Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

Melissa gasped. His spunk was so hot that she thought it would blister her belly.

Mike, grimacing, his face demented by lust, angled his wrist and levered his stiff cock down, his ass hiking up on the far end of his hard-on.

His second spurt showered her up thrust tits, foaming into her cleavage, washing over her firm mounds, swirling around the peaks of her nipples.

A steaming stream skimmed up and sloshed into the hollow of her fluttering throat.

Melissa whined and dropped her head down, her chin levered onto her breastbone and her face right in front of the exploding head of his cock. Her mouth was open and her tongue was looped out over her lower up and her eyes were misty with passion. Cock sucker’s lust was plainly written on her countenance.

But silly Mike never realized that he could have shoved his cock into that willing maw and finished his hand job in a more agreeable fashion. When he saw her drop her head, he thought she was averting her face to avoid his slime, squinting to get out of range.

He pumped back hard, groaning, and another creamy jism jet squirted right into her radiant face.

Cum streaked her chin and cheeks and bubbled on her tongue and lips. Her lapper whipped across her mouth, switching like a sinuous tail. Her taste buds were going crazy as the flavor of hot fuck juice registered on her tongue.

A final squirt sprayed her face and his cock stopped spurting under such pressure. He kept on hammering up and down, milking out the dregs in trickles that seeped down his prick and onto her panties.

Empty, his balls were slack on her cunt mound, and his cock began to droop, slowly sinking down from a rampant rod to a meaty coil.

Even softening, his prick looked scrumptious, all slathered with thick spunk. It still wasn’t too late to put it in her mouth. Melissa would have gladly sucked the residue from his cock and polished his knob to a luster.

But Mike failed to seize the moment. He bent his cock down and wiped it off on her panties. Then he sat back on his heels and began to stuff his prick back into his pants and zipper up his fly.

Melissa watched mournfully.

She hated to see that lovely cock tucked away, untouched and unstated. Mike thought her wistful look was one of disgust at his actions. Now that his balls were drained, he looked a bit embarrassed and sheepish for having given himself a hand job in her presence.

“Serves you right, slime bucket,” he hissed. She just looked at him longingly. She was coated with cum from her groin to her cheeks, glazed with Mike’s congealing goo. He snorted in scorn. He hoped that the cock teasing bitch had gotten some right in her fucking mouth, not knowing that she had, deliberately and deliciously.

Then he stood up, his legs shaky and trembling. Shooting her a last look of sneering satisfaction, modified somewhat by his own shame, he walked away.

Melissa lay there on his varsity sweater, wondering if he had purposefully forgotten it so that he would have an excuse to see her again. But this first casual encounter had been only a modified success, at best. She wasn’t even sure that she wanted to see Mike Jarman again.

But she was sure of one thing.

She wanted to see lots of guys jerking off, now that she knew what a thrill it was. She wanted to let them finish off in her mouth, as well.

Lying back, she let the last trickles of his jism slide around on her tongue, and then swallowed the mouthful. She cupped her hands and scooped slime from her tits, lapping the stuff from her palms. Cum was even more scrumptious than she had expected it to be. She knew that she had a real treat in store for her the next time she was out on a date. She was eager to have some guy shoot in her mouth, knowing cum would be even more yummy when she drank it right from the source. It didn’t even matter who the guy happened to be, as long as he had a big prick and plenty of spunk.

The prospect of giving conclusive head, along with the gamey flavor of Mike’s jizz, was making Melissa smolder. She had already scooped all of his juice from her tits and belly. Now she squirmed out of her tiny bikini panties. And brought them up to her mouth, licking at the slippery seepage, then pushing them into her mouth and wringing them out like a gooey sponge onto her lapper.

She was so hot she thought she would glow in the dark. But she wasn’t interested in finger fucking herself. She wanted to save her cumming for a communal occasion.

But she didn’t have a date this week. How frustrating it was to have made up her mind to become a cocksucker and to have no cock to suck.

Did she dare to telephone some boy awl ask him if he wanted to foal around? No, she was too shy for that — and embarrassed now, too, having realized that some of the boys thought that she was a cock teaser.

Yet she simply couldn’t bring herself to just come right out and ask a guy if he wanted a blowjob. Innocent and cherry, she wasn’t ready to be bold and brazen, no matter how hungry she was for jizz. It was just going to have to happen as if on a sudden impulse, in the midst of a heavy petting session. That meant that she would have to wait, with an empty mouth, until someone asked her for a date.

She was thinking of various boys. And then she thought of her brother.

Jeff was a good-looking young man and Melissa hadn’t failed to notice that, in his tight jeans, his crotch was well packed and solidly hung. Of course, since he was her own brother, she couldn’t fool around with him. That would be incest and strictly taboo.

But not being able to touch him didn’t mean that she couldn’t look at him, and maybe she could manage to look at him in an interesting fashion.

She had loved watching Mike jack off.

It would be even more thrilling to spy on her brother when he was draining his cock. She knew that Jeff was a frigger because she had heard his bed springs squeaking and heard him moan a few times. The sounds had excited her, and the sight would obviously be even more stimulating.

She thought about the possibilities and grinned as she hit upon a plan. Jeff had a big walk in closet in his bedroom. If she were to sneak into his room when he wasn’t there and hide in the closet, with the door open just wide enough so that she could see his bed, there seemed to be every chance that she would see him jerking off.

What a naughty and delightful scheme! She could finger fuck herself silly while she watched her sibling beat his meat and he would never need to know she was there.

Once the idea had come to her, the randy little virgin was determined to do it, and do it at the very first chance that she got.

Now she chewed and sucked the last of Mike Jarman’s jizz from her soaking panties, then pulled them back on, drenched with her own drool, over her smoldering snatch.

She got up and took Mike’s varsity sweater and, with the delectable flavor of fuck juice tingling on her tongue and the memory of watching him pump his prick and shoot his wad stamped indelibly into her mind, that would be over walked out of the clearing and back to the path, all bouncy and exuberant with erotic anticipation. She sure hoped Jeff’s bedroom was empty so that she could sneak into his closet as soon as she got home.