she'd be able to move back in any time she wanted to leave him, but he had a feeling it would be a long time, if ever, before this particular doll walked out. Jesus but she was something terrific, all right.

Her lovely face was pressing against the length of his shuddering cock, and for the first time Debbie stopped pretending to be frightened of it. The feel of the soft outer coating of satin flesh covering the steely hardness of the solid rod as it rubbed against her cheek—as well as the stimulating scent rising from his crotch was something she found more than a little arousing. Her pretended fear was no longer able to remain in evidence. The very nearness of his heavily pulsating pike—its simply being there—it's closeness was so overpoweringly delightful, it was comforting her and making her burn with desire for it.

Turning her face toward the organ, Debbie slowly surrounded it with the palms of her hands, shaking her head to signify she wanted him to take his hand from her skull. Drew did so, then slowly, determinedly, she moved her lovely face forward, parting her full, cupid's bow lips, making a perfect oval with her lips in order to welcome in the great head of his massively throbbing phallus.

Drew waited until the young woman had opened her mouth to the correct width before slowly, very slowly inserting the head of his fiery phallus inside. The slowness was totally out of consideration for her and what she was doing for what he believed was the very first time, but it was also to allow him to watch the way her mouth puckered around it, the tongue all prepared to go to work. Looking at what she was doing was just as important as feeling it, and he wanted to enjoy the sight of her pursed mouth moving along the length of his throbbing cock as well as the feeling of her smooth tongue as it warmly trickled along the length of his penile underside.

Once the swollen head of his poker of flesh was pushed inside her lovely mouth, Debbie slowly, tantalizingly tightened the ring of her heart shaped lips, pursing them firmly around the solid hardness of the fiery masculine wand. The meaty taste of it sent shuddering thrills through her oral taste buds and Debbie realized this was one cock she really liked a lot. Yes, she had to admit, no two penises ever tasted the same, and this one had a superior flavor to all the others. The thrilling taste of his flesh on her moving tongue was sending electrical charges shooting through her trembling body. Mmmmmm! It was good, really good. The more she sucked, the more she felt his thickly pulsating cock throb, and the more she enjoyed it. Yes, everything was going to be just fine. She was looking forward to the finale when his sperm would shoot down her throat. Debbie never told anyone, but sperm sliding through her gullet, touching sensitive nerve-endings always set off an orgasm in her own body. Christ! She had to taste his semen. She wanted it washing over her tongue, lining her throat, coating her cheeks, and finally dripping down into the hungering depths of her trembling belly.

Once the thick length of throbbing cock was in the tightly heated sucking depths of her mouth, the young woman slowly closed her pursed lips even tighter around the rigidly pulsing wand. She tightened them until they looked like an unending ribbon, squeezing so tightly it made it hard for Drew Fargo to shove his throbbing cock any deeper. The agony he was undergoing thrilled her no end, knowing her lips were beginning to build ecstasy in him.

The instant Drew felt Debbie's pressing lips tightly grip the length of his swollen penis, swallowing the dull red-purple head and now half the meaty shank as well, his eyes shut and his head fell back as an unintelligible moan passed between his lips. He thrust his anxious hips forward, sending more of his solid phallus into the tight ring of her slurping mouth. Her lips were forming a circle so tight, they seemed to be scraping the outer layer of skin from his penis. He was in thrillingly joyous pain. Christ, but she sucked like a real pro instead of the terrified prig he had believed her to be. This lovely, long-haired woman was everything he had ever wanted in a woman, including being the most natural cocksucker he had ever had the pleasure of feeling around his cock. She was sucking as naturally as a kid sucked at a nanny's udder. It was obvious to his expert eye that she was not really used to anything like this, and that was precisely what Debbie wanted him to think. As he continued pushing his heavily throbbing phallus deeper, she started making all kinds of strangely guttural sounds deep in her larynx. He felt her throat working as she swallowed her saliva to keep from gagging.

