Susan sniffed in a gasp.
He wanted her to really do it – suck on his cock! Take this huge enormous cum-smeared rod of meat into her virgin mouth and… and lick and suck on it – until it was completely clean.
"Suck it, honey! Come on!"
Ken jutted his cock against her lips again, banging her lips back against her teeth.
"I… I'll try, Ken… I'll try," she said, pulling her head back and looking the huge prick over, pushing it up and checking the underside, eyeing the very tip with girlish suspicion.
After all, he pissed with this thing, too!
Susan looked up into his face.
"No tricks?" she asked, pouting cutely.
Ken frowned for a moment, not understanding.
"You won't… pee in my mouth, will you?" Susan said.
Ken grinned. Then he simply shrugged.
"Take your chances, sweetheart!" he said coyly, winking down at her pretty upturned face.
Susan took a deep breath and returned her full attention to the massive prick in her delicate hands. She stroked lightly along its sides, then wet her lips, sighed again and opened her mouth in a wide yawn. She bent forward and let the fat rod slip over her teeth, touch the back of her tongue, and then she closed her lips down around it. She wet it thoroughly with her saliva and sucked it, puffing her head back and sucking the cum from the smoothly ridged cylinder, moving back down as far as she could until the thick hood of the head banged against the back of her throat again. Then she pulled back off it and swallowed – gulped hard the first few times – until it became very natural.
Sucking, moving, swallowing, sucking…
Ken was stroking the hair on top of the girl's head, lacing his fingers through the thick strands, his own head thrown back and rolling slightly as he felt the pressure building in his nuts.
With a sudden gasp, he spasmed deep into the teen's unprepared throat, bashing hard into the back of her throat and spraying her with another load of thick cum.
Susan, shocked, gagged on the first gouts, gulped hard and fast, not sure what was happening at first – until she let her mouth fill with the hot stuff and it began dribbling over her lips and down her chin. She began swallowing faster and faster as her mouth got fuller and fuller, gulping down the thick mouthful she had and trying desperately to keep up with the astonishing flow of Ken's endless jizz.
His hands were locked in the teen's hair, pulling her face against his thighs, forcing his cock right down her sore throat, battering his prick into her mouth with each new spasm of cum.
Susan swallowed it all, gasping as best she could between gouts, her heart pounding loudly in her ears for want of air in her lungs.
With a final deep thrust, Ken shot the last of his wad into the back of the teen's throat, felt her gulping muscles tighten around the head of his cock, and then release as the thick wad slid into her already full stomach. Then he pulled back out of her mouth.
Susan remained on her knees, warm cum dripping out of her mouth, running slowly down her chin and dripping one drop at a time onto her full bra cups.
She stayed still, wondering if Ken had any more surprises for her, but willing and ready if he did.
"Wow! Peach, you are absolutely the best fucking fuck I've ever fucked!"
Susan smiled in appreciation and lowered her eyes to the slowly softening prick before her. It was an amazing sight, watching the fat dork shrink, fold down, go completely limp – and finally, a small wrinkled pink worm dangled loosely down the front of Ken's pants.
She smiled again as she watched him carefully tuck his cock back inside his underpants, then zip up his street pants.
"Incredible!" she said, lifting up her arms as Ken reached down to help her stand up.
They hugged, rocking each other for a moment.
"Baby, you were fan-fucking-tastic!"
"I never knew it could be so great… so hard… so wonderful, Ken! Thank you!"
"You better put your skirt back down, baby, before they find us like this."
"Oh! I felt so good this way, I would have forgotten."
"Yeah. And probably sent those two old fans out there into cardiac arrest when you took those pitchers out to them."
Susan giggled as she slipped the hem of her skirt out from her bra strap and smoothed it back into place over her bare cunt.
"And thanks for the… present!" Ken told her, patting the pocket of his lab coat, feeling the slight bulk of the girl's warm panties.
"I'll have another pair on tomorrow," she teased.
"Oh, yeah?" Ken said, mussing her hair. "Yeah!" Susan said, ducking aside and pulling the open edges of her blouse back together, then buttoning herself.
"Well, I've got another pocket to put it in," Ken said, watching the absolutely delightful way Susan buttoned her blouse.
"I'll be here!" she said gaily, turning on the water in the sink and picking up one of the pitchers.
Doctor Ken Johnson winked at the pretty Candy Striper, gave her tight ass a hard slap, and went out of the tiny bathroom, leaving Susan Richards to contemplate her new life – as a non – virgin!
CHAPTER TWO
Under her soft but secure blindfold, Lynn Richards had begun crying quietly again. The unbearable agony of the clips biting through the unprotective cups of her bra and into the tender, throbbing flesh of her swollen nipples had become the purest form of torture, unrelieved for the slightest moment.
Why had she done this to herself – again?
After the last time, so much milder than this time, she had sworn to herself that she'd never do it again, never place herself into such an uncompromisingly vulnerable position – even without the added physical insult of pain.
Yet, here she was.
Lying on her belly, hog-tied with two heavy pairs of steel handcuffs, the cold steel clamped down much too tightly around her slender ankles, her thin wrists. The gagging mass of her soaked panties filled her aching mouth, and she was blindfolded perfectly.
She had long ago ceased struggling, trying to roll over onto her side to ease the cutting crushing pressure of the metal teeth of the alligator clips mashed into the lush globes of her tits. She simply remained still, her entire body one aching, throbbing, sweating temple of discomfort of pain, and now of tenor!
The key!
Where was that fucking damn key?
It should have fallen to the floor long ago. The ice surely couldn't still be melting. Lynn had been lying here too long, more than an hour in this strenuous bondage, her wrists worn raw and red just from the pressure of the slipping steel cuffs.
What had gone wrong?
Lynn moaned and wept weakly. Nothing could possibly have gone wrong! It was all too simple, too perfectly easy! The ice couldn't melt. The key unattached to the string, couldn't fall.
Yet, it hadn't fallen!
And, if it hadn't fallen by now – OH GOD!
Lynn was trapped! There was absolutely no escape clause, no secret method of releasing the tight cuffs, the gag, the blindfold! No way out, and no help. No one knew she was bound, helpless, hungry, in so much awful pain!
And she wasn't expected back to work for two whole days!
Lynn sniffled back the last few tears was useless to lie here crying. She had to think her way out of this terrible situation – and soon!
The circulation in her wrists and ankles had been cut almost completely off. Her hands and feet tingled, prickled, were slowly going numb.
And the raging horniness in her gut, the itching agony of her oozing cunt the deep aching longing lust in her big tits, all were sweeping over her in wave after torturing wave of unfulfilled desire, need – demand!
Lynn gave a deeply felt shudder and sighed through her nose.
Oh, I hurt so bad!
She clenched her wet thighs, feeling the sticky warmth of her gooey juices, and moaned again.