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“On your knees, kiddo,” Joel muttered softly, the pad of his thumb brushing over your mound, his other fingers possessively splayed across your pussy lips, cupping it gently.
You gazed at him like a baby deer blinded by sidelights in the middle of a road. Still out of breath after a sloppy make-out session, perched sideways on his lap with his right forearm wrapped around your waist and his hand buried in your panties, you dazedly gave him a shy nod.
Joel had done many indecencies to you but was yet to break your pussy open for the first time. “Not yet, sweet girl, need those pills you’re taking to work their magic first,” he’d tell you over and over again.
He’d only given you the tip of his ring finger so far, didn’t want to stretch your cunt before you took his cock. Having Joel only shallowly finger you was a fucking torture, a penitence for which your patience was running out.
You’d been counting down the days since you first took the combined pill five days ago, eager to have him, to know how his dick felt like when he’d spread your cunt out for himself. He’d not even let you pleasure him yet in any way, because “darling, I always come inside, not gonna waste a load like that. If I can’t have your sweet tight cunt yet, neither can you have my cock.”
You were tired of hearing the same excuse, so when you offered him your mouth instead a minute ago, he’d reconsidered his boundaries.
Excited to finally meet him, you jumped to your feet, giddy and nervous at the same time. Joel parted his legs in invitation, and you knelt between them, his muscular thighs framing you.
“Have you done this before?”
You shook your head. “You know I haven’t, sir.”
Joel’s serious façade folded for a brief second, a sleazy grin curling the corners of his lips before his steadfast expression returned.
“Unused pussy, virgin mouth. You really are a gift,” he gritted out, his calloused palm cradling your chin.
Molten lava ran through your veins, your core tingling with anticipation, saliva pooling in your cheeks. Your clit throbbed in your seam, the idea of giving him head stimulating enough. Your fingers squeezed around your knees—you wanted to get started now.
“Gonna put your mouth to work, kiddo,” Joel husked out, his fingers working fast to unbuckle the belt.
You caught a glimpse of the unruly curls peeking through the open zipper—he was wearing no underwear at all below the worn jeans. Unconsciously, your tongue darted out to wet your lips, scooting closer to his groin, your fingers reaching for his knees to grasp him, afraid this vision was going to vanish the moment you blinked.
“Will you talk me through it, please?” you asked in a whisper, batting your eyelashes at him. “Wanna do good, want to make it worthwhile for you, sir.”
Joel’s brows bunched up, scowling. A deep-rooted groan rumbled through his chest at your request, sliding the belt off the loops of his jeans before he discarded it to the side.
“Of course, sugar. I’mma teach you how to suck me good. Look at ya, all eager to get started and do some learnin’, aren’tcha?” You nodded, his hand condescendingly patting the crown of your head. “Bet you were the teacher’s pet in the QZ school.”
You barely heard his words, zoned in on the pubic hairs greeting you. Nodding mindlessly, your hands stroked his clothed thighs, moving dangerously close to the focus of your desire. Glancing up at him, you silently asked for his permission.
“Alright, go ahead. Take my cock out,” Joel rasped, guiding one of your hands.
He let go of you when your hand dipped in his jeans, blindly patting inside until your fingers curled around his girth for the first time. You marvelled at how soft he felt under your touch—warm, hard velvet. Thick, so much you wondered if he’d ever fit inside your mouth, let alone your pussy. Just the thought flustered you, the doubt flickering in your blown pupils.
“It’ll be fine, kiddo,” he reassured you with a knowing grin. “Trust me. Now, careful there.”
Giving him a little, testing squeeze, you managed to take his dick out of the imprisonment of his trousers. His cock swayed in front of you—veiny, thick and long enough to make you question all the decisions that led you here. Under your gentle hand, he throbbed and then you noticed how flushed his cockhead was, weeping and a white, slimy substance beading on the slit.
Your querying eyes shot up to his, an unspoken question dancing in your irises.
“No, I haven’t come yet, kiddo. That’s precum,” he explained calmly, although his jaw was locked.
“Oh,” you mumbled, your attention returning to his cock.
Delicately—you didn’t want to hurt him—you curled your fingers around his base and gave him a soft tug. Your eyes darted up to his again when Joel groaned, his hips twitching slightly. Immediately you removed your hand, afraid you’d done something wrong.
“Nuh-uh,” Joel tutted at you, grabbing your wrist to usher your hand back to his growing erection. “You’re being too gentle, need to add more pressure.” He wrapped the back of your hand with his palm and curled your fingers around his girthy cock, hashly pressing your palm around him and leading you, moving your hand up and down his shaft with a tight grip. “Yeah, like that. Keep going’.”
You couldn’t take your eyes off his cock as you pumped him with determination now, peeling the skin back and then covering his glans with it, pinching it slightly at the end. Joel growled, his head tilting back and a jaw tic palpitating on his mandible. His reaction spurred you on, getting more confident with every jerk.