"Ghhhhhhhh ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah," he gasped, his voice a hoarse whisper. "You learn really quickly. That's just the way to do it, honey. You're a natural at this. You're going to be the most fabulous cocksucker of all time. God! I want that mouth reserved from now on strictly for my own penis. Oooooohhhhhhh! Just keep moving that great tongue of yours ... yes—yes—yes ... let it lap against the underside of my throbbing cock. Uuuunnnhhhhhhh ... wonderfullllllll ... fabulous ohhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... yes ... yes ... suck ... suck ... s-u-u-u-u-u-u-ccccckkkkk ... "

Debbie was enjoying herself immensely, rolling her tongue around the meaty lance thrusting back and forth in her mouth. Knowing the effect her lips had on this man thrilled her even more. She started sucking even harder, her lips continually pulling on the solid shank of stiffened muscle and flesh as if she actually expected to extract a full measure of nourishment from it. The truth was, she would be extracting protein from it, and very shortly. Her head continued bobbing forward and back, her flaming tongue lustily lapping against the burning meat on the underside of his licentiously thrilled penile organ. Her hands now lifted and tightly clutched Drew's moving hips to keep him more steadily in place as her head began pumping back and forth at greater and greater speed.

Each time her mouth moved forward, the sucking woman took a bit more of his rigidly meaty organ into the depths of her sucking mouth. Soon the head of his weighty penis was pressing firmly against the back of her throat, doing its best to force itself into the tightness of her gullet. For a moment she purposely kept her throat tight making it difficult for his cock to penetrate. After all, it would never do to let things happen too easily. After awhile, she relaxed her throat, enjoying the turret-shaped head pushing deeper and deeper, and she literally sucked the full length of his phallus into her mouth, pulling the meaty glans into her esophagus, feeling it touch all the sensitive nerve-endings inside.

Debbie's lovely cheeks swelled as she pushed her face forward all the way, enjoying the sensually smooth feeling of his rounded penile point bluntly shoving its way into her narrow pharynx. Where it had seemed long to her when she'd first looked at it, Debbie now felt the thickly swollen cock just wasn't long enough, even if it was one of the longest ones she had ever swallowed. She wanted to feel the thickly heavy poker of heated flesh pushing into the depths of her growling stomach.

Her working tongue jumped out, reaching as far forward as possible, lapping all over the organ, and with the tip of said tongue she was able to lap at the man's heavy white sac of wrinkled testicles. Soon she was pushing her face so far forward her nose was squashed against his hairy pubis and her lower lip was actually able to suck in a little of the flesh of his scrotal sac. Then her head tugged itself back, her mouth sliding along the full length of cock, feeling it slip from between her lips as her tongue lapped strongly around the top and sides of his throbbing cock. With her head tugged all the way back, Debbie was able to lick with her tongue around the spongy tip, circling the glans, tantalizing the little slit, lapping and licking with all the ability at her command, taking Drew totally by surprise. She wrapped her oral organ tightly around the pulsating of his corona, her lips tightly pulling and tugging on it, making the man gasp and sigh with lust.

Drew gasped and groaned a lot, letting Debbie know precisely how much he was enjoying all the wonderful things her sucking mouth was doing to him. To the man it felt as if Debbie's tongue was licking through the tiny eyelike slit, reaching directly into his penis, and through his penis down into his testicles, tickling him from within. For some unaccountable reason Debbie felt inordinately proud of herself. She had sucked more cocks than she cared to remember, but sucking on this one was something special to her, and she was happy she was able to please this particular man. Once again her tongue licked beneath the coronal ridge of his mushroom-topped penis, then she used her lips to surround it and pull until he thought his very glans were being torn away from the rest of his phallic pole.

"Oh wow!" he gasped. "Debbie, you are the most wonderful, the most fantastic ... uuuuhhhhh ... the most fabulous ... hh-hhuuunnnhhhh ... the absolute greatest woman there is ... ahhhhhh Jesus! I'm going ... uhhhhhh ... cra-a-a-a-zzzzyyyy. There's never been another mouth like yours in the whole world as far as ... un-nn-nn-nn ... I'm concerned ... ohhhhhh-hh ... and there probably never will be. You have to be the ultimate cocksucker."

He continued expounding words of encouragement, and this made Debbie suck even harder and faster as she exuberantly thrilled to the wonderfully meaty taste of him. She, herself was completely overjoyed, knowing her mouth did this to him, thereby having such complete control over him. Her love of fellatio manifested itself in the way she sucked, bobbing her head, nodding it up and down. It kept time to the rhythm set by her licking oral digit. Debbie let her working tongue twine itself and unwind itself around Drew's throbbingly solid cock, pressing strongly against the firm underside of the penis, feeling the mounting flames within. This caused her upper dentures to very lightly press against the top of the extremely sensitive magenta dome.

