Weekend with Anthony 3 Deep Throat "Charlotte, I only want to kiss you. Surely there's nothing wrong with that?" My patience with the girl was reaching an end. "I'm afraid!" "Afraid! You're rubbing my penis and you're afraid to kiss me!" "It's only on the outside. I'm not really rubbing it." Pouting, she removed her hand. "I won't do it if you don't want me to." "I was afraid you'd say that." I sighed and tried again, idiot that I was. "Kiss me, Charlotte. So we can become close. I understand your reservations." "I can't kiss you, we don't know each other well enough." "We don't know each other well enough because you won't kiss me." "I'll suck you, if you want" said this girl who wouldn't kiss me, leaving me in speechless certainty that everyone in this part of South Devon was raving mad. "You'll...? You'll....?" I didn't say more lest I spoil it. She knelt on my coat, I unzipped and presented myself, and she took it tentatively and inexpertly in between her lips. It got hard, she grazed it slightly uncomfortably with her teeth and I felt aroused yet needing a proper rhythm. With such a temperamental skittish girl I felt afraid to take her head in my hands but my knees were giving way with the intense but wrong stimulation so I had to and as I feared she pulled away immediately, angered. "That's enough of that." She got to her feet. "Charlotte" I appealed, hastily putting myself away and zipping up. "Have you been having sex with that Lorna? I'll bet you have, they're sex mad that family." "Certainly not" I protested as convincingly as I could but the evening was over, she wanted to go home, I walked her to the bus stop, her bus came, and I trotted off to the pub where I was to meet Anthony for my ride home in the mud-and-dung covered Land Rover.
"I feel like sex in the great outdoors" he said turning abruptly into a lane, bumping over rough ground a minute or two then emerging onto open moor with vista of twinkling lights which must be Salcombe over to the southeast, on a ridge behind us weak lights of what I thought might be his own farm. He was drunk. I had a bad feeling about this. Pushing the seat back to its farthest extent he began opening his trousers. "Get out and go around and stand at my side" he said, thrusting his door open wide. "I need to be able to feel your ass for a good cum." "Anthony...." I began to protest realising that having received a handjob from me once, my very first time, he now expected it as matter of course! However, the fact was that all day and especially that evening with the frustrating Charlotte I'd been picturing his great python, remembering the delicious feel of it and the excitement and power of controlling him through it, bringing him to climax. Surely a hard cock is the world's best toy. His climax my climax, that awesome great throbbing tool. The feel of him stroking and squeezing my buttocks, too, kept exciting me throughout the day and bringing me feelings down there which made me think of having him enter me, immediately followed by shock and rejection of the thought for that wasn't something I'd ever seen myself as, passive partner of a man. Besides, that enormous thing would split me apart. Followed immediately by the thought that, well, I could always take it in my mouth then. A thought which horrified me even more. The indignity and shame, lowering myself to service another male! Thoughts might be one thing. Reality was I obediently trotted around the front of the vehicle to his open door, my cock already pushing hard against my clothing and looked in at his staff awaiting me, closed my hand around and began rubbing up and down the entire length. Anthony reached for my ass and squeezed sending extreme sensations through me. "With that long hair I'm drunk enough to imagine you're pussy" he said, tugging at my shirt, pulling it out of my trousers and up my chest. "I'm going to suck your nipples, they're hairless as a girl. Mary's right, you would make pretty pussy." He
sucked lustily on my nipples and I tried concentrate upon stroking his
cock correctly but the sensations made the blood rush in my head and I
felt dizzily excited and weak at the knees. After a few minutes he said
"Hell, I need something hot and tight, I'm going to have to fuck you."
He got out of the car, pushing me face over the driver's seat. He was much
bigger and, as a working farmer stronger but I struggled. His hands were
everywhere at once as if he had eight and while I struggled not to be bent
over the seat cushion he managed to get my trousers undone and down around
my knees and went for my underpants. Drunk like this he'd absolutely split
me open shoving it in! Fear made me drop to my knees, turning my body in
his arms, crying:
I recalled it felt good as Charlotte flicked the frenum with her tongue and did that. Stopped, palmed the great knob on top lightly, smearing the leaking fluid, my other hand never ceasing squeezing and stroking the shaft from belly up. Opened my mouth wide, wide, took it in again, it felt marvellous, who'd have realised sucking cock felt good like this. Raising my eyes saw the effect on Anthony and thrilled. His head back, eyes rolling upward. "Ahh!" he cried and his hips thrust so the cock went deep into my mouth. He grabbed my head with his hands and pumped and at that moment I felt the first spurt of cum hit inside my mouth, and then he was humping and pumping filling my mouth with cum, amazing new sensation. |
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