It was fascinating to see how his reddened cockhead got wetter by the second, that pre-cum he’d told you about pearling and coating his sensitive skin. Would it taste good? Because from here, it looked fucking delicious.
“Stick your tongue out of me, kiddo,” Joel spoke, and you were certain he could read your mind.
Obediently you did as told, your fingers draped around the base of his manhood, keeping him still in front of your agape mouth. Then your tongue slid out timidly, your eyes searching for his reassurance—but he wasn’t looking at you. Joel’s sight was focused on your parted, waiting lips.
He tapped the crying mushroom tip on your tongue, pressing it down on your wet muscle where it rested heavily.
“Have a little lick,” he commended you, his thumb stroking your cheek.
You wasted no time and kitten-licked the slit in his leaking cockhead once. Your brows instantly knitted together, trying to decipher the taste—salty but musky at the same time, warm and thick, manly. It was not what you had expected, but it wasn’t disappointing either. Just… different. Very much so.
“Like it, kiddo?”
“Not sure,” you replied, your head tilted to one side as you tried to decide.
“Here, have another taste,” Joel gritted between clenched teeth, pressing the tip of his dick against your plump lips. “Open up for me, little girl.”
Again you obeyed, parting your lips for him as Joel slid the first inch of his length into your mouth. Still debating, your tongue tentatively swirled around his glans, your brows bunching up as you twirled it around his cockhead again for good measure. The taste was much better this time—more intense, sweetly masculine.
“Don’t worry, kid, it will grow on you. It’s like the first time you try beer—you ain’t sure if you like it at first, but will end up loving it, craving it,” Joel assured you condescendingly. “Now suckle on it, like a pacifier.”
Whimpering a little, you sucked in his cockhead, a sharp inhale filling your nose with his virile scent. Your cheeks hollowed as you suctioned, eyes fluttering while you got used to have him in the wet warmth of your mouth. The flavour was ardent now as your taste buds began to appreciate what you were savouring. He was candied like a lollypop.
“Attagirl,” Joel mumbled, caressing the crown of your hair. “You’re doing well so far. Now you gotta use your tongue more. When you kiss my tip, twirl it around, and pump me good at the same time. Then sink my cock in your mouth. Change the pace a little too. Go ahead.”
You dutifully followed his instructions. Sucked, pumped, stuffed your mouth with as many inches as your untrained mouth could take.
“Well done, just like that, kiddo. Alright, reckon you can take more inches in that little pretty mouth of yours?”
With his mushroom head slotted between your lips, you gave him an innocent nod—his cue to push your skull down his length a little, enough to feel the underside of his cock sliding down your tongue. Your top teeth grazed him, and Joel’s fingers grabbed a fist of your hair to stop you.
“No teeth,” he warned tugging at your hair, tone coarse but controlled. “Cover ‘em with your lips.”
“S-s-sowry,” you apologised, mumbling around his girth but unable to pronounce the word properly.
Joel released the purchase on your hair, letting you find your pace. You bobbed your head up and down on his lap, never taking more than three inches. The way his thickness stretched the walls of your throat was something very new, comforting in a way. Knowing that his muted moans were all due to you made you drunk with a power you didn’t know you held over him.
His cock throbbed in your mouth, the rushing surge of blood announcing a potent heartbeat coming from his shaft. It surprised you, your eyes quickly flying up to his, silently checking in in your progress.
“You’re doing great, kiddo. Sucking me so good,” Joel growled, his brows furrowed, lips fallen in a flat line, as if he was holding back. “You’re a fast learner.”
You beamed at his compliment, his cock popping out of your mouth with a loud squelch. Pausing for a breather, your hand pumped him steadily.
“It’s ‘cause you’re a good teacher,” you giggled, bowing down again to press a sloppy kiss to his red, almost purple tip.
“You see the slit?” You nodded. “Poke at it with your tongue, try wiggle your way through. Then aspirate as if you’re drinking with a straw.”
You did exactly as he’d indicated, a deep, throaty moan breaking free from his lips, his hips twitching in need under you. Sealing your lips around just the tip of him, you siphoned him again. The pulse that came from him was way more intense now.
“Fuck, kid. You’re good, so fucking good,” Joel almost whimpered, pinching the bridge of his aquiline nose.
Encouraged by his praise, you took him in your mouth again, and this time around, his weeping glans hit the back of your throat. A sudden need to retch overcame you, swallowing hard to keep the bile at bay, your oesophagus itching.
“Easy there, darling. Don’t choke,” his thumb brushed away some tears you had not felt falling down your face. “Look at’cha, tryna give head like a grownup.”
You wanted to retort back, “I am a grownup!” but his manhood was taking up all the room in your mouth, so you could only grumble a faint “Immhmmphaghhmrownhpmhup.”
Joel laughed at you, his cock gently vibrating in your mouth.
“Sure are, kiddo,” he replied, almost patronisingly.