Now was the time to let her sexual expertise come through. Drew would think it was his urging that brought it on. He'd pat himself on the back, thinking he'd turned a novice into a prick-eating expert. Her sucking lips were moving back and forth along the length of Drew Fargo's cock as the solid organ repeatedly plunged into the deepest part of her mouth, each time burying its minaretlike head in the sucking depths of her tight throat. Debbie's oral cave had become an overpoweringly powerful vacuum, sucking, leeching, mightily pulling on the throbbing length of the man's thrusting spire. Her mouth was no longer merely tugging on his pulsating cock, but was able to suck his testicles in, as well. Drew felt shuddering electrical tingles of burning static buzzing through his jumping, leaping balls, continually shocking him as her voraciously hungry mouth continued engulfing the entire wrinkled mass of his doughy, hair-covered scrotum each time her face plundered forward and her throat swallowed down the pulsating length of his massive cock. The man's balls were now tingling with thrilled vibrations as the bubbling seed within prepared to unleash itself. Drew was pumping more and more violently into her sucking mouth, forcing his heavily prodding cock deeper and deeper into her sucking throat as if trying to find something in there. Debbie took a firmer grip on the man's hips to keep him from twisting around as his steamy penis pushed its way in and out of her sucking mouth.

Although she had often come when sperm had been sliding down her throat, this was the first time Debbie felt sensations rising merely from the rubbing of the man's throbbing organ. Perhaps it was the thickness of the organ, or perhaps it was the added length, but something was taking place in her throat, and it was making her vagina unleash one oily flood after another. The liquid seeped down her thighs and ran all over the expensive shag, and that was when Debbie understood that the penis, reaching into her sucking throat, was doing what the sliding sperm normally did. She was about to have an oral orgasm, and it was going to be more powerful and more sensational than any sperm-caused climax she had ever had in her throat, before. It rose higher, higher, higher, and then it hit.

"Aaaaaaacccchhhhkkk ... uuuurrrrrr-rccchhhh ... uuuuuuugggghhhaaaaaagg-hhhh ... hhhhhuuuccccaakkkkkkgggg ... aaaarrrrrrrgggggggghhhhh ... " she gasped and squawked and gulped with the entire length of the heavy penis crammed down her throat as she began violently spasming and jerking, climaxing insanely. Her aching body was completely beyond her own control, but she knew if she allowed Drew to pull even a fraction of cock out of her throat the intensity of her own orgasm would be that much less. So she crammed her face even more tightly into his crotch and bounced that much more wildly up and down on her knees.

Drew Fargo's hands were now clamped around the back of Debbie's head, and his own mouth was gaping, hanging slackly wide open, looking as if he expected to start screaming at any second ... which indeed he did expect to do. Not that it mattered, since his apartment was soundproofed, and Debbie was the only other person who would be able to hear him. The speed with which he was thrusting his loins back and forth let Debbie know her newest paramour was about to unleash his seed.

The lava boiled up inside his plunging penis, flooding toward the tiny opening in the rubbery glans. Drew spread his legs wide and tensed himself, his entire body stiffening until he was taut and more rigid than his pulsing penis. That was when the yell finally came out of him.

"Aaaayyyaaaaarrrrrrggghhhh ... hh-hhhaaanngggggghhhhhhhh ... aaaaarrr-rrrrggghhhhh ... wwwwwaaawwwwaa-aaarrrgghhhhh ... aaaaaiiiyyyyyyyyaa-aaaagggggghhh ... yyyyyeeeeaaaaagggg-ghhh!!!"

He bellowed loudly and wildly as his thrusting phallus enlarged and unleashed great gushes of pure white sperm down her sucking throat. The woman sucked hungrily, draining every last little bit of the wonderfully tasting foam from his balls. Her mouth continued sucking the throbbing meat, even as it shrank, and Drew never felt so drained in all his life.

When it was over, Debbie felt nearly as sapped of vitality as the man whose come she had just swallowed. He fell to the floor beside her and they rested for more than an hour in one another's arms before preparing for their next bout.