If you could have pouted, you would have. Instead, you made a point of sucking him deeper. Tomorrow you’d have a stiff neck, but that didn’t stop you from bobbing up and down, his throbbing dick almost breaching past the resistance at the back of your throat. By that point you were loudly gagging, drunk with his taste and musky smell, drool cascading down the corners of your mouth and chin, making a mess of his jeans and the neckline of your t-shirt.
“Fuck, yes. You love it now, don’t you? Sucking me like a fucking whore.” It didn’t feel like an insult but quite the opposite—a compliment. “Can’t believe no one has ruined your mouth before, you’re such a dirty little girl.”
You mewled in response, your body awakening. Your nipples were perking up, tenting your shirt, and your pussy tingled and gushed, leaving a wet spot on your panties. The need to hump something was severe, your clit throbbing while you ate Joel’s cock as if it was the last meal you’d ever taste. Your hips rocked slightly on their own accord, and Joel noticed.
“Is your pussy wet, hm?” You were barely able to nod, mouth busy pleasuring him. “Poor kid, wanting to get off. Here.” Joel’s frame shifted as his torso tilted to one side, his arm reaching behind you to place a pillow between your thighs. “Hump that, will make you feel all better.”
The moment you began riding the pillow, the blow job became messier. Your boobs were bouncing between his knees, Joel’s throbbing cock furrowing his way down your throat easier now. The need to heave was still very much there, but you fought it back with all your might.
Grinding on the pillow felt too good, chasing a built-up release. That now familiar feeling of a coil tightening low in your belly started to form, to take shape—your bundle of nerves scraping the lining of your panties, intensifying the overwhelming sensation to pee. And then the coil snapped suddenly, and you wailed like a bitch in heat as you came, drenching your underwear and the pillow tucked away between your thighs.
“Such a good girl,” Joel grunted, his control slipping with every stroke of your mouth. “You’re gonna take a big, fresh load, kiddo. M’gonna fill up your sinful mouth to the fucking brim. Milk me fucking dry, won’tcha?” Joel almost heaved, his chest rising up and down as he neared climax. “It might startle you, feeling me cum, but just stay put f’me, sweetheart. It’ll be alright.”
Even with his forewarning, when the first ropes hit the back of your mouth, it shocked you a little. The strength with which his seed collided with your uvula almost made you falter and spring back, but in the last moment, you didn’t. Still hazed by your own orgasm, you let Joel stuff your mouth full of his white, tacky spent.
His seed had that salty, musky taste to it, but much more powerful than when it was just pre-cum. It coated your mouth, your taste buds flaring alive as you registered every subtle hint of his flavour—a metallic tang you hadn’t noticed before. Was there such a thing as a cock connoisseur? Because that was a career you’d like to pursue with him as your mentor.
Joel sighed heavily above you, your eyes meeting his while the hardness of his erection lost its turgidity, becoming soft in your mouth.
“What a pretty picture,” he lazily smiled at you, stroking your cheek again. “Shoud take a picture, frame it and have it on display. I’m gonna pull out now, I don’t wanna see any of my cum leaking out, okay, kid? You keep it in that mouth of yours.”
You nodded submissively, still cock drunk from the whole experience. Joel palmed your forehead and pushed you back a little, his half-hard dick slipping out. You kept your lips sealed as he’d indicated, his musky sperm pooling on your tongue.
“I want you to swallow, darling. Gulp it down, keep it safe in your tummy for me, will ya?” He asked, bowing down and pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead.
Completely uninhibited and surrendered, you forced his cum down your throat—it skidded down your oesophagus with such ease, it was as easy as drinking water.
“Let me see?” Joel inspected your open mouth and gave you a gentle pat on the cheek when he found no white remnants. “Attagirl. Now run your lips down my cock, kiddo. Clean me up. Can’t leave me with such a mess, would be rude of you.”
“Of course, sir,” you rapidly agreed.
You lapped at his length on all four sides, his now limp cock sparkly clean. Sitting back on your heels, you admired him, impressed with yourself—you’d taken all of that in your mouth and didn’t throw up. You snickered, chancing a glance at him.
Joel was lazily smiling at you through heavy eyelids, a hint of pride glittering in his eyes. He really was proud of you for doing such a good job. You bit your bottom lip down as you stood up to sit on his lap again, draping an arm around his neck.
“So? What’s my grade, professor?” You joked, nuzzling the crook of his neck.
“A solid eight out of ten,” Joel conceded, his palm possessively rubbing the small of your back. “Not giving you the ten yet because there’s always room for improvement, sugar, but you’re a natural. Had I known how good you suck dick before, I would have let you have a taste sooner. And talking about taste, did you like it?”
“It’s sweet and salty at the same time, such a weird combination!” You sighed dreamily, resting your face on his shoulder. “At first I wasn’t sure, but I think you’re right—with practice, I just know I’m not gonna be able to live without it.”
Joel chuckled, his other hand squeezing your thigh. “Daily practices from now on, kiddo. Gonna have to train your throat so you don’t gag so much, you poor little thing